4 years later this shit still goes so fucking hard

Coffee Window

produced by me. :)

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

bliss

@frinjj

follow this incredible producer!

i hope you guys enjoy this, it's the first track from the little ep i'm putting out before void.

:)

cruise control (prod. frinj)

@purpan
@badsummer1930

hooray for fall ~

autumn (prod. purpan x badsummer)

sorry for the recent inactivity.

school's rough.

love you guys :)

@purpan

brand[new]day (prod. purpan)

this is for everyone, from the people who rarely ever mentioned me in casual conversation to the people who were rushing their best friends to my page.

thank you all.

you mean the world to me.

:)

family (prod. purpan)

magic (prod. purpan)

@officialjaysquared

produced by me;

hope you enjoy these tales of the colder weather.

:)

when it rains (feat. jay squared)

snoozin' (prod. tomcbumpz)

merry christmas, everyone <3
thank you for an incredible year

shout out to everyone who worked on this:
@yungestbae (thanks for the godly beat <3)
@iamsamsa (if you need track art, hit him up)
@atwoodotj
@ibr
@chriswright53
@toccimc
@hheadhaunter
@boof-radley
@offthejump

merry Bhristmas

no one ever said (feat. samsa & the otj crew) (prod. yung bae)

hey, thanks for 50k <3

lil vocal acting by my homies jake & marcus <3

lyrics:
i think that now i'd call myself a wordsmith
but not because of talent of ability
it's more that i can balance the facilities
of living as a human, while i'm sittin' here decal-ing my sililoquies
and i guess it makes sense, in that regard
i use my brain as a capture card
inhalin' every word i stumble upon
to try to catalog 'em all before the rapture starts

so you can tag along and follow all the wacky antics
like all my stupid problems that relapsing can't fix
"keep your head up out the sand, stop scratching that wrist
before you turn into another anxious ativan kid"
well i guess it's too late... a couple hundred panic states passed
and my broken self ran away fast
feels like i lost my body in a hand grenade blast
with all this absence in my soul, and i can't evade that

so i'm stuck... trapped in a painting of myself
that was made before i changed how i felt
i'm hoping that my other friends can break out and help
but to be honest, it seems like they've greyed out as well
i constantly remember back in high school
sneaking out to kick it with no pay stubs
everything was simpler then, i guess
i only feel free when there's something to escape from

so i'll keep writing songs of longing for the olden
looking to the future for my confidence and boldness
it certainly isn't here, and neither am i
but i think that we've established that enough to decide
that it's time for a change; or, rather, time to revert
'cause we all sorta miss the designs that we were
and maybe nowadays what i write's more diverse
but the patrick years back didn't understand hurt

and that hurts

magic (prod. purpan)

atlas

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