such a different side of you and i love it

Thoughts get heavy on me,
Grandmama died, and it still preying on me,
Old bitch hate my guts, so she flaked on me,
Internet talk gettin fucked in the brain for me,
Sometimes I wish a fucka let it bang for me,
Assisted suicide, miles high, with the chains on me,
Ya'll been laugh track, pumpin till she bad back, curious about that, didn't know she was ya bitch homie,
Aint know me or know me then,
Just wait until you bury them,
You'll be prayin to whatever God they carrying,
See the way they carry him,
Box locked, couple words to knock him in the dirt again,
Goodbye, so long, another friend,
Tell me if this finna end,
Woke the fuck up for the bands,
And never ask for the hand outs from the mans,

Best for you, but it's shit for me,
Can't break bread from the shit I seen,
Couldn't be team,
Man run 3rd string,
She get a pass till she cling,
My bitch dead in my mental,
Your bitch come off the street,
Taking the time that I need,
Don't hit my line for the shit you can't keep,

Head goin twist,
Like my dick on her lips,
Boy you a simp,
Soundin goddamn sick,
Spend it all on a bitch for a flic,
Throwin bands that she earned from her tips,
Boy you a spill in the script,
They been the cause of this shit,

Lackin, bitch tryna see me slackin,
I ain't even bout that action,
But I don't trust what happens,
Might be the first one to blast it,
Or put myself up in the casket,
Dead man walkin and talkin,
They only want a reaction,
Silently make my transaction,
Pussy just been a distraction,
Thought you was special, bitch you been a fraction,
Mental been keepin me active,
They talk the smoke, but the first one to ash it,
I never wanted this practice,
Just let me live in my traction
Just let me live in my traction

Bitch go pogo,
Loco, choke hold,
way too so so,
Slow mo,
Watch me snap like photo,
Ass goin clap like bravo,
She peak like promo,
Ass goin clap like bravo,
She peak like promo,

Bitch go pogo,
Loco, choke hold,
way too so so,
Slow mo,
Make me snap like photo,
Ass been clappin just like bravo,
She go peak like promo,
She go peak like promo,

Lord save me boy I'm dyin in my cuts,
Only want me with the funds,
All that money trap they lungs,
Time got fucked,
you fuckin punk,
Don't feel this numb,
You a fuckin bum

Pale Suburbian (Prod. by Red Rxxm)

Talk To Them Not Me

Pale Jean W/Brevin Kim

It's that kind of sinking feeling in your gut you cant seem to shake.

WITH: @THE0000, @LOSTLARINA & @DHAELO
PROD: @OGNAJGOTBEATS
MIX: @ZYROM
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[THEO]
I've been looking for a way to cope with stress and anger
My head is pure but all fizzy like its sparkling water
Avoiding alcohol and cigs to not worsen my case
Lots of messages and voice mails that I wish to erase
Always thinking bout the next release when I'm about done working like an asshole on an unreleased
My happiness decreased
For every song released
I wanna move on to the next step
I don't care anymore, yep
Pause
I've been way too much inside my fucking head lately
Haven’t been able to produce any smile lately
Haven’t thought about checking on my friends lately
Haven’t called my grandma at all lately
Imma need to stop before I reach the boiling point
But I'm always scared to slow down my pace like I was about to disappoint

[HOOK]
Stuck in this mindset, cant create
Stubbornness, you feel the hate?
Nine to five suck the soul out of me
Art stuck in the dome
Too drained when I get home

[SAINT SLEEP]
Get defeated after 40-hour weeks
Got a taste of all the finer things in life and I'm still bittersweet
Take a seat reload the blooper reel I seal my fate inside a camcorder
Been around long enough to go right out of order right before I even start
(but don't you love to do the things you do?)
Yea but it's very irritating
(sort of seems like you've been acting selfish)
And I swear its always weighing on my weakened mood
Gasoline is guzzling I immolate myself to a city that just never cease to move
Like a needle in the vinyl groove
Needle in my skin I need a trophy for the biggest loser in the room
Assume it's me I've been the champ for a decade and a half
In an interview they ask me how I do it and I laugh it off like it's all an easy task
But my secret is I force myself to stay depressed
I'm a method actor baby I pretend to be a mess

