Find "Thankful" on all streaming services: https://smarturl.it/8wdbw3

All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak
All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Graphic Art by @histo-sz

Thankful EP

Streaming Links: https://clickclackatx.com/
Mix & Mastered by @PLATZUS
Album Art by Montsho Jarreau Thoth

Listen and Buy on DSPs

Wake Up & It's Dark

Streaming Platforms: https://clickclackatx.com/
Mixed & Mastered by: @hhappiestkidd

Hypercritical

All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9
Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack
Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77
Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.

SEQUENCE EP ☁ CLICK-CLACK X OTESLA⚘⚘ ☁

Written, performed and produced by Eric Mikulak aka 
Click-Clack / @click-clack
White Jamal / @mikulak

Engineered mixed and mastered by Aime Brunn & Eric Mikulak at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Artwork by ULTRASHOOK
https://twitter.com/ultrashook?lang=en

Released under Ballteam Records.

Songs I Don't Hate

Mix & Mastered by @PLATZUS
Album Art by Montsho Jarreau Thoth

Wake Up and It's Dark

Chickin Prod. White Jamal & Swish Fifty

Anyways (feat. Jonny Jukebox) Prod. White Jamal

Rosemary Prod. White Mayo

Rockstars Prod. RXKZ

Produced by @prodtoriya & @mysticdakid
Mix & Mastered by @PLATZUS
Album Art by Montsho Jarreau Thoth

Stuck (feat. Jonny Jukebox) Prod. toriya! & mystic da kid

Produced by 8een ( @user-612966018 )
Mix & Mastered by @PLATZUS
Album Art by Montsho Jarreau Thoth

Ignotus Prod. 8een

Produced by @prodtoriya
Mix & Mastered by @PLATZUS
Album Art by Montsho Jarreau Thoth

Wake Up And It's Dark Prod. toriya!

rent prod. olly x kat lightning x nate morgan

hobie affirmations prod. goothereakiest x venny

friends prod. 19.49 beats

my therapist prod. pat swish x liltyh x drxftgod

waterfall prod. goothereakiest

family prod. pat swish x drxftgod

bands prod. goothereakiest

credit prod. pat swish x drxftgod

welcome to texas prod. olly x fr4ud

home prod. pat swish x xynothing

Full "Untitled" mixtape dropping December 1st 2015
Artwork By Javier Antonio Avellán (full color coming soon)
Recorded and Mixed by Ruler Why
Vocals by Eric "Click-Clack" Mikulak
Production by @KIN


Beaches with dialysis kits 
High as the tide gets 
guess I'll just go overlooked
Just like my eyelids 
One moment praying for calm
Pray for calamity 
Introverted extrovert assertive words concerned his fantasy 
Wouldn't play out as he planned to see 
Woulda coulda shoulda thought it would be damaging 
Turn it into fuel can't cool my jets until we all set 
Right now I'm just managing
Love my friends and family 
Ain't tryn to live the villa life 
Could Save a dollar a day but I spent it on a miller lite 
Don't really drink beer I've been sippin on tequila 
Think I'll have another cup now she acting like a diva 
At Night She smokin indica day time she smoke Sativa 
I don't give a damn baby I think I need a breatha 
We just need to take a break Im tryin to find a way to say it 
I'm tryn to break away im tryn to find a way to play it 
Take a day 
to yourself and realize your own potential 
I promise you ain't gotta stick to the same stencil 
You could be just what you want just picture it in your mental
if I spent it on drugs what if I spent it on lentils 
You could Find a hippy chick to eat cha beans up 
But we gotta equalize girl I'll eat Ya dreams up 
Addicted to the tongue what do you mean love 
What do you mean 
Didn't mean to make you to a fiend 
Maybe we should have taken our time 
I guess we took our time 
Now who am I 
Influence I and I only 
how I cry to my lonely 
Try to find time to let these tears from my eyes 
Instead I just write down what I'm hearing inside
Tryn to count how many life's how many men am I 
Moving so slow we got to many minimized 
Sometimes I spit to many flows to get em maximized 
Sometimes I still pay at the guest list you last in line 
Said My flow is asinine fine Ill take it 
better than passive 
Walkin through the grave yard in the dark feels like Jurassic park 
can't make it with out a team well im the fantastic four
Personality disorder 
Who are you to order me 
Youre beautiful baby I hope you ordered beef
Only take a quarter piece, 
I disgust myself blood mother aborted me 
Hopped out cut the fuckin chord is there more to see 
Hopped out cut the fucking chord is there more to me 

Rap game rick and morty 
Sip sip and fortys 
The world is beautiful and you are too shorty 
No matter what they tell you I still love you good morning 
No matter what they tell you I still love you good morning 

Rap game high top fade Gerald from hey Arnold 
Got game like deon sanders but she say she want the colonel 
I don't want no kids i guess that is paternal 
Shit talk behind my back won't let it slip like joe Paterno 
Karma is a risk get hit with satans journal 
When it rains it's hurricanes I hit cha with the inferno 
Use to be barren in these parts until I burrowed In her furrow 
Got my hands all up in her given Neuro like a squirrel 
Got her like woah, Hello word 
Take ahold of my curls 
Baby this destiny your my suros 
These are the sounds of science girls, girls, girl 
Can I be your One and only ninja Shinobi 
Hind sight 20 20 off the henny im ginobili 
Don't sleep on me cause I'm messy with old steeze 
World Cup flows over settle then and then only 
I was watchin cartoons couldn't hear what you told me 


Venus [Prod. KIN]

Track 2 on "Untitled" released 11.30.15
Artwork By Javier Antonio Avellán of lobosucio.com/
Recorded by @GoldenGoonz
Mixed by @GoldenGoonz
Vocals by Eric "Click-Clack" Mikulak
Production by @tesla77

Fever [Prod. ◯ tesla]

Flights [Prod. zeke.brooks(▰˘◡˘▰)]

produced by white jamal ( @mikulak )

lyrics:

Etcetera cetera
Don't want to end up no peddler 
Tell me I can't? I'm gone measure up 
Puttin choppers on the Tesla 
All these diamonds in my beezala 
Rpt 

At the banana republic 
You at the gap on a budget 
Got the hammer out in public? 
If I make it they gone love it 

getting rachet with your cousins 
Feel l'm on Thought I wasn't 
Got the hammer out in Texas 
Don't mean to make yo momma restless 

I just had order some sushi 
Just wanted to feel like I'm bougie 
Spend me money, go get me some money 
I just wanna cop me some coogie 
I Just wanna know it feel it like
Hold up baby is this real life 
I just wanna know if it's real 
I just wanna cop me a meal 

Etcetera cetera
Don't want to end up no peddler 
Tell me I can't? I'm gone measure up 
Puttin choppers on the Tesla 
All these diamonds in my beezala 
Rpt 

