Track Him Down

a nice vibe w sad lyrics. 9 red leaves did her thing on the beat and i did my thing on it too. i like driving at responsible speeds when this song plays...

mixed feelings: the single

mixed feelings

yeah i do it most. yeah i do it all. yeah it is imperfect. yeah i love it and i love you too. yeah there's more next week. yeah... thank you for listening :)

lyrics:

yo bitch
whats up?
whats lit?
im fixed
my soul might be broken
but im holding it within
go quick
im hip
i go and ghost a hit
so sick i need some potions
all my homies take a sip
all the clones will take a sniff

they allergic to authentic
my aura got extension
southern water tribe pendant 
im fixedlikewater bending
they want me to fall relentless
they would want the message
they aint smart enough to get it
so sarcastic they forget it

bitch is a unisex term

yeaah

bitch whats up?
im fixed as fuck
i trip so much
my chest in mud
a jar of bud
i keep my love
ill burn it all away
when i bring the flood

magic on my face
been graced psilocybin
goosebumps cold breath
thats me on arrivin
demented guard up
im Azkaban flying
i meant it sure nuff
they braindead replying
i gotchyall down to a science
while im lingering on silence
yall mindless

aimed at my loose but you lose
cuz you lost me
wallet on shrek
and my girl got donkey
looking through the glass
at my passed jabbawocki
childhood based in addiction
and adultery
bro would stick around
but he dead and he lost me
so scorpio 
soul black as my coffee
cup in my hand
dont know why you talking
water in ya hands still aint 
nobody caught me

no room for cream and sugar
we on the grind
no muffin time
had enough of crime
so i bust the rhymes
put the blunt to fire
and i touch the sky
i know it could be worse
i dont wanna find
through the life of mine
aint had the time
always fixed and tryn
im down to dive
faith from the heights
on this plate of mine

my birth place
small crater size

shit makes me nauseous 
hurtful in this darkness
my heart getting harvested
by the monsters and goblins
state of my mood true 
to my nail polish
put nails in my coffin
ego been abolished
i dont need a beast to defeat

the growth from my home
i know has been solid
ima keep fixed
and ima keep surviving

fixed : the single

fixed

Never gave a fuck bout fuckers
Saying shit like
"Yeah I know"
I spend my time blunted
Just enough while
Hunting for my throne
Fixed-like-water is my name and if you get it
Then you know
Spirit of a roaring tide
Warring high above
A heart of stone

A heart of stone
(I don't break so easy)

Oh oh no
I don't wanna rock the boat
I don't wanna build a moat
But I still can't let them close
Woah uh oh
Ash that shit to bro
He carries the flames
And the games get controlled
Bitch that's my throne
The high tide grows
You don't wanna trident throw
Ain't fighting for my throne
Cut cut throat
While I puff smoke
Replacing anger
Making bangers till the sun rose
I've been fixed-like-water

What the fuck y'all think would happen
I would fall off 'cause that's a habit
Sure enough I fucking did
But I pulled myself up out the tragic
Making it look like I am magic
Back in the dust
Aladdin on rugs
My bitch is fly as a dove
Crows and ravens what i love
Blazing on sum
Came in this shit with the gums
And these writ-tens, so vicious
Simpleton, to prince of the
Syllable club
Puking up bars that's the ritual cuz
Half arachnid and half fish in my blood
Tactics of a batshit little cuz
Robin the mugs,
Of these Damian punks
They ain't draining my flood
Ain't escaping my slugs
I want the game like I'm
Casing the place
Ski on my face
Like it came off the back of a truck

Oh oh no
I don't wanna rock the boat
I don't wanna build a moat
But I still can't let them close
Woah uh oh
Ash that shit to bro
He carries the flames
And the games get controlled
Bitch that's my throne
The high tide grows
You don't wanna trident throw
I ain't fighting for my throne
Cut cut throat
While I puff smoke
Replacing anger
Making bangers 'till the sun rose
I've been fixed-like-water

Let them look down
On my freeform
I move hard
With no recourse
Feeling alive
What I breathe for
What you asking me for heat for
Got big blades and I'm bleeding beats
My skin made from loose leaf
My baby got squeegee sheets
When I walk in its a creepy thing
I'm as real as I can be
Y'all only real as y'all need to be
Pushing out positivity
If I don't like you, I wont speak a thing

I'm the champ I don't chase a ring
I'm the champ so come take a swing
Fixed-like-water I make the beats
And got to bloodlust so savory

