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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

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 done swang, I done swung..
I might hit the club throwback Vince Young 
She know I popped them twins this a parent trap 
I just might hit the club in a thoback 
I just made a dub off some throwaways  
All this Bulleit in my cup I'ma cold case 
Wish I could give it up it ain’t all that great
Still got Texas on my plates do you wanna taste 
This Hibiki in my cup I said yes indeed (yes indeedy)
I might hit the club throwback Lima Sweed
Might pull up to the Stu throwback Quentin Jammer 
Don’t mean to be rude son where’s your manners 
Southern gentleman yeah I got some morals 
Walk in the club in that throwback Jamaal Charles 
Blue chips this ain’t honorable mentions
I might hit the strip throwback Cedric Benson

That boy did it, only pray that I go out a legend 
Wake up to another day another chance 
I was wrong had to change up my stance 
Hard to explain but that’s what makes a man 

I might hit the club throwback Earl Campbell  
My plug won’t do no fronts but he might give you a sample 
Casamigos in my punch, so I’m sorry if I ramble 
Got me in the red zone, I might lose my handle 

But I really didn’t in my throwback Ricky Williams 
Shout to my foes in that throwback Roy Williams 
Oh that’s why they mad yeah they prolly in they feelins
Sick of taking L's would be hell so I feel them

Throwbacks [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:
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?

Thankful EP

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