art by 666.sadophobia.666 on instagram <3
mixed by @yungkaori <3

HATE ME (feat. FUCKPOGGI) [prod. Kubsy Beats]

Man down
weak up in the knees i cannot stand  now
planned out
they can rest in peace i understand now
ask how
you did this to me cant get my cap round
lashed out
what did you expect you left me bad down
class clown
imma fake a smile just to mask frowns
i might run a mile to gain that ground
it might take a while but id rather be dying than fucking living pain
so keep your judgment from me
im not a fucking machine
system overload
mind is comatose
input overdose
i dont fucking know if i can do it anymore
tying up a noose and then ill throw it on the floor
im too pussy for this shit my inner demons get ignored
i dont give a fuck about a door
thats just something in the way
give a fuck about a whore
im just livin for today
give a fuck out before 
i dont wanna be in pain
put my body in the morgue
i feel like theres a glitch up in my mindframe
stop your fucking attitude your giving me a migraine
lifes not what i thought it was when i was thinkin my days
would be goin this way put a pistol up to my brain

Candy Flip (Prod. Yung Kaori & Ctrl)

what the fuck is up with my brain
something happened i cant explain
flipped a switch and now i cant change
dont know how much i can take
i try so fucking hard to get out of this place
im rippin whatevers written down on this page
fold shat shit in a ball and then douse it with lean
im trynna slow it down and get out of this age
i feel like im out of my lane
i might pop my fucking head like its a bottle chmapagne
id prolly walk up off the edge if i did not have my mates
so buttholebomb and grem and stitch and oj i must say thanks
what the fuck is my problem
somethings wrong with my head
i fall down like leaves in autumn
when will all of this shit end

Blotter (Prod. Yung Kaori & Ctrl)

Gotta get it done
bitch im hot but i never took my sweater off
call your bitch up eat her pussy like a resturaunt 
then i take her to the back and then we get to wrestlin
i feel like im a sub the way i keep it fresh as fuck
and im surfin in the wave i keep the pussy wet as fuck
scuba diver on my bitch im makin sure her head is dunked
oh that pussy boy went missin well you better check the trunk
and that weed you smokin sussy boy you better get the skunk

somethings wrong with my veins
the blood doesnt flow like its supposed to its strange
i feel like its blocked locked and stopped and contained
my heart has been frozen that fucker wont beat
so i pop a few tabs just to rewire my brain
but that shit it doesnt work i try so hard to fucking melt
put the iron on my chest to try and get up out this hell
leave a mark up on that bitch i put in the shape of L
to remind myself of all the times i got back up and fell
I said i dont know how long i can stay
ill be here tonight then ill run away
i dont fear the light when it touch my face
i dont like who i become in the rain

Bicycle Day (Prod. Fony Wallace)

Beat prod erlax
Sped up track made by honi
Mixed by me

Looking Back (Prod. ERLAX)

Have you ever spoke to the flowers
Have you ever asked the Bees how theyre doing
Have you played music to your plants 
Enjoy the lide you live
Talk to the world around you 
It will respond if you listen closely 

(ART BY FLORAL)

GardenBoy

LYRICS

AY PUSSY BITCH GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY FACE
ALL YOU PUSSY BITCHES GET THE FUCK AWAY
YOUR FUCKING DISSTRACK WAS SO FUCKING SHIT
YOUR ASS RETARDED IMA TAKE A KNIFE AND SLIT

MOTHERFUCKING BITCHES SUCKING ON MY FUCKING DICK THEY BITCHIN
SUCKIN ON MY SHIT
PUSSY BITCHES GAY
IMA TAKE YOUR FUCKING FACE AND RIP THE SKIN RIGHT OUT YOUR FACE TILL YOUR FUCKING DEAD, AY

PUSSY BITCHES SUCKING ON MY FUCKING DICK LIKE YOU IS FUCKING GAY
SHUT THE FUCK UP BOUT THE FUCKING PLANS, YOU OK?
MOTHERFUCKER I AINT SEE THE FUCKING LIGHT OF DAY

MOTHERFUCKING BITCHES SUCKING ON MY FUCKING DICK THEY BITCHIN
SUCKIN ON MY SHIT
PUSSY BITCHES GAY
IMA TAKE YOUR FUCKING FACE AND RIP THE SKIN RIGHT OUT YOUR FACE TILL YOUR FUCKING DEAD, AY

404 (PROD.OMER)

I stood in the doorway when it began — two voices circling each other like weather. Their words weren’t just sounds; they were collisions. Sparks cracked in the air, meanings missed, sentences split mid-flight. It was like watching thunder argue with glass — beautiful, violent, impossible to stop.

Every phrase ricocheted off the walls until the room itself seemed to pulse. Then, slowly, the rhythm shifted. The storm softened. Their voices, once weapons, began to find harmony — still fragile, but searching for understanding. What had been noise became something sacred: language learning to heal itself.

“Echoes in the Hall” is what I heard in that moment — two hearts rehearsing forgiveness through sound. A spoken-word duet caught between hurt and grace, until silence, at last, remembered how to breathe.

Bicycle Day (Prod. Fony Wallace)

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