Settle up, 
moving this work like pedelum 
Dead em up if they get one step ahead us? 
No, I could give a fuck if they flexin 
None of my business ain't stressin 
Keep to myself on my next shit 
Baby just take the next exit 
Ain't religious but I still count my blessings
Pay attention but you don't get the message, no 
Just copped a Rillo at texaco 
Some niggas drink beer I do this
You kid just tryn make hits
I really stopped givin a shit 
I really stopped given a fuck 
Where does it help me to care what they think
Id rather stay in the cut 
I really stopped looking for love 



Etc [Prod. White Jamal]

Produced by TIMØTHËUS™
Link: @waveetimotheus

Mixed by WHITE JAMAL
Link: @mikulak

Lyrics:
This is the look of a man on a mission
I'm Chefin in the kitchen doing my dishes
They scared to throws hands, pullin guns running scams, I'm just tryna go ham pull of in the lam, oh man god dam, feel like famous dex, I'm not famous yet but Im still headed to the check, I mean God bless, out the atx, baby that's my city, had to stand up Sicka sitting pretty, she got big ol titties or they itty bitty
Devin said it anything is plenty
Extend a care with ms penny
Call me chocolate boy boy fuck you
Knocking crackers out in grade school
Takin words back tryn to make em cool
Wait to die till we make the news
Her Father racist but she sending nudes
She call me daddy when we get into it
Grab the water cause she need some fluid
I'm a nice guy asking how you doin
At the drive through window bout ruin my whole night for 7.25 baby what is life iono
But it sound right
I'll be ya town tonight touchin down right when the light go
really don't love all you white folks
But my family alright though yeah
Block bleeda with teeta teeta
Originators cause the world need us
He on purp turq I'm on turpentine
Choppin heads off of these serpentine
Baby just tell me what's on your mind
I can't not answer I'm on my grind
In the studio till it sound right
How you bout the life if you part time
Tryn to rhyme having hard times with your own lines
Baby watch the way I own mines
Asking why I'm always online cause they shooting shots like columbine
Before they call the ambulance they draw the chalk line
Blood spill with the memories and fade into the grime
The cops committing killings but the won't call it a crime
Left on paid leave with a body left behind?
Entertain my demons
Blood clotting on the cement
No defense,
I guess I'll leave it alone
Always been a king I guess I'll take my throne
Said I couldn't rap I had to show em I was on
Copped the mini fridge for caviar and Parmesan
Dropped a couple pounds now I'm pretty like my mom
Started my own biz now I'm ballin like my pops
I just got robbed but I'm scared to call the cops

Buckwheat [Prod. TIMØTHËUS™]

~Sleep No More~

Pigz [Prod. Monstta]

SHEEESSSH

prod.shyguy
Link:
@shyguy_the_freak

fuck eastside mag

Muggin [Prod.shyguy]

FUCK A RECORD DEAL. Shout outs the Bza $.Dot and Gerald G.
Bza Link: @thebzabreez
$.Dot Link: @tso04

Produced by shyguy
Link: @shyguy_the_freak

LYRICS:

I'm overdosing on Gucci 
How did I turn out so bougie 
I just had order some Sushi 
Just wanna buy me some coogi 
I got a rack in my blue jeans 
I use to save for a gram of weed
I used to smoke on that bamma weed 
I put that shit on my family 
My nigga keep cane like he danity 
I can not fuck wit it my sanity 
Fuck the fame and the vanity 
Now all my niggas is jammin me 
I still can't tell what these camera mean 
I just sippin keep my camomile 
I won't pull off in the limousine 
Stay independent say fuck a deal 

Fuck a deal, fuck a deal 

FUCK a deal like I'm bza 
I'm still feeling so exsquiza 
Ballteam that's the bidness 
Ballelujah ain't no limits 
You playing games I don't scrimmage 
Get yo weight up eat some spinach 
Smell like loudy at the dentist 
Problem child I feel like Dennis 
Watch me skatin out to Venice 
Watch em hate from the sideline 
Makin my niggas my tenants 
Spotta weak boy like a blemish 
Just started speaking some Flemish 
I made it rain out in Belgium 
I had to turn off the television 
Had me going blind like the Melvins 
Now this is the look of a man on a mission 
Ain't got no boss still stand at attention 
Fuck the laws use to stay in detention
Originators, FUCK an Elvis 
Nigga get off my pelvis 
I said so what if I'm selfish 
Yo girl lookin at me I'm healthy 
I said so what if you wealthy 
I ain't got time for no jealousy 
I can't not hear what they tellin me 
I'm a keep doing my own thing 

Fuck a deal fuck a deal 
Fuck a deal like I'm S-dot
Ain't in yo league then don't worry bout it bout it bout it 
Taken my drink to the lobby 
They think rappin just a hobby 
I ain't cappin would be obvi 
Slide over the roof like I'm Bobby
Prolly Taken my drink to the lobby 
They thinkin rappin a hobby 
I ain't cappin would be obvi 
Sliding over the roof like I'm Bobby

Original song:
https://soundcloud.com/thebzabreez/fuck-a-record-deal-bza-ft-s

FUCK A DEAL [Prod.shyguy]

"White Gold" by Click-Clack
Link: @click-clack

Beat by LORDFUBU
Link: @lordfubu

Graphic by Foreign Forest
Link: @foreignforest

Recorded/mixed and mastered by A-Squared aka Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

LYRICS:

Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Who up who next
Flexed up Main Street 
Flexed up on flex 

I Want the white gooooold 
I like the smell I find my self much older
Put it in they face until they know 
Welcome to the city this the way shit go 
 
This is just the way shit gooo 
Oh my lord say oh my loooord!! 
She try to cut me off her phone ignore 
Ok I'll let you be you want it morrre 
Baby you got me doing this back and forth 
Baby you got me doing this back and forth 

Woah... nah... now I ain't play no games with you 
Ain't tryna change ya I'm just tryn change the tune 
I live in the sun less than I live in the moon
One hand on my gun and I got I one of my hands on you.... on you 

I need a check ooooohhh 
I was a wreck oooohhhh
Gotta fall off to come clean 
Now I watch my step ooooohhh

Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Who up who next
Flexed up Main Street 
Flexed up on flex 

Fix up flex up 
Flex up say sumn 
My nigga picked me up 
Airport with a blunt 
I'm just doing what I want 
not even tryna stunt 
you ain't stealin my lunch 
Musta thought I was a punk 

But I ain't no punk
Can't fake no funk 
Hell naw what the issue cant fake it
Why my shorty on Instagram naked 
Guess I'd rather with crazy then basic
On my grind since old navy and k swiss 
On my grind since back in high school
Went to four or five schools 
I don't work the drive thru 
No I can't see you, 
You just a molecule 
Hallelujah, ballelujah
Trynta tell me wouldn't do shit you barely knew us
Now I'm in the newest
Look like George bush 
Feel like Khalifa I want my own kush

Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex
Flexed up on flex

White Gold [Prod. Lordfubu]

"WORLDWIDEWEB" by Click-Clack
Link: @click-clack

Beat by cop boy
Link: @cop-boy

Graphic and Mastering by HAAKON
Link: @haakon

Recorded/mixed by A-Squared aka Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios.

