Atlas

My favorite Atlas

Good atlas

a playlist for me

atlas

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KrustyIdentitee

thanks to everyone who's ever been there to support me.

i wouldn't be here without you guys.

this was gonna be for 2k, but fuck it, you guys deserve it.

a letter to my freshman self (prod. purpan)

produced by me. :)

i made a beat and wrote some raps, hope you like it!

bliss

@tomppabeats

but whatever tho

(also these hats are coming soon)

isn't here (prod. tomppabeats)

much like summer as it dwindles through fields of its own heat and collapses into fall, i will slip slowly into sleep much easier as time passes by. 

i still fail to recognize, love or accept myself, but i think i'm coming closer to achieving that goal with each passing moment. 

thank you all; stay radiant. 

radiant

take it back (feat. jay squared) (prod. purpan)

@yungestbae <-- everybody check out the homie right this second!

thanks to bennie (http://www.instagram.com/cozylile -- hit him up to buy artwork stuff) for the art!

holding yr hand (prod. yung bae)

@mt-marcy

LYRICS:
i'm sick of trembling in fear at the idea of death
since it's always on my mind i just hide in my bed
"everybody's scared of it" is what my therapist said
but my case seems worse, when i've barely been fed

because the kitchen's too far to desire the steps
it'd take to make it down the stairs and try to find a baguette
or something similar that wouldn't make my stomach upset
it doesn't feel like this is real, yeah, my mind is a mess

the only times it seems clear is when music is played
some relatable creator says i'll soon be okay
or when reading poetry trying to soothe the dismay
and i can lose my insecurities in cute little sayings, like

"why frown when the sun goes down,
if you'll wake in the morning to such nice sounds
when the nighttime creeps, well your eyes might weep
but that's just moonlight tryna find nice people"

"why frown when the sun comes 'round
even if you feel shaken or upside down
when the daytime hits, you'll be great, my friend
just make it through this, just make it through this"

"why frown when the sun comes 'round
even if you feel shaken or upside down
when the daytime hits, you'll be great, my friend
just make it through this, you can make it through this"

meurte

such nice sounds (prod. mt. marcy)

@atlas
@miraa on the beat
@joncraps on the mixing and editing

why do i sound like a dude that just needs a hug
why am i so unscrewed why does dude need a lug
i guess that's what happens when you're betrayed by people you love
emotions under the rug
gettin' good at that, gettin' way too good at that 
i just bottle shit up 
like my favorite cognac, yo fuck that
hold me back, mic me up
yo let me flow this wack ass shit i wrote 
and recently, my mental is so iraq
i've trippin' for several seasons
tip-toein' and avoidin' all these lego pieces
metaphorically, of course, but Atlas
tell me where i belong in this almanac
like, my girlfriend fuckin' hates me, my dad doesn't talk to me yo
i've been gettin' lost in like all of the sauce in the bowl but
yo i don't know whats up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

why do i plug a message in every song that only you could possibly understand 
and the worst part is you don't listen to them
and i know you already moved on and that's what's killin' me 
actually, it's how you did it so seemlessly yo
you know i dont even feel like an artist anymore
it's like at best im a fuckin' comformist with just my thoughts on record
i think this life is just a type-o
i've been feelin' mad psycho yo you gotta break that cycle phe 
but honestly dawg, i don't think it's even up to me
and if it was, i don't know what i would change
it's just, it fucks with me yo 
and i really wanted to end on a positive note but
but it's gettin hard like when i'm constantly hit with these monsterous blows
it's so monotonous and slow and, shitty
and i truly don't know what's up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

break the cycle w/ atlas (prod. miraa)

produced by @aimless-beats
art by twitter.com/ahahamadork

back at it again

i write inside of the eye of the storm
with a hyphen-divided title that sidles by in the shadows
hyper-drive when you trying to ride beside in the morn
with that iodine on my clothing, i wash it out with the form
no pauses, no breaks, and i don't talk to no fakes no more
they all snakes, no more of that
i could write a gorgeous rap and probably make a quarter sack
but i would rather throw it like a quarterback

motherfuckers hoarded that style, and now they bored of it
i'm bored of y'all, i wish half these cats in my tapestry acted more involved
i wish they'd address me as majesty when i tour the mall
and i wish all the haters that message me could afford it all
it's kinda sad, i don't know what it's like to rhyme that bad
i don't know what it's like to be that kind of mad
i do know what it's like, to sit looking back at the times they had
in passing, but i'm focused on pressing pencil to writing pad aptly

and i don't mean to end abruptly
but i seem to be disgusting all the people here to judge me
and that's lovely, while y'all are obsessing over some painted nails
i'm hopping the safety rails, exiting while the train derails
and this is patience, stale as ever in the passing sense
frail as ever, such a fragile wimp to battle with... yeah
and i don't mean to be a masochist
but after all the shit y'all put me through, i'm kinda glad ya' did

