Brittle, Baby!

lyrics: 

there’s no point, they have won
take our daughters and our sons
make more slaughter with our guns 
everyone is alive for to make mo funds

if you can hear this song
then something somewhere’s going wrong
then you might be alive meaning you’re not gone
then you might have decided to put it on

in the pad like a frog sitting on a pond
cuz there’s no point, they have won  
take our daughters and our sons
make more slaughter with our guns 
everyone is alive for to make mo funds

if you can hear this song
it’s cuz it’s 2021 
or they have not yet dropped the bombs
or maybe just not launched em all 

i'm smoking that impossible 
so i will not act volatile 
i know it’s not responsible 
but that is my response to bull shit

i feel unstoppable
under my shorts i have a full dick 
it is improbable 
that you would have the balls to pull it

if you were gripping the trigger
would you make like Adolf Hitler
or would you just sit on twitter
saying how you want to kill yourself

das that shit i'm sick of 
there aint shit to hit below yo belt
you a fucking quitter 
i hope your entire life is hell

why you sound so bitter darkie?
cuz when i'm close to giving up

and i'm considering shoving all i’ve done up my butt
i remember what my father told me when i-i was young
no one really gives a fuck about your life until it’s done

they have won

take our daughters and our sons
make more slaughter with our guns 
everyone is alive for to make mo funds

if you can hear this song
then something somewhere’s going wrong
then you might be alive meaning you’re not gone
then you might have decided to put it on

from the front to the back
pe-po somou mo-at
a cou puthaum a
a cou puthaum a-at

a cou puthaum a
i could put that on myself
boku namae wa
mister put yo ass up on a shelf

hai, dozo let’s begin
get yo ass inside the ring
in my dojo im the king
i will send yo ass to heaven 

if it mean i keep that belt
if it mean that i’m the champion
i will go through any thing 
the universe just doesn't give a 
fuck about the pain you’ve felt

the little voice tell me give up
a demon with two angel wings
he making everything tough 
cuz he don't wanna see me win

are you down with ending up
regretting wishes in the bin 
cuz you aint wanna try enough

i swear upon my everything that i will never give up
destroy what hell and heaven bring like i am lord shiva
strike fear into my enemies i make the demon shiver
i will turn the blood inside yo people’s veins into a river 

there’s no point, they have won

take our daughters and our sons

there’s no point, on your sword
so what the fuck do you got it for?
there’s no points, on your score
everyone is alive for to make more gore

if you can hear this song
then i have let you live this long
then i let you remain upright
you fucking coward stay and fight 
both of my fists put out your lights!

FIGHT! (PROD. BRAHMAN)

lyrics:

these rappers make up lyrics that just make no fucking sense 
basic bitches always clones thats traits to hide behind a mask
because your weird as fuck but besides that your breath just fuckin stinks
stop flexing all yo money pussy and go buy some mints

straight from atlanta still upcoming never going anywhere
but you claim that luck is in your hands as you sound like you’re scared
hard as fuck
no your not
you sound like dog shit since you’ve begun 
i’ll take this time to tell you som’ you ain’t gonna make it son

dropping out of school now i’m full time aren’t you ready?
i got 30 views on soundcloud now my life is going steady
have you seen my recent track? have you seen my recent track?
i rapped about my wallet and some ass i’ve never smacked

man i’m so cool i like my own posts up on the gram
my parents don’t like swearing but they never understand
i just want some clout i hope that darkie sees my tags
i’ll annoy him and aloe until they see my stupid tracks

hit that juul and cough up both my lungs i love that mango
paint my nails black oh boy i guess i’m going emo
then i’ll rap bout drugs and some money and some hoes
and wear shit like ramen shirts they taste best in the stove

my mom makes all 3 meals for me but she’s such a bitch
telling my dad bout my juul i guess she’s a fucking snitch
i’ll go post it in my story cry emoji, can’t resist 
oh shit she heard my track and now i got to delete this

thank you oj 🖤

flub (prod. oj kush)

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released September 24, 2017 
Torin Craig - Vocals, twanggg Guitar 
Jordan Yordanov - wahhhhh Guitar 
Jan Czebreszuk - Keys, Vocals 
Will Macquarrie - Bass, Vocals 
Jay Crafton - Drums, Vocals 

Lyrics by Torin Craig 
Music by Torin Craig and Pretty 

Produced by Jay Crafton and Pretty 
Recorded and Mixed by Jay Crafton 
Mastered by Noah Mintz 

Cover by Torin Craig and Zoe Smith 
Photo by Zoe Smith

Brittle, Baby!

Char Chris

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Valentino!! 🐇🐙

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