Lyrics:

I just juuged and finessed for a lil check 
She might take ya life like the World Wide Web
They want to see you flex I said not yet 
Don't get lost in the sauce you a hot mess 
Rpt 

Can't get sick of sleepin if ya ain't livin right 
Now I'm happy tell me how to live my life 
Bull shit I'll be damned if I go without a fight 
They Got me going I got the juice I got the right 
They might be mad you speak ya mind while they stay quiet 
That's how it works you want the house you gotta buy it 
....I heard you don't like me I don't like you either 
I'm pourin Top shelf tequila in a 2 liter 

I just juuged and finessed for a lil check 
She might take ya life like the World Wide Web
They want to see you flex I said not yet 
Don't get lost in the sauce you a hot mess
Rpt 

Fuck the laws on the come up shit who got  next 
Off the sauce got em bouncing like a hot check (ok)
Ooooowwweee on the come up got em coming round 
They can't belieeeve it's really me I'm bout to touch down 
Down and out you'll be back up I mean fuck a count 
Young nigga at the opera at the paramount 
Ballelujah, ballteam, I though you knew us 
Watch me pull up in the newest who knew it 
Down and out you'll be back up I mean fuck a count 
Young nigga at the opera at the paramount

WorldWideWeb [Prod. Cop Boy]

"Love Is Drug"

Vocals by:
Mayo ( @atxmayo )
&
Click-Clack ( @click-clack )

Produced By:
IAMKRT ( @iamkrt)

Mixed/Mastered by:
Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Graphic by:
Foreign Forest ( @foreignforest )

Lyrics.

Verse One (Mayo):
Keep thinkin bout this lil shorty.. 
Fell in love this be sorta like my drugs 
That I take to calm me.. 
fell in love with the wrong one 
Am i above all this petty shit.. 
everytime I see her on the paper in the face book.. 
my confidence was like a lazer until I left your side this im sure..
Hopefully you're noticing I'm insecure.. 
Tryna find a cure for the madness in my mind..
I don't wanna lie to you.. 
I am so attracted to the heart you got inside of you..
Baby actin crazy like I'm known to do.. 
I've been way too lazy this is overdue..
Get up get down get on and on.. 
feelin like im all alone 
Trippin like a maricon.. 
No one ever had a clue.. 
all this music that you hear was made because of you.. 
Baby I'm!

Verse Two (Click-Clack):
Oh you I know got that that forbidden fruit 
Girl you so off limits what we finna doooo
She asking all these questions like an interview ayyyy
Ok ok I get you I'm right on the way 
Coulda fell asleep driving but I'm still awake 
Tell me how I fell off if I'm feeling great
Don't believe in fate I break the destination point 
I'm back home smoking in the lazy boy!!
Paranoid they build me up then they destroy 
Paranoid they build me up then they destroy 
Skrt swerve different route veto and avoid
Please stay out my bidnes bit I'm gettin annoyed  
ain't made a no building blocks just one solid piece 
Funny how you gotta fall to find out you a beast 
Yeah yeah I did it white gold I got it fitted!
One day its nothing but love the next its just a gimmick 
How you thought we would still talk if the shit was finished 
It may hurt for right now but that will diminish 
How you thought we would still talk if the shit was finished 
It may hurt for right now but that will diminish

Love Is Drug [Prod. IAMKRT] | Mayo X Click-Clack

metal genre type shit nigga

raps: @click-clack
beat: @lordfubu
graphic: @haakon
mix: aime brunn  @ launchpadatx

Lyrics:

Ok so fair enough
One time for ya smile I don't need the love 
Baby you the girl that I been dreaming of 
Ay I see you, ay I see you, ay I see you
She got me in ICU, hangin by a thread 
I ain't tryna to fuck I'd rather give her head 
I'm a nasty nigga needa take my ass to bed
Ooooh ooh ooh, need to shut my mouth 
I ain't tryn push it she might shut me down 
She said that will not happen feelings mutual 

I said oh my god, oh my, god 
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, h my, god

I said oh my god!! Oh my goodness!!
I might be in trouble from the look of it
It's ok I'm alright, 
Now ok, I'm alright
I'm just focused on myself for the moment 
I want the white gold I thought you've know n it 
...But baby I won't let it get in the way
...But baby I won't let it get in the way

I said oh my god, oh my, god 
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god

...But baby I won't let it get in the way
Started out with problems in the first place 
Don't be caring what they think this ain't no survey 
Please don't ask where I'm from I'll say my birthplace 
They want to know too much 
I'm Hank hill you bobby boy I'll tell you what 
Don't worry bout my grind cause you can't tell me nutt
And I ain't Fallin off so you can't help me up 
I don't need no luck

I said oh my god, oh my, god 
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god

Bob bless boy fair enough I want fur coats
Sushi rolls chase the rice wine wit some merlot
Straight from Rome 1999 I feel like Virgil
Organize minds tryna show em where the words go
A+ got the good gas that's that honor roll
On a roll just some personal keep it on the low 
Tryna put me on a show I don't even wanna go 
I just wanna stay home what chu you tryna pay tho 

I said oh my god, oh my, god 
I said oh my god, oh my, oh my

Omg [Prod. Lordfubu]

beat by bahous
@bahousmusic

vocals by click-clack
@click-clack

mix/master aime brun at launchpad studio in austin, texas

Lyrics:

How much can you learn about yourself in one night 
The young might become far from me lookin back at my life 
Puttin up walls up for who to break down
Bet you smell it on me ain't no need for a shake down 
I'm safe sound and grounded 
Founded by break downs and 16 ounces 
The Mic might weigh a thousand pounds but whose counting 
Fluid or solid I want exotic who got it 
I might pull off in Bugatti 
Really ain't looking for love move shawty 
Ooh lawdy, the real wasabi, the real deal mami, cut the edamame, I want the rolls
Royce nigga who figured I'd have a voice
So boisterous
Lemon n Sauce with my oysters 
Her voice hurt 
Catalytic chemistry she could not avoid the moisture my goodness
I think she just wanted something to look at 

The street goes both ways,
Better look before you cross 
Better look before you cross it
Rpt

Better look before you cross It
Acid wash like my dreams 
Try not to irritate the process
She wanted eggs with my sausage 
I ain't ready for all of that quite yet 
I'm working on my right steps left right next 
Quite quiet probably not my type write riots to side step quiet nights
Off myself but I don't want to have to try at life twice 
I want the Hyatt life nice sippin tequila sprite ice in the ivory white bubbles 
Don't shop at Barneys rather rubble 
Ain't lookin for no trouble now I'm on another level 
Baby maybe I'm on several 