'cause i don't really care for the world these days
the world these days
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves
and everything is dull when the world's such a boring gray
such a boring gray
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves

early graves (prod. aimless)

download <3

this is a song about dissociating 

produced by fats'e 
soundcloud.com/youngburial 
twitter.com/youngburial 

art by ghostly pixels 
twitter.com/ghostly_pixels

lyrics:
laying alone, i dissociate 
laying alone 

i saw a pictureframe 
and it turned out to be a mirror 
my reflection's so much clearer 
when i'm not aware it's me 

i saw a maple tree 
it was growing in my head 
when everybody else was dead 
and i climbed up it just to see 

i saw myself again 
but i stood outside my being 
i could understand that being 
isn't all there is to be 

i see the future now 
got too distracted by the present 
to remember that my head is 
not a vehicle for fear 

and it's a long way down if you fall 
and it's a long way up if you don't 

and it's a long way down if you fall 
and it's a long way out, so 

i sit in the center 
and i ponder my disinterest 
for it all 

it's a lot easier 
to imagine ending things 
(to imagine ending things) 
when i'm watching myself 
from the third person 
(from the third person) 

it's a lot easier 
to imagine changing things 
(to imagine changing things) 
when i'm watching myself 
from the third person 
(from the third person)

dissociate (prod. fats'e)

and i'll carry my pen like a sword
(thanks to @nosentences for the sample)

lyrics:
and so i meander this hallway
and try not to step on the cracks in the floor
don't think i know how to relax anymore
everything's either passive or coarse
either passing the course with the masses
or passing the torch that they using to scorch all the fabric
bask in the fourths on the staff
'til the core notes collapse in the tracklists

and i watch 'em all fall to the floor, watch 'em shatter into pieces
always knew i didn't matter in the thesis
didn't ask much, never tried to paint on my mirror
to make my own face any clearer
but things that used to be compliments
feel like insults now
things that used to be compliments
feel like insults now

i'll walk a million miles away
'til my insoles turn into dust
don't want my kinfolk hurting as much as i did
when i first learned to burden this rut
speak like an arcade cabinet with arcane sadness
lost in a pac-man maze where the ghosts are never blue
and the weather, too
it's all dark and dismal 'til a better mood

see, i lost my mind in a health potion
they all want mine once the wealth goes in
mind so bright, sense of self so dim
'cause i hid my old ways in the trunk
but things that used to be compliments
feel like insults now
things that used to be compliments
feel like insults now

and if all goes according to plan
i'll be scoring my autobiopic
don't let 'em look up to me as a prophet
don't let 'em philosiphize on the topic

and if all goes according to plan
when i'm scoring my autobiopic
i won't let 'em tell you the comedy's cosmic
you don't need a punchline to be a bit honest
with me

autobiopic

edited out intro for pt. 2 and cut and added things

atlas- wordsmith (both parts)

ukulele by @imtiffany
art by https://twitter.com/phiIotechnicaI

"you were my earth"

you're my world

[Prod. Pxzvc]

Lyrics:
You did me bogus, so so long farewell,
(Damn)
Wishing you well,
hoping no one feels the way that I felt
when you said things that would make my fucking heart melt,
(Bitch, Aye)
Couldn't you tell?
Couldn't you see?
left me in misery,
now we just history,
couldn't prevent it like a disease,
that shit was cancerous,
giving me headaches so i'm rolling cannabis
what happens after this?
shits so disastrous
and I ain't having it,
don't know the half of it
what the fucks happening?
(Love)
(Being in love with you seems like a really bad idea)

In Luv ft. Baulm.

BØJET - letting go

idk here's an ode to my teenage years
p.s. i'm kinda on hiatus i guess

lyrics:
i was 15 reading homestuck on the internet
never smiling, acting edgy, smoking cigarettes
'fore my life had started spinning in a pirouette
i was 15 reading homestuck on the internet

now i'm 20 reading homestuck on the internet
never smiling, acting edgy, never interested
when you talk to me, i'm barely even listening
'cause i'm 20 reading homestuck on the internet

15 reading homestuck on the internet

produced by @mt_fujitive

lyrics:

life has got me feeling discombobulated, in place of common phrases
all i say are awkward statements in every conversation
often sitting cautious, pacing, dropping frames in talks with strangers
making observations, in that awful cadence
i've been rather quiet since a sophomore
every time my voice comes out my mouth, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard
saving pieces shattered as my age increases faster
i can make my thesis matter if i learn to fuckin' talk more

but that's just an inkling, small talk is always shrinking
and this ship will always sink until we fill in all the gaps
i've made some dumb decisions and evaded inhibitions
digging graves for my ambitions just to make it on the map
which seems ironic at present, given my title
periodically stepping through this recital
i've practiced a thousand times, messaging with my idols
and definitely sounding like a dumbass when i try tho

i treat a soundcloud page like a diary
and push away all the people who inspire me--sorry
so afraid of the person i should try to be
and it seems, by now, they should kinda be sorry

flowers ep

discombobulated (prod. mt. fujitive)

