Chorus:
Took a trip to the garden.
Grass wit the trim, kinda looks like a carpet.
I need space, people see me as a target.
But get wit me, and your life is kickstarted.

All this green. You would think we in a forest.
My guest list like a giant, it’s enormous.
Her name's Dorothy. She was never into porridge.
Just white lines.
That she takes in the morning.

Verse 1:
Now it’s 2am.
Hanging out with who again?
Looking for another time to mess up and redo again.
I am getting bored of all the acting that I do instead.
Of telling everybody that I’m sick of being cool.

I guess I’ll write my own ending. That’s it.
Wake up in the morning, left a pill on my mattress.
I can’t look away cuz if I do, then I’m passive.
Ima take it; pray this headache go away then I’m back in.

Between:
I lack enjoyment.
I lack the plaques.
And lack the status that they’ve been anointed.
I lack the passion.
Passing out at three from all the voices.
Crowded rooms.
And bad choices.
Powdered faces.
Loud noises.

I don’t think that ima make it out.
Even tho it’s my house.
Even tho, I know that I could drive away and leave the town.
And take it back, to when I only wanted to be proud.
Of my accomplishments.
But I’m over it.
I’ll just hold it in.

Verse 2:
Forever. And ever and ever.
On another endeavor.
And I’m never indebted.
To nobody, it’s settled.
I used to think I was greater.
I threw my keys on the table.
And told myself that I made it.

Had all the hope in the world.
But that well ran dry.
Put my faith in a girl.
And she said goodbye.
So I stuck to the things.
That would make me fly.
To a whole different place.
Running on my time.

I answer no questions.
No answer is enough.
No plans to be grand.
Like pianos in the mud.
No sand in weird glasses.
No caps with those tassels.
No magic.
No plastic.
No cash.
And no love.

It’s a sad place.
That was kind of unavoidable.
Travel through the void and think that life is so enjoyable.
That’s why we take it all, we’re in need of some comfort.
Gotta walk away and question all the spells that we’re under.

Chorus:
Took a trip to my garden.
Grass wit the trim, kinda looks like a carpet.
I need space, people see me as a target.
But get wit me, and your life is kickstarted.

All this green. You would think we in a forest.
My guest list like a giant, it’s enormous.
Her name's Dorothy. She was never into porridge.
Just white lines.
That she takes in the morning.

@sorrow - trip to the garden (prod. 8ROKEBOY)

Verse 1:
stuck inside, might fade away.
I’ve been taking this day to day.
I’ve been making up white lies.
In the summertime, can’t run astray.

feel like my minds on pandemic.
all the things I can’t stomach.
therapy, i ran through it.
bad vibes til my heart plummets.

My arms weak.
And my chest hurts.
Staying cold inside sweatshirts.
I got three scars on my torso.
Cuz it cut deep when I met her.

But that’s old news.
Sitting up in this cold room.
Laying down when I need to.
All the clothes that I bleed through. Yea.

Verse 2:
I don’t wanna talk anymore.
Closed off behind open doors.
Mom’s here, doesn’t understand me.
Surrounding me, but still feel abandoned.

Lotta things that they never will see.
Midday, but I’m falling asleep.
These people never honest with me.
Because I won’t get better, no promise to keep.

Maybe I’ll try to relax.
Asking a lot, but avoiding the facts.
I wanna know if there’s hope in the end.
I’ve been trying to cope, but I’m moping instead.

Slow it down.
Heart’s rhythm keeps slowing down.
bloods moving, it goes around.
until it stops, it’s over now.

@sorrow x @nuxe x @zaini - they couldn't save me

OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS

threw out my plan b
everything is clear to me
won’t ever reach my dreams worrying about contingencies
i got verses on verses but i got lack of sleep
cause i would rather live it than see other people on a screen
i eat beats like i saw em as sweet treats
i’m deep deep in some of the best weed from bc
i straight feast until i am held in esteem
the best team is anyone else but plus me
i’ve had enough of all the self-deprecation
lemme talk my shit i’m fly for a caucasian
i’m usually not too cocky my discography can back me up
i’m mad as fuck if spending my time isn’t accompanied by payment
i’m a man of my word
if i said i would do it then often i’m finished first
if i said it’s for free then i would gift you verse
but i expect a percentage whenever my voice is heard
cause i’m a man of my word
but shit this talk is not cheap
set of flooded diamonds fit the apparel for my teeth
i feel like a bakery it’s bread it’s never beef
everything i spit is covered meaning hidden underneath
and if time is money
then you understand the compensation that i’m looking for
i pour up a glass and then i smoke and then i smoke some more
i look up eric godlow just to check if he has posted more
and then i beat it up the way your girl said she been hoping for

yeah
how she been hopin for
has she been home before?
cause she been stayin with me for like a month or four
ask me for the twitter told her "don't forget the underscore"
cause i ain't famous yet but imma get the (inaudible) @ for sure
on that verification
at a peril i'm patient
she gon give me sensation
on an everyday basis
oh she don't give it to you? 
that's kinda sad if it's true
so here's a couple grand go and buy some candy lil dude
im fuckin off of it
i reciprocate but you the opposite
my composition commas, collard greens and water moccasins
i'm poppin shit
only really tags and never glocks and shit
but if i gotta shoot
i'm boutta shoot you where your problem is
keep you mouth shut and stay walking
i hear a peep you gettin cut don't try to play possum
daylight you in the street you better pray to god quick
that my homie don't run you over on some autobahn
shit
130 your girly just got flirty
her skirty is off surely
she serving me top perfect
i'm hittin the spot cervix
i jack in the box worth it
she flashin me aw
she ride it good when she not nervous 
uh wait
you should stick with me in the burbs
i wanna take you out the place where they get killed on the curb
or maybe i could buy a plane and we could sample the earth
i'll show you everything you want girl i'm a man of my word

man of my word w/ akumuh (prod. eric godlow)

@sorrow x @valera - gone so long

The Third Mixtape By Rapper Drew James. Welcome to the Darkest Corners of my Mind

Ways I Cope

Listen on Spotify!

even the angels cry (prod. Zeeky)

we need a break (feat. powfu)

@rxseboy x @sarcasticsounds - all we know is pain

be back soon<3

you all are beautiful.  you all are amazing. i love u.

trying to figure out why im like this (prod. eric godlow)

the sun is setting faster than my eyes can adjust to the brightness (prod. eric godlow)

rest easy king.

austin was one of the best friends i've ever had. he had such a bright future in music and i'm extremely happy that we got this song done before he passed. love you bro.

@rxseboy x @ozee - somewhere else (prod. lxve)

my main ig has been hacked. new ig @imstillawakeidiot

the sun is setting faster than my eyes can adjust to the brightness (prod. eric godlow)

cavasoul