The street goes both ways,
Better look before you cross 
Better look before you cross it
Rpt

Look Before You Cross [Prod. Bahous]

Lyrics/Vocals - @click-clack

Beat - @shyguy_the_freak

Mix/Master - Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Lyrics:

Fair enough fair enough fair enough 
They can't show a nigga love 
Have to do it by lonesome 

That's ok, just fine 
Said I'm used to this shit fuck a line 
I can't wait for a show nevermind 
I am God you my intelligent design
Feel like Lil' B I'm cooking sippin wine 
Jesus Christ I am feeling so divine 

Fuck a horoscope, nigga hell no 
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone 
Fuck a horoscope, nigga hell no
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone 

These schools ain't got no money wonder why we sell dope 
Why you lyin? Why you lyin? you don't wanna no 
You just turn the other way and say geronimo
Ain't seen no vacuum seal before thought he meant Conoco 
Fuck a horoscope, 
Metaphorically speaking you speaking Morris code 
I said fuck a religion I'll read the cliff notes 
Spent yo money on gold plated still need dish soap 
Ballelujah use to live up by the Frisco 
Had to dip out like the count of Monte Cristo
I went ahead and shot the 3 they thought I'd miss tho
Oh you thought I couldn't spit I bet yo ----- know 
Woah woah woah woah woah woah

Fuck a horoscope, nigga hell no 
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone 
Fuck an horoscope, nigga hell no
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone
Fuck a horoscope, nigga hell no 
I might script my own destiny on my cell phone

Nightmare [Prod.shyguy]

Vocals/Lyrics by Click-Clack
Link: @Click-Clack

Produced by Boy Arthur
Link: @arthurmoveapak

Mix and Master by Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studio in Austin, Texas.
Link: @a2rdpro

LYRICS:

What you got there, 
Yeah Im gonna drive don't wanna walk there,
All you got is mid I want top fare
Pops use say life is just not fare 
Can't knock the grind if you ain't got shares
What you got  
What you got there 
Yeah Im gonna drive don't wanna walk there,
All you got is mid I want top fare
Pops use say life is just not fare 
Can't knock the grind if you ain't got shares
What you got there

Yeah I'm fuckin on it feel like chxpo I might get there
Oooohhh baby, yeah I here for it, I don't get scared
How you doin, how the fuck you doin how you really doin 
Fuck all shit you think they'd wanna hear 
I Don't let em, charge me up 
I don't let em, charge me up 
On my lonely boy I been about my bucks
I Don't let em, charge me up 
I don't let em, charge me up 
On my lonely boy I been about my bucks

Yeah, ok, alright definitely 
Yeah, ok, alright definitely 
Yeah, yeah, alright definitely 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I think understand
They want grandiose projection of like who I am 
But I'm just who I am
I think understand
They want grandiose projection of like who I am 
But I'm just who I am

What do you want from me,
........I'm Just a human being
Yeah ok alright definitely 
Ok ok alright yeah alright definitely 

That's a bet, Feel harden I might get my check, oohh 
Said I look good.. last time I saw you I was wrecked 
Watch where step now, rare when I step out...
Won't hold breath now I won't check out 
Respect when I speak, I respect when you speak so I wouldn't expect nothing else
Respect when I speak, I respect when you speak, I won't argue it's bad for my health
....Ok

Yeesh [Prod. Boy Arthur]

Full EP:
https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/sleep-no-more-ii

Vocals/Lyrics by Click-Clack
Link: @Click-Clack

Produced by Cop Boy
Link: @cop-boy

Mix and Master by Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studio in Austin, Texas.
Link: @a2rdpro

LYRICS:

Playboi like carti my piss might be dirty 
My wrist might be hurting they feelings up early 
Up late I'm up early
Can't C me like scurvy 
I need all my vitamins 
Blue one the orange one white ones 
I might just play with my life once 
Said I would flip em went thru em 
Don't ask how I'm doing, 
Out with the old bring the new in, 
The language I'm fluent 
The language I'm fluent

That's the language I'm fluent 
The language I'm fluent 
The language I'm fluent
That's the language I'm fluent 
Affluent the wealth you Don't care bout my health 
Why you lying you cracker
The Cheese on my mind like a packer 
Before and the aftermath 
Are you after that
In the trap I don't smoke I need hasmat 
Baby do the math 

Subtractin these fuck boys don't need no new friends I can't add that 
That'd be bad math 
I'm out there's just too many strangers
Now I feel uncomfortable back to my habitat
That's the tabernac
Oh how I want a Tesla no Cadillac 
But still floatin on pokes give you cataracts 
So well spoken on spokes I'll be havin that 
Did you gather that 
They keep playing like pawns I might castle that 
You keep buggin your plug I caint hassle that
You keep fumblin words I can't pass it back 
They keep takin them chances I'm acid rap
They on dusty that water I'm mastercraft
Not above anything but don't ask for that 
You knock like the cops where your manners at 
At home don't have company I cannot answer that 
Factually off my property please do not stand there I might bring the hammer back 
Oh it's the police can I see 2 forms of ID and your badge cause I think you a scammer act 
Actually over the influence thank you for asking me 
I got some family from Parmer to StassAny
...Lock the glove do five under you passing me 
Moving to fast for me, 
I can't say you too fast for yourself 
My heart racin it's bad for my health 
Mix breed but I'm black when she belt for me 
Mix breed but I'm white she cry for me 
My flesh is so grey like the skies can be 
This rain on my teeth ain't disguising me 
My heart made of gold that's the nicest meat 
It's so nice to meet you 
It's so nice to meet


The language I'm fluent 
The language I'm fluent
That's the language I'm fluent

Rate This Translation [Prod. Cop Boy]

Lyrics/Vocals:
@click-clack

Production:
@fiftyfiftyfifty & @mikulak

Mix/Master:
Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Lyrics:

Do you like that shit, baby do you like that
All these pussy niggas worried about theyselves
She decide to call me daddy by herself
I fold the sheets up, cause they need a lil help
Wow, wow, wow, wow
No that's right, cause this shit feel kinda wild
Got caught up talking, feel this on my come up now
Crazy how we talking kids, but we don't know how
How you, how you want it
How you want it lil mama
I said How you want it
How you want it lil mama
How, how, How you want it
How you want it lil mama
I said how you want it
How you want it lil mama

That my queen
Baby tell me what you need
I'mma give you what you need
Baby tell me what you need
I'mma give you what you need

How that shit came up? Guess its on my mind
Guess its on your mind
Ye ain't ready, I ain't ready, you still all on crying
Put money over you? Got it on the line
Can't put that on hold
Woah, woah
No I can't put that on hold 
She like, talking dirty dirty money, that's a go
Yall niggas vanilla, you talking x and o's 
Woah, woah woah
She like talking dirty dirty money, that's a go
Yall niggas vanilla, you talking x and oh 