thanks for 100k on soundcloud <3

thank you to charlie for the fantastic verse 
http://www.soundcloud.com/youngburial 
http://www.twitter.com/youngburial 

and thank you to perry for the wonderful art 
http://www.twitter.com/welcom2helldude 
http://cottoncloudsproductions.tumblr.com

patience is a virtue (feat. fats'e)

lil banger for fun love u
cover art by https://www.twitter.com/drdful

lyrics:
brand new bag full of dope 
brand new all black tesla on the road 
brand new iced out wrist, shit's froze 
damn dude, get out my dm's, idk, can't stand you 
(x2) 

i used to get the kicks from payless 
now i guess i gotta pay more 
'cause we chillin' by the bay shore 
with a full course on the main floor 
top spot what i aim for 
i had the same story and the same lore 
but i came up and became more 
and you stuck up so you stayed boring 
see, when i spot confederate flags 
we don't just get 'em and dash 
heard that you said i'm a fag 
might put your head in a bag 
i make the decibels blast 
roll with the rebels in masks 
devil music, when you stepping to it 
like a pedal movement, going seventy, fast 

fake friends and amens and and sadness and anger 
i glance at mirrors and i see a stranger 
all this designer can't make me feel safer 
trapped in my bed feeling like i'm in danger 

brand new bag full of dope 
brand new all black tesla on the road 
brand new iced out wrist, shit's froze 
damn dude, get out my dm's, idk, can't stand you 
(x2)

brand new!

woah! aye!

mixed by https://www.twitter.com/lilpolearm @polearm
cover art by https://www.twitter.com/drdful

lyrics:
might just have to rip it thru my nose, lickin' on her toes 
pull up at her door with hella different color roses 
said she wanna go, well where you wanna go? 
'cause i'll go anywhere with you i don't care where we goin' 

can't delay it, been the greatest, no discussion 
topped me by the palm trees, i coconutted 
i ain't yo x but i'll still pull up at the function 
think i found the formula for stacking up these hundreds 

might put bands on my hands like a lobster 
in high school, i was getting slammed into lockers 
now i'm cool, posing for the gram, check my posture 
f's on my tests, bitch i feel like mr. crocker, i'm honored 

hit it from the back like a fender bender 
yeah, i hit it then i dip like a chicken tender 
my wrist iced out like a winter blizzard 
life flashing by now, but you don't get the picture 

run it like an athlete, fuckin' in the backseat 
might just turn this uber ride into a fake taxi 
said that gucci drop was hella hard, i had it last week 
wavy like i'm max b, you ain't have to ask me 

diamonds on diamonds, i feel like steve i had to stack em up 
wilin, we wilin, my shawty drippin like an aqueduct 
so boofed that i can't move and i'm sad as fuck 
still hit her with that pool cue, told her rack 'em up 

balling, i'm balling, i'm like mike with the pump fake 
versace up on me, i'm flexed up, screaming fuck snakes 
designer is fine i could put you in it if you want, babe 
giuseppe, she text me, like are you tryna have a lunch date 

please, i spill the tea 
freshest around like i got the febreeze 
head in the ground like an ostrich, you see 
if you talk down, you ain't talking to me 

'cause i been staring at my pc making beats until my eyes are sore 
flexed up, i get more checks than the verizon store 
next up, 'cept i'm up now, and it's time for war 
competition scared 'cause they know this ain't my final form

final form!

an ode to escapism

lyrics:
when the dialogue
makes you think you're gonna die soon
i don't listen for the dial tone
i just lay alone and cry

'cause there are such sad songs on the radio
and all my old friends are laying low
trying not to be the people they're afraid of
don't you know?

and the centerpiece
is a little bit of everything
this cacophony is deafening
but no one else can seem to hear

when there are such sad songs on your stereo
and all your old friends don't care at all
trying not to fall apart
they can't take it anymore

when the morning comes
and everything is still amiss
you turn your tv on
and then regret it while you sit

'cause there are such sad stories on the morning news
and every death toll takes more from you
there's an armed gunman in the store with you
it seems, oh, it seems

so you go back to bed
and pretend it's all a dream
if you convince yourself
it's only numbers on a screen

then all the fucked up things that keep happening
will feel much less real than they have to be
much less real than they
actually are

such sad songs

...sleeping on the phone

vocals by lando & i
produced by lando & i
mastered by biskwiq
cover photo shot by ellie

@landosmusic
@biskwiq
https://instagram.com/efffelll/

lyrics:
sunday morning, vacant doorway
wipe the sunlight from your eyes
and trace your favorite constellation
on their skin

overwhelmed by the emotion
watching cogs turn in your mind
you sort of wonder where this wonder
may have been

'cause you're always in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
feeling like a ghost

always in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
trying to let you know

late night when the lights go out
long stares at an old friend's house
feels just like a cheesy movie scene

scan lines on a crt look like
hd when you're next to me, alright
i can see it so clearly

in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
trying to let you know

in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
sleeping on the phone

in between (feat. lando!)

atlas