[HOOK]
Stuck in this mindset, cant create
Stubbornness, you feel the hate?
Nine to five suck the soul out of me
Art stuck in the dome
Too drained when I get home

[D'HAELO]
I always find my reasons to feel poor
A bit more than I ever expect from myself or
I ever expect from anybody with teeny tiny decency
Feeling empty despite the brain itching appearing so frequently
This not the type of "Set my life to end" shit
Or the feeling of slitting my arm with the lancet
Or some random voices in my head talking hectic
It's the type of feeling of not being in the credits
It's the type of feeling, eh, fuck, let's go chill
I think I let it all out, I start to feel so ill
Already lying around crippled, we got no will, for real
End of discussion, I got no bank to blow
Or will we know? Maybe but now I have a disease so
Now hit my damn heart deep with sixteen bows, kill me, hoe
Fuck, I gotta delete that shit off my phone

[HOOK]
Stuck in this mindset, cant create
Stubbornness, you feel the hate?
Nine to five suck the soul out of me
Art stuck in the dome
Too drained when I get home

Subasement Metropolis (feat. Larina)

Stream/Buy

Subasement Metropolis ft. Theo, Larina & D'Haelo [prod. og naj]

Repetition

I aint done with you bitch 
Kill ebola do the pitch 
Do the drugs hit the itch 
Cut your guts Follow sin
Hallow fit Wallow in 
Tock is thin Knot in chin 
But thought is wind So Suck my dick lil bitch
Or spin on it like its fidget 
Swallow kin of burning bridges 
Running out of precious minutes
Locked inside an endless prison
Another role another goal for gold while under supervision 
Theres no difference if im living or existence where its hidden 
Falling stuck in place ya
I cant feel my face ya
Or whats left of life a tripping time a glimpse of savior 
The love a meal im late ya
Cannot feel the faith ya 
Pay back all i owe i know deep down i wont betray ya 
But Now its like a corpse im towing 
Seeking highs forever lowing 
Empathy throw off the loathing 
Apathy bloat over showing 
I dont know the state im going 

[Biv]

Mama ain't raise no bitch
Got a couple bands and it ain't fix shit
Check my mental off my list
Stomp when I pop out
Man got no face when the lights out
They don't play that shit homie pipe down
Sit in peace I'm a geek she bite down
Thoughts talk when I stay up
Got a mind of my own got my weight up
Run run for the funds that they made up
Watered down clowns they don't really pay up
Limited time make your way up
Fuck out my face
Fuck my day up
Bitch fuck out my face
Less you pay up
Too many faces
You made up
Mothafucka never show face
Fuck a no name
Man you a bitch made 
Runnin life at my own pace
Chrome clip to my left brain
Fuck around and relocate
Face fuck the fame
I got worse by the day
Bitch it's always this way
Taught by the loss
But I'm killed by the gains
Bitch I'm killed by the gains
Bitch it was never your business
Water they pockets
But dirt for the victims
They see nobody gone miss him
Playin a system
We been caught up in a mission
They put your life on a snippet
Fuck with they fixes 
Bitch that's a one way ticket
Bitch that's a one way ticket

Makeup w/ Biv [Prod. Kill Ebola + Frdm.wav]

Circling Terror

Spotify

mentally gone
with some reminiscing thoughts
hold the applause
I got menacing flaws
I drop jaws
and drop drawers
when I bust through the door
middle finger up ya broad
if you finna piss me off
hold this dick
with no pause
fuck with me
that’s big loss
you big soft
watch me evolve
I see everybody been spotty
just tryna be involved
you fucks betta plan b
like it’s raw dog
fuckas goin out sad
I ain’t the cause
I ain’t the cause yuh
got my own problems
with no numbers to solve
just some scripts to dissolve
got ya bitch in withdrawals
and I ain’t even stick my dick inside some business of yours
I guess it’s just in her thoughts
that’s been gettin her off
I guess it’s just been her thoughts
That’s been gettin her off


feeling polite
I gotta soldier the night
feel quite right
but somehow I can’t manage advice
don’t even bother tryna spot me in the back of the light
it’s gone dim I been knock out the brights
he putting grass with the ash
watch that fucka ignite
I hold tight
couch locked for the night
this what you call a life?
this what you call a life?