How you, How you want it
How you want it lil mama
I said How you want it
How you want it lil mama
How, how, How you want it
How you want it lil mama
I said how you want it
How you want it lil mama

That my queen
Baby tell me what you need
I'mma give you what you need
Baby tell me what you need
I'mma give you what you need

Skranger Things [Prod. Ballteam]

Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack ( @click-clack )
Production by ICYTWAT ( @twatwave )
Mix/Master by Aime @ Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Graphic by HiFrequencyGfx
All streaming services: hyperurl.co/736enx

Speeding [Prod. ICYTWAT]

Lyrics/Vocals by:
Click-Clack @click-clack
Swish Fifty @fiftyfiftyfifty

Produced By:
Swish Fifty @fiftyfiftyfifty

Mix/Mastered By:
Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios (Austin, Texas)

Lyrics:
Fair enough, that's okay
I don't bluff, make a play
Fair enough, that's okay
I don't bluff, make a play
I don't have to bluff, but I won't fold
Keep it on the hush, on the low-low
Baby, that's too much, it's a boat load
Flexing without reason, that's a no-no

That's how we on it
No sir, no sir, no ma'am, we not going
Granted I be like I'm Horace
Banging on the block, we crashing boards 
Sure, of course, talk that talk but you ain't scoring
I need a statue in Canton
Pass outta bounds with the family
Sham and cheese got em dancing
Brace your knees, get a bandage
Gee whiz, goddammit
Play some d, get em fancy 
I can spoil a bitch rancid

Fair enough, that's okay
I don’t bluff, make a play
Fair enough, that's okay
I don't bluff, make a play
I don't have to bluff, but I won't fold
Keep it on the hush, on the low-low
Baby, that's too much, it's a boat load
Flexing without reason, that's a no-no

Flex, I might flex, I might flex on these niggas
My bankroll so long, they can't count up the digits
Game in my grasp got em spun like a fidget
My goodness, good gracious, goddamn got no limits
We in it
You can't stop the team, just diminish
This ain't no scrimmage, full contact, you want that
Said no, you ain't with it, you don't want the combat
Might get up
Exquisite
Austrailian
Like wombat
On God

Fair enough, that's okay
I don’t bluff, make a play
Fair enough, that's okay
I don't bluff, make a play
I don't have to bluff, but I won't fold
Keep it on the hush, on the low-low
Baby, that's too much, it's a boat load
Flexing without reason, that's a no-no

Yamaha Ft. Swish Fifty [Prod. Swish Fifty]

All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9
Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack
Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77
Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Lyrics:
Woah, how you gone hang out with them niggas
Actin like they different not interested in it 
Know cause I’m a nigga, tell me that they different
Tell me that I’m paranoid borderline skitzofrenic
That I’m also manic, need help like you you need help to see that they are also me 
That I am also them, that we are all are hustlin for some love within inseams it’s seems
Lovely trust me I know me I see these thoughts bubbling unholy 
I'm not just tryna stir the pot you know me 
I'm not just tryna stir the pot you know me 
I know me more than you will ever hopefully you might never know me like I know 
I sleep eyes open, these are where the worst thoughts lie 
Told me you need space I’m in earth off life 

Living in space
I'm living in
Living in space 
I’m living 
I’m living still congratulate 
As of late I’ve been doing A ok in the
Grand scheme the grand slate, metaphoric 
My mind state slides within earth quakes my eye hurt since the first day of light 
Since the first day outside I’d rather be in, 
The won’t let me in I guess I’m an outsider 
Where the worst thoughts lie I guess I’m an outlier 
Pure yay might have ya mouth wired

Woah [Prod. OTESLA⚘⚘]

All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9
Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack
Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77
Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Lyrics:
How does it feel to be alone really alone
What do they want from me, com pany
I could be anyone, 
Find someone else to prey on I’m not your mini yon
I think I’m really one, not to be fucked with 
Won’t leave the deed undone I’m killing them um run till the young sun creep from beneath the trees and weeds 
Did it so easily greasily heathens breath from deep within me these evenly evil breeds seem eerily familiar 
Six feet deep hole dug it self it seems 
The only sign is these blisters that bleed within  me 
The only line that I walk is while leaving my seed
The only time that I talk is while speaking my peace 
I guess not, said why, I won’t leave
I guess not, said why, I won’t leave

How does it feel to be alone really alone 
How does it feel to be alone really you don't know
How does it feel to be alone really alone 
How does it feel to be alone really you don't know
How does it feel to be alone really alone 
How does it feel to be alone really you don't know
How does it feel to be alone really alone 
How does it feel to be alone really you don't know

How does it feel to be present 
Resent the roll call missing me 
Presentations incomplete 
Contemplate if she’s into me or not 
I fancy her a lot might be my rock 
I need to be my own rock first 
I need to seed my own sock first to be sure
I’m sure as day now, before we lay down
I want to say how, you make me feel 
Too late details afterwords or after actions reveal your actual appeal to me is deeper then this cedar picket fence it’s immense repeal my senses it’s senseless 
Just thinking about you it pretenses 
No seems in this logic seemless it seems endless, she’s a queen no princess present, hope she excepts this verbal essence effervescent eyes never held a lie within their skies 
How does it feel to be within their focus, 
We are deep in love but will she notice the depth on my behalf 
How does it feel to be their focus, 
I am deep in love but will she notice
But will she, but will she notice

Depth [Prod. OTESLA⚘⚘]

All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9
Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack
Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77
Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Lyrics:
One sip from the chalice bring the malice out a mad man calm
Bet chu never thought I'd last that long 
Feel like nasdaq could I crash that fast 
Qualms putting cash on me get my cash back fast
Ain’t funny how I always have the last laugh 
Why don’t you put some money on me have the last laugh 
We can both laugh last 
Crack a smile like a pretty black ass the way I clap back 
Why he say negar if he’s only half black 
Smoke you like a cegar pound her like a hashtag 
This could be my first one, treat it like the last track 
Mark on his arms treat it like it’s self arm 
What about crack would ya sum it up to that 
Black just don’t crack I guess 
Better if I just don’t ask I guess
I could never pass thine test momma even if I study till my last line breath 
Exhale define me I define me set sail to these notions they created of me 
Eliminated my needs now I just want more 
What do I want if I just want more

Tea [Prod. OTESLA⚘⚘]