At your Achilles don't play with me
I'm one with god
Thanks for praying for me
My day Han
Thanks for staying with me
My old fam that's a stain on me
My new fam ain't a place for me
Fixed like I don't give a fuck
They might be fixed but
Repairs on a minimum
If I did sneeze then I'd damage them
I snap on tracks then snap on camera
Spit so scandalous
I'm sarcastic
Not hilarious
I'm about going deeper
Hollow souls go and
Follow the leader
My homes got carts
Like repeaters
They want the smoke
That's on auntie Steven
They want one shot
When like-water walk in
Liquid courage
I'm too busy coughing

Oh oh no
I don't wanna rock the boat
I don't wanna build a moat
But I still can't let them close
Woah uh oh
Ash that shit to bro
He carries the flames
And the games get controlled
Bitch that's my throne
The high tide grows
You don't wanna trident throw
I ain't fighting for my throne
Cut cut throat
While I puff smoke
Replacing anger
Making bangers 'till the sun rose
I've been fixed-like-water

Fixed-like-water
Fixed-like-water
Fixed-like-water
Fixed fixed fixed fixed

Throne Hunting - Single

Throne Hunting

Sorry motherfucker
I don’t owe you an apology
Last 4 years just felt like a robbery
next 365, I’ma make what I find
‘Till I take what all mine
‘Till the water don’t dry

Effortless it never was
Shit is getting deeper
I used to be a dreamer
Now a losing sleeper
In a wife beater,
Polynesian, 
Sauce in the seat of 

My car 
Moving like a weekday
Ducking off the interstate
Hit a THC vape
Just get outta you way
Making my e-scape
Hate working 15 wage
Never sleeping these days
So it’s hard to see straight

A beauty full of visuals
Death goes minuscule
If you voice the pain
They reject you with their ridicule
Don’t let they petty moves finish you
Can’t let no fuck bitches get at you
Look at you
Sipping off my witches brew
Hitting ‘till I tilt the room
Counting up my sins in twos
Wish it then you lit the fuse
Snip and get the venom loose
Grip is on a killer tool
Quick to hit and chip your tooth
‘Bout to put my kicks on you!

Little dude?
But my dick been going on for miles
I like to dress for comfort
And that comfort is my style
Even with a throne
I’d prefer my trash piles
Resting bitch face in place
Bitch I slash smiles



I’m the one they adore
And I got the keys
They don’t ever say a thing or 
Open up to me
they don’t gotta play with me
Or take the penalties
Treat em like a soccer ball
And hit ‘em with my feet

Odds stacked to the ceiling
So I’m flipping up the gravity
Walking over flattery
I walk a path to mastery
Faster than a rapper speak
No trapper G
But passer of the gasoline
Grass is green
Last week the captain’s seat
Now I’m back to cracking teeth
Tasking me with clashing
Status quo
There ain’t better batter bro
Cake arise
I fake demise
And then go back to growth
I’m peaceful
Put my feet to ego
Persona only show
I go by the metric
If you please, call me “Kilo”
We go, about a 
Thousand in a second
Drown me in surround sound 
Hitting ’till I’m breathless
‘Till I’m falling like a countdown
Loudmouth presence
Blowing out a loud mound
Bounce down pressure
I put my feet on anybody 
Grip strength on tank
Holding on and never stopping
Turn the faucet on, 
Water running like they scared of something
Throne hunting want nothing
Just a better chair for grubbing

Rapping with sum
Flare and gumption
Do not care or compare discussion
I can put my feet on you or tile,
So child is up to you
Confronting is nothing new
I’m disgusted and coming true
I come through and they come unglued
I jump and they lay low
They duck on my say so
I talk and they face closed
I watch and they grateful
They came but ain’t came close
I’m paid in my faith grown
Out of darkness that takes souls
So chances we take those

Little dude?
But my dick been going on for miles
I like to dress for comfort
And that comfort is my style
Even with a throne
I’d prefer my trash piles
Resting bitch face in place
Bitch I slash smiles

I’m the one they adore
And I got the keys
They don’t ever say a thing or 
Open up to me
they don’t gotta play with me
Or take the penalties
Treat em like a soccer ball
And hit ‘em with my feet

Feet On Ya! - Single

Feet On Ya!

Never Said Before

I was facing conflict and the best way was to embrace very side of it. thoughts, feelings, and everything in between. the sound is chaotic and I love it.

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