mix by gullyspit and dollbreaker
production by xenochiva

ANTLER BLADE (w/ GULLYSPIT) [XENOCHIVA.]

PRODUCED AND WRITTEN BY ME

MIX AND MASTERED BY VAN LAWSON

(LYRICS)

I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something 

Yeah, got this thing where I'm stuck feeling breathless
Thinking bout my past how I could of had the leverage
Tried to stop all of this shit but I was baby stepping
Feel like Mel yeah huh huh Lethal Weapon
Feel like I lost everything that I cared about 
Everybody asking me how you feeling now
I've been standing on my shit feet on the ground
Growing up now realised somethings wrong

I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something 

I'm still the same prick, still dangerous
still angry at the shit I was dealt with
Feeling anxious, still faithless
I've been thinking is it really worth changing
I just wanna tell my mama that I made it
Give her a better life, man fuck the savings
At my best when all said and done
In the back of my mind something is wrong

I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
I'm growing up there's something wrong
Growing older now something aint feeling right
Growing older now something aint feeling right
Growing older now something aint feeling right
Growing up there's something wrong

Somethings Wrong

tell me how to hurt love
keep the pain till the dirt
give a fuck what
I been earned
I been cutting all my worth up
pain spreading in the words
I’m the worst love
she killing my stress
pain pumping through my chest
you give me more
but I been giving less
I wish you the best
I been praying for rest
never find another
grip around your throat
we drown in each other
feed it slow
you don’t need to go
we been hidden in the covers
tears scratching through the summers

don’t tell me what you have to
I been lost in my cause
shouldn’t ask you
to dissolve in my faults
I should catch you
but I know what I need
what I can’t do
all the words ain’t shit
I got no proof
new day with the same view
never thought I would be the one to cut through
cut loose
everything attached to the old you
you ain’t never gonna trust how I love you
you could fuck up my life
we could pull through
wouldn’t leave me to die
but if you jump in the night
ima jump too
ima jump too

packing up thoughts
wishing that I could’ve stayed
can’t hear the applause
can’t find no one to relate
and I’m at a lose
wondering what you would say
tell me it’s gone
don’t tell me what I can’t escape
losing my friends
I barely get out for a day
tell me I’m wrong
tell me it would be this way
stuck on my phone
sending you calls from the grave
tell me I’m wrong
tell me it’ll be ok
tell me it’ll be ok
it’ll be ok

keep you satisfied

Love you all🪉

Written & Produced by: Van Lawson
Mixed by: Daftsins & Van Lawson
Mastered by: Daftsins

IG: @lovefromlawson & @daftsins

LYRICS:

That boy T said it nice
I’m Mr. Lonely for life
I use the mic to feel right
These words my friend for tonight 
Can’t see no love in my sight
It’s always dark when I right
They ask how you feel tonight
And I just say I’m aight
And every time it’s a lie
The bags circle my eyes
They may be wide but not bright
Cuz I ain’t feeling aight

I just want someone to tend
Got so much love I can spend
Your company you can lend
For one night let’s pretend
(Fuck am I talking about?)
Putting myself up for rent
This typa shit I condemn
I just ain’t feeing aight
What kinda man am I am?
I should cancel the plans
And put the pen in my hand
Just talk it out, make a plan
This void I cannot defend
It’s fucked my attention span
I guess this music will mend
Until the song ends.

Tell me when it’s all gonna change
I’d love it that way 
Tell me if it all washed away
Would I be okay?
Would I be okay? Yeah?
Would I be okay?
Would be okay? Yeah?

Tell me when it’s all gonna change…

i, Alone

Let Me Breathe

Its Ouija bitch 
Seething from the sudafed
Admitting ambitions, decision to go and split heads 
Exit wound with lead fragments embedded, you met death, the Missing, the death count impressive man
Reaper seeping reefer got me feeling like a tweaker
Off the meters of evil, i hate the people cuz they weasels
Filthy creatures with features of the shriekers from the ether
Feeding anger and fear, the hatred growing each year
Contraceptive 
Thats what yo daddy shouldve used
Lifes a lesson
Ouija teaching with abuse
Push deception
Like the media do
What’s the message?
I just do not like you
Whats the move pussy?
Cut the filler I aint new rookie
There aint nothing you can do, you can’t fuck with me
I aint bending to no rules of the industry
Ghost steady floating choking toking off the weed
Protected by hell if you really wanna duel dummy
Pistol packing double backing if you say something
Pressing yo melon, im squeezing for the juice, jelly
Bodies smelly in the deli with the forks ready
Throwing elbows at scarecrows off acid, you rojo, got no hoes, get exposed to real smoke
Hope you fuckers choke
Cope, loathe, you lack a soul
Repetition prescription ingest to feel whole
Recognize, one hit’ll leave you petrified, with a shank and a .38 specialize, seeing colors like I inhaled pesticide, from ego death to paradise, your hell arrived
We’re a race of people that our mother couldnt love
Disrespecting my essence my presence cemented above 
Hit it Raw like my joints till her legs go numb
Boasting on some post exposing you aint none
You unworthy you burn out you shouldnt rap at all
You bother me you fodder and your father aint involved
Lambs to the slaughter, the marauder with a bomb
Causing local panic causing damage to a plaza
Gaza
Where else we sending money? Fuck your own people and bail out another country
Sending out billys we got homeless and they hungry
Burning down a city then call it another theory

The Furthest From A Professional

bet I don't

Collab with @Fkbambam

prod. @sulferdubstep , @fkbambam , Lord Gasp , @nimbus2k

Mixed by Lord Gasp

artwork by Buvard & Lord Gasp

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LYRICS



(Lord Gasp)

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie 
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to your dental

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to your dental


(Fkbambam)

Off a bean moving like a weekend at Bernie’s 
Beat it down her legs shakey now she need a gurney 
You showing straps on live need an attorney
Need my money like right now I’m in a hurry

Big bag on me my money colossal
Put a hole through you bigger than a pothole 
Pop out underneath you from the ground in a foxhole 
Imma have to turn you to a fossil

I was in Shibuya with a shooter he a drop hoes
Mfers beefing faking friendships I don’t want those 
Back it up she got a tonka truck it made me drop loads 
Beating up her booty clapping cheeks like playing bongos

Imma take ya soul peel your flesh out of your eyelids
For my peace leave you deceased bringing violence 
How you giving out advice as a nihilist
Talking too loud lights out hush silence

(lord gasp)

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie 
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to the dental

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie 
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to the dental

The fifties in my paws look bloody
The fit match the canada racks burgundy
water on the neck, big quarry
the carrion smell when i walk by

I believe we got that shit
Yea you cannot match the novelty

honcho, venom
hearts chrome on the denim
back broke, had the scene on my tailbone for a minute

catch a glimpse of my ether
on my dolo shit and still dropping heaters
duff on me, walkin round like a hiker
-cut ties, like im swinging a cleaver
Gasp from the gutter bitch

catch that barber fade to the temple
i’m all up in yo face, body swing like a pendulum
stretched out like a selfie 
i let the choppa crank, hollows rain to the dental

Somethings Wrong

BUD

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