All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9
Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack
Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77
Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Lyrics:
Constant, keep runnin through plays in my mind 
Simmer hey, simmer high, simmer low
Summer rides through the most of the year down here sweat behind my ears
Most of you move like you wet behind yo ears
Stuck in the same you cannot step behind yo fears, the way I cut through the lane 
How the fuck do my brain do I you fuck you the same 
You don’t have to answer that 
I know the answer that I want to hear I’ll go with that 
This shit feel really classic when she throw it back 
I feel like I might actually have the coat to match 
Oh so you ain’t never met me but you know my past 
That’s interesting really how’d you know to ask 
How’d you know to ask me 
How’d you know to ask 
Did you know me last week 
How’d you know to ask
How’d you know to ask me 
How’d you know to ask 
Did you know me last week 

Let me check my legend, legendary
Its hereditary, I didnt know my pops so I don’t know you niggas either 
Am I speaking to abruptly as I wet you with the ether
Need a breather safety meeting further research 
I’m dumb geeked nigga far gone but I’m present 
Gimme one week nigga she gone see me in her future 
One cheap thrill now my brodie in the past 
I won’t hold you, you can't hold me I’m a slasher 
I don’t care bout recognition I want assets 
I wanna cash checks I’m sick of cash 
I’m on my last breath maybe not my last 
I seen a few my homies pass maybe I’m the last 
Nice of you to ask, I'm doing good this week I got some hash
And nothin feels better then something when you feel like ass 
I had to get back up these nigga trash 
I cant even find no trouble if I ask 
How’d you know to ask me 
How’d you know to ask 
Did you know me last week 
How’d you know to ask
How’d you know to ask 
How’d you know to ask

Constant [Prod. OTESLA⚘⚘]

All streaming media: hyperurl.co/bvn6d9
Lyrics/Vocals by Click-Clack @click-clack
Production by OTESLA⚘⚘ @tesla77
Mixed/Master by Aime Brunn at Launch Pad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Lyrics:
Smooth shake make yo boots break 
It’s Tuesday make moves let the moves make you no touché 
Jai voudrais introduce you to shame as I move through the lane lames double take 
Cannot be tamed throw dirt on my name for names sake 
I bury your name the wake in the same day you caint take the same treatment 
Break the same sequence as we can 
I’m French vanilla chocolate butter peecan deluxe 
Bruise easily please don’t touch me my shotgun clutched in each hand 
Won’t take much to squeeze damn now you can’t breath how we can 
Now I got ptsd man from rose sequins splatter the pavement how he leakin in my dreams frequent
Never wanted to squeeze, cool breeze can’t calm me please let it calm me 
Please let her call me and interrupt this destructive frequency I’ve been struck with 
Fuck this can’t let him test me let it buck quick 
Shouldn’t have disrupted my path to the bucket, 
Never should have trusted me not to get technical now I’m T’d up 

Momma screaming please not my beloved 
What makes me believe I’m above him 
I don’t even know
Momma screaming please not my beloved 
What makes me believe I’m above him 
I don’t even know 
Momma screaming please not my beloved 
What makes me believe I’m above him

Sequence [Prod. OTESLA⚘⚘]

Written, performed and produced by Eric Mikulak aka 
Click-Clack / @click-clack
White Jamal / @mikulak

Engineered mixed and mastered by Aime Brunn & Eric Mikulak at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Artwork by ULTRASHOOK
https://twitter.com/ultrashook?lang=en

Released under Ballteam Records.

Lyrics:
Damn, I got more than what you see like right now
Damn, you some different niggas when the lights out
Damn, I can't really play with you you fuckin round
Damn, better now forgive em when they gun me down
Damn, I got more than what you see like right now
Damn, you some different niggas when the lights out
Damn, I can't really play with you you fuckin round
Damn, better now forgive em when they gun me down

You, who the fuck is you? 
Get the fuck from round me
I don't know you niggas no you aint my family 
Can it be?
Get the fuck from round me baby get down on your knees
It might be too late I don't know if God can save ya
Shit I need the bag, got the bag, I could weigh it up 
Say what? Say what you should say sumn
Say sumn? If you say it you should play dumb 

Damn, I got more than what you see like right now
Damn, you some different niggas when the lights out
Damn, I can't really play with you you fuckin round
Damn, better now forgive em when they gun me down
Damn, I got more than what you see like right now
Damn, you some different niggas when the lights out
Damn, I can't really play with you you fuckin round
Damn, better now forgive em when they gun me down

Right Now [Prod. White Jamal]

Written, performed and produced by Eric Mikulak aka 
Click-Clack / @click-clack
White Jamal / @mikulak

Engineered mixed and mastered by Aime Brunn & Eric Mikulak at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Artwork by ULTRASHOOK
https://twitter.com/ultrashook?lang=en

Released under Ballteam Records.

Lyrics:
I look good I look good and you know it and you know it
You look good you look good and you know it  and you know it
I look good I look good and you know it and you know it
You look good you look good and you know it and you know it

Ennie meanie minnie mo I said mo I need mo 
Mo money mo tree mo dope let it go 
Let it go, I need sleep, I need drink, I need hope
need some sun I need some I need something 
I’m too low 

Hacienda flex I’ll see the sun again I know it 
That's really too much energy I'm sweating through my closes
I’m the flower boy nigga way too many roses 
Just a day job little money had to go get 

I look good I look good and you know it and you know it 
You look good you look good and you know it  and you know it
I look good and you know it and you know it and you know it 
You look good and you know it and you know it and you know it

And you know it, ATM loaded up let’s get loaded 
What the hold up, 
Shit I hope this movies almost over 
I really to preoccupied to focus
But this shit is really bogus 
And it ain’t even distracting me disasters that I hosted 

I’m just posted 
Tesla want the roadster 
Where is yo respect put yo drink on coaster 
She said I do too much but I’d rather do the most 
First things first buy the house on the coast 
Damn if I do baby damned I don’t 
Hating on me couple grams to the dome 
I don’t know you niggas and I don’t care what you on 
Damn if I do might as well do what I want 

I look good I look good and you know it and you know it 
You look good you look good and you know it  and you know it
I look good and you know it and you know it and you know it 
You look good and you know it and you know it and you know it

You Know It [Prod. White Jamal]

Written, performed and produced by Eric Mikulak aka 
Click-Clack / @click-clack
White Jamal / @mikulak

Engineered mixed and mastered by Aime Brunn & Eric Mikulak at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Artwork by ULTRASHOOK
https://twitter.com/ultrashook?lang=en

Released under Ballteam Records.