you a dead beat
with no means to be
a better version please
save me with the monologue
I’ll listen to ya eulogy
miss me with the foolery
you soon to be
30 feet deep
if you keep of with these
fast action wannabes
you want help
or want someone to please
insecure little fuck
I hope you hear every word outta me
I hope you hear every word outta me yuh

night shift

Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Yuh
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Finna
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Finna
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it

Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Yuh
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Finna
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Finna
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it


they been talking hysterics
I been too skeptic to message
people with half they aesthetics
only made up for percentage
finna blow up
bodies pile the wreckage
you call it baggage
I call it perfection
tucked with a weapon
I call that protection
we gonna keep the momentum
all of my life I felt threatened
circle been shrinkin 
I call that investment

tell that boy talk nice
finna run up your price
wouldn’t root for these squares
just get me a slice
You ain’t gotta tell me twice, tell me twice
You ain’t gotta tell me twice, tell me twice
You ain’t gotta tell me twice, tell me twice

put the stick to my lip
said I’m tryna dip
I been sick of my life
I been sick of this shit
still recorded my split
need more than a quarter mil in this bitch
cash broke but he rich
lost too many people
but ain’t flinch
I was born in sticks
upper state with the shit
need a 3 floor house
and foreign to whip 
Got a function to skip
I got money to clip
I got snot for the wrist
I got snot on the wrist yuh

speak to me properly
they snortin they checks and they calling it poverty
you fuckas a mockery
don’t even ask unless you got property
you been on my dick
finna hop off the bridge and I’m hoping yall follow me
you been on my dick
finna hop off the bridge and I’m hoping yall follow me

Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Yuh
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Finna
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Finna
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it

fuck with it
get my bread with the set
then I duck with it
got ya bitch upset
fell in love with it
finna take my time
finna run with it
Finna run with it
Run with it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Yuh
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Finna
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it
Finna
Run wit it
Run wit it
Run wit it

duck and run

you ain’t even know bout commitment
careful how you make decisions
bring in numbers by the millions
but they never really listen
bitch I had to earn position
darker days you never sit in
using panic as addition
mental state turned tradition
had to keep up my conditions
blood thick till that mothafucka drippin 
give a fuck where we been
where was you when the world stopped spinning
y’all just overplayed dried personified contradiction
you was always opposition
fuck the system 
you a symptom of a victim ridden cum suckin dead politician
but you wanna talk suspicion
while you stuck in your position
fuck the prayers bitch just give me recognition
I been gathering my thoughts
I got a cartridge of opinions
keep that jaw locked before I mag dump the ammunition

fuck I look like sittin for permission
where you think they whole aesthetics driven
got no meaning in they life
so had to make me definition
I been carrying you fucks
steady gettin repetitions
you could never tell me different
I was never gonna fit in
I was cut from different stitching
bitch I’m bringing all the friction
Bitch I been 
gone for a minute
now I’m smokin out the whole intermission yuh
ever since a youngin
I made something out of nothing
all alone in my dome
all my thoughts been head huntin
tryna breathe my way out
calm it down
settle down
or bust the 9 through my mouth
at least I finally did something
fuck all that
I wouldn’t give you the amusement
ima make em watch my movement
money talk, I’m gettin fluent
while ya whole life been ruined
you can taunt all of my improvement
just to feel included
on they neck
my grip is never loosened
on they neck
my grip is never loosened 


fuck what they tellin you
they ain’t never really love you
give me my flowers
maybe then I’ll give a fuck or two
talkin way back when
like I know you
been back from the past
bitch fuck you
get a couple racks stacked
now they love you
Now they love you

duck and run

Biv

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