Lyrics:
Spin the block,yeah spin the block uhh spin the block 
No I’m not looking for my ops tryn to dodge the cops 
Fern flop, had a royal flush from the first flop 
Course not I can’t tolerate all of that church talk 
Spin the block,yeah spin the block uhh spin the block 
No I’m not looking for my ops tryn to dodge the cops
Fern flop, had a royal flush from the first flop 
Course not, I can’t tolerate all of that church talk 

First off, first things first could be worse off 
Church talk don’t believe in god but I water walk 
Big cap ain’t got no VVSs that’s alotta talk 
Not at all, how could I have an issue I don’t know y’all 
Water fall down on me its a new day
Second off can’t be satisfied with getting second place 
Not at all, gone have to run it back I need a second game 
Told yo ass I’d get you back I knew it, said respect the name 

Spin the block,yeah spin the block uhh spin the block 
No I’m not looking for my ops tryn to dodge the cops 
Fern flop, had a royal flush from the first flop 
Course not I can’t tolerate all of that church talk 
Spin the block,yeah spin the block uhh spin the block 
No I’m not looking for my ops tryn to dodge the cops
Fern flop, had a royal flush from the first flop 
Course not, I can’t tolerate all of that church talk 

Fuck a cop I don’t give a damn about no rorshack 
Pour that, feel like I need a shot I put like four back 
Record that redo it in the morning so they understand 
My homie throw balls of the soft so he pitch it to em underhand 
...Sometimes it feel like I won’t ever see a hundred grand
Money bag, I stay in the yo until the sun is back 
Run it back, Andrew Wiggins I play when I feel like it 
Just some shit that I don’t hate don’t mean I still like it

Spin the block,yeah spin the block uhh spin the block 
No I’m not looking for my ops tryn to dodge the cops 
Fern flop, had a royal flush from the first flop 
Course not I can’t tolerate all of that church talk 
Spin the block,yeah spin the block uhh spin the block 
No I’m not looking for my ops tryn to dodge the cops
Fern flop, had a royal flush from the first flop 
Course not, I can’t tolerate all of that church talk

Spin The Block [Prod. White Jamal]

Written, performed and produced by Eric Mikulak aka 
Click-Clack / @click-clack
White Jamal / @mikulak

Engineered mixed and mastered by Aime Brunn & Eric Mikulak at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Artwork by ULTRASHOOK
https://twitter.com/ultrashook?lang=en

Released under Ballteam Records.

Lyrics:
They can say what they want I mind my business 
Least I don’t do too much for your attention 
You can call me what you want but I ain’t extra
Call me what you want.. just don’t call me broke 

Some days you know I don’t wanna but I gotta roll
You can’t get caught slipping, do not pass go 
Do not collect the bag, collect them fees though
Possessed by these possessions now that they feasible 
I’d rather not get mad let’s just be reasonable 
Can’t get lost in my emotions, rest my goals upon my conscience, 
Think you holier than thou 
Shalt not kill if I can’t concentrate
kill the noise and isolate 
You Lonely but I can’t relate 

They can say what they want I mind my business 
Least I don’t do too much for your attention 
You can call me what you want but I ain’t extra
Call me what you want.. just don’t call me broke 

The day that hell broke loose 
Say you want it
But you afraid of elbow juice 
And to be honest 
You gotta get yo 10,000 in anyways 
And even if you don’t get 10 you gon find its not a waste
I can’t do it for a taste,
I can’t be no fiend again, 
Bet yo ass I need a pen to sign this check 
That I can cash casually as you were 
Sir I swear I went the speed already smoked up all my weed
Write the fuckin ticket got somewhere I need to be
Right now, right now, right now I'm in my head
Right now I can't concentrate

Off N On [Prod. White Jamal]

Written, performed and produced by Eric Mikulak aka 
Click-Clack / @click-clack
White Jamal / @mikulak

Engineered mixed and mastered by Aime Brunn & Eric Mikulak at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Artwork by ULTRASHOOK
https://twitter.com/ultrashook?lang=en

Released under Ballteam Records.

Lyrics:
I’m like good luck 
Throw yo hood up 
Can’t be beefin with nobody man that’s too much 
Man I’m too clutch 
Ball team that’s the clan fuck a klu klux 
Don’t give two fucks
I don’t give two fucks
Man I’m booted up
Booted up
Lil momma got me memorized the way she toot it up
This ain't new to us
Why you actin' like this game is fucking new to us?
This really ain't new to us
Out in Budapest
Why you actin like you know when you don't know the rest?
Uon know my fucking story you could hold your breath
Why you tryna keep up with me you gon drown in that
 
In my bag, in my bag, In my bag huh 
In my bag, yes I guess I'm in my bag
In my bag, in my bag, In my bag huh 
In my bag, yes I guess I'm in my bag

In my bag
My demeanor got em mad 
Didn’t mean it oh my bad
I guess I’m in my bag 
I guess I'm in my bag guess I'm really booted up
Really booted up, guess I'm really booted up

Guess I'm really booted
I guess I'm really booted
You know what the vibe is
You see what the mood is
I bet you think you ballin
You really just a unic 
I love it when you call me 
It make me feel so human
Yeah I heard a couple songs and I guess he shop at neiman
Ion think we met, you would know me when you see me
Yeah I guess that's right, I guess you were on that GG
Feel like Steph Curry yeah we go up for that 3 peat

In my bag
My demeanor got em mad 
Didn’t mean it oh my bad
I guess I’m in my bag 
I guess I'm in my bag guess I'm really booted up
Really booted up, guess I'm really booted up

Booted  [Prod. White Jamal]

Written, performed and produced by Eric Mikulak aka 
Click-Clack / @click-clack
White Jamal / @mikulak

Engineered mixed and mastered by Aime Brunn & Eric Mikulak at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Artwork by ULTRASHOOK
https://twitter.com/ultrashook?lang=en

Released under Ballteam Records.

Lyrics:
Money bag, max contract, yeah I want that
Behind the back, how I dish the rock no contest
Be honest, protect the based god pay homage,
I'm on it, Ballteam shit up in my laundry 
Dirty, I can't touch that it look to dirty
Jerseys, bout to put the name up on some jerseys
Herbie, Herbie Hancock future shock 
Did it early, where I got my style I did it early


I need some more love 
I need some more 
I came down in something regular need that foreign
Gotta get my bands up I need some more 
Oh that’s yo mans huh? I can’t ignore it 
I need some more love 
I need some more 
I came down in something regular need that forgeign
Gotta get my bands up I need some more 
Oh that’s yo mans huh? I can’t ignore it 

4K when I play the game this shit look so pristine 
I don’t get sick my antibodies looking at you mean 
Big dope what I’m smoking all organic when I bleed
It’s too early in the morning drinking coffee can not eat 
I’m not hungry but I’m hungry for some money hurt my stummy 
Was feeling great, then you woke up feeling bummy 
Just a nap That’s a wrap put the team up on my back
That’s my dog he can’t nod need more milligrams than that 

I need some more love 
I need some more 
I came down in something regular need that foreign
Gotta get my band up I need some more 
Oh that’s you mans huh I can’t ignore it 
I need some more love 
I need some more 
I came down in something regular need that foreign
Gotta get my band up I need some more 
Oh that’s yo mans huh? I can’t ignore it

More Love [Prod. White Jamal]

All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak
All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Graphic Art by @histo-sz

Lyrics:
Put it in the dash box locked that’s a warrant 
This cop better talk to me nice just a warning 
Coffee in my yeti it’s too early in the morning 
Second car pull up like hornets and they swarming 

That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man it’s bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell
Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man that's bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell

Tags out lock the quarter bow in the dash now 
Racks out when we hit club we gon' spazz out 
Back down yeah he talk loud but he’ll back down 
I see where you coming from like yo tracks out 
Hell naw I can’t be no bum I need stacks now 
Can’t be begging for no crumbs I need half now 
Cash out I don’t want no cash I want assets 
Acreage you know why they mad when we make it 

Put it in the dash box locked that’s a warrant 
This cop better talk to me nice just a warning 
Coffee in my yeti it’s too early in the morning 
Second car pull up like hornets and they swarming 

That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man it's bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell
Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man that's bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell

Fuck 12, yeah that means fuck em all 
When you talk about the good ones that shit make my skin crawl 
Just another tough guy real big balls 
Fuck 12, yeah that means fuck em all

That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bail and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man it’s bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell
Fuck 12, 

They all guilty by association

They all guilty by association

F12 [Prod. Brokeboishy]

All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak
All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Graphic Art by @histo-sz

Lyrics:
That shit sounds about right okay fair enough 
Nobody fucking wit you baby bar none 
Maybe I ain’t living right I feel my heart jump 
That shit coulda been nothing you ain’t start sumn 
Going out looking for issues they just clout hunting 
Can’t be worried bout you niggas tryna count sumn
I got off the couch and hit the ground running 
Can’t be worried bout you niggas tryna count from it 

That shit sounds abooout right
That shit sounds about right 
Had to hit ground running, that’s the thing about life 
That shit sounds abooout right
That shit sounds about right 
Had to hit ground running, that’s the thing about life

Thankful [Prod. Brokeboishy]

All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak
All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Graphic Art by @histo-sz

Lyrics:
Back in the city for the first time 
Hmm yeah mask on can’t identify 
Still gimme me six feet I’m like damn right 
12 worried put them drones up in the sky 
Now it’s fuck the eyes of Texas ain’t no mystery 
These fraudulent traditions got some history 
Ain’t no monument to me that shit ain’t indiscreet 
And these pigs trained to shoot they don’t know how to speak 
How you the one that’s getting mad you talking down to me 
Probably got it from yo dad, now I’m starting to see 
I’m just tryna live my life nigga pardon me 
I’m just tryna live my life and it's hard breathe 


He bet he right (betty wright) he playing with fire like Tha Carter 3 
They tryna tie my hands like Tha Carter 3 
That really ain’t the plan please don’t start with me 
I stick to the routine So I’m hard to meet 

On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me 
On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me 
On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me 
On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me 

Yeah pardner could you pardon me? 
Natural in the kitchen no cordon bleu
Pardon me sergeant? No pardon you 
Don’t want to call your super cause he’s hard on you 
Ugly ass boy yeah you hard to view 
Act like you a martyr but you cartoon
I’m on my way and it starts soon 
Just another day and it start soon 

He bet he right (betty wright) he playing with fire like Tha Carter 3 
They tryna tie my hands like Tha Carter 3 
That really ain’t the plan please don’t start with me 
I stick to the routine So I’m hard to meet 

On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me 
On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me 
On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me 
On my way, hmmm yeah pardon me

OMW [Prod. Brokeboishy]

All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak
All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Graphic Art by @histo-sz

Lyrics:
.....I told you so .....I told you so 
I told you so... 
...I think first I slowed my roll, now 
...Moving fast always on go, now 
I’m on yo ass been taking notes 


Stuck in the house still on the same shit 
Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship 
Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah 
All money in had to close my account 
Stuck in the house still on the same shit 
Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship 
Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah 
All money in had to close my account 

.......I wish I’d ask where you’d go 
Waited too long to let you know 
Waited too long to check on you 
Now that you're gone I can’t assume 
Nobody's fault but what was I doing 
I should’ve known that wasn’t you 
Probably the only one could call youuuu out 
From behind prescription proof 

Stuck in the house still on the same shit 
Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship 
Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah 
All money in had to close my account 
Stuck in the house still on the same shit 
Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship 
Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah 
All money in had to close my account 

Approve of the risk it’s worth it, 
Might take a loss but ain’t shit perfect 
Yeah I know ain’t shit perfect 
Take it in stride can’t lose my inertia 
It’ll come back in the long run 
Hope you come back in the long run 
Hope that I see you in the next one 
Still smoke big no I don’t need to stretch nun 

Stuck in the house still on the same shit 
Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship 
Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah 
All money in had to close my account 
Stuck in the house still on the same shit 
Feel like a young nigga live in a spaceship 
Punched in, can’t punch out, yeah 
All money in had to close my account 

....Still smoke big no I don’t need to stretch nun
Use to stuff a philly with that brick now it's A-1
Upper echelon, smoking on fake runts
I’m smoking on fake runts

Spaceship [Prod. Brokeboishy]

All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak
All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Graphic Art by @histo-sz

Lyrics:
Wake up in morning, it’s to early I can’t fall back 
Sent my resume I didn’t answer when they called back 
I’m not in the mood leave a message I might call back 
Sorry I was rude need my meds that’s that pressure pack 
What you wanna do? If you bless me I'ma bless you back 
This sound like a movie broke boi make you do the runnin man 
I'm just tryna level up my income... diversify 
Thick yella bone red ginseng I’m paralyzed 

I don’t know what these niggas talkin bout 
I don’t know what these niggas on about 
First course wagyu beef when the bean hit 
Find him tryna find the point am I dreaming 

.....Am I dreaming 
Stuck inside, in the house with some decent 
I got white runts on phone do I need it (em)
I might have to grab a me zone for my demons 
Now a days, plan shit out, it’s a Sequence
Freaked it, try to ride the wave you’ll get sea sick 
First take, wait till you see it after treatment 
Shit boy you not just geeked you need treatment!! 
Broke boi that’s my lil nigga in the deep end 
Quarantine what day is it? It’s the weekend
I might place a bid on stock x cause I need them 
When they get they stimulus check ima bleed them 
I might have to one two step yelling free bands 
Broke boi that’s my lil nigga in the deep end 
Quarantine what day is it it’s the weekend
Fur coat she thought it was a mink but it’s sheepskin 

I might have to take the long route have you seen it? 
In the backwoods by myself and it scenic  
Head back down to the house and she beamin' 
Can’t be that bad if someone happy to see me
I might have to take the long route have you seen it? 
In the backwoods by myself and it scenic  
Head back down to the house and she beamin' 
Can’t be that bad if someone happy to see me 

I don’t know what these niggas talkin bout 
I don’t know what these niggas on about 
First course wagyu beef when the bean hit 
Find him tryna find the point am I dreaming

Am I dreaming?

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