Demo i ain't gonna finish


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scorpion DEMO // ProdbyIOF

The Robins are back 
On my grass 
Worming through the past 
Fueling for attack 
Trying be a little happy 
Summer coming fast 
The bitch could never snuff my passion 
Powder on her nose 
Tho 
Throat coat 
For the hoe 
That’s a low blow
Hole in her bucket 
Or her boat Idunno 
her 
anymore  
or myself 
I’ve been more 
than tangled up in words

Tryna pen the story 
Filled up with worry 
You really let me down 
Sorry 
That I 
Act out 
And cry 
Cannot balance my emotions 
Tryna man up and keep it going 
So the steel won’t weep from the barrel to the self
When the tendrils twitch from shift in the pattern 
The scene been stuck looking up at the casket
I love, love but it ain’t loving me back though 

The Robins are back 
On my grass 
Worming through the past 
Fueling for attack 
Trying be a little happy 
Summer coming fast 
The bitch could never snuff the passion 
Powder on her nose 
Tho 
Throat coat 
For the hoe 
That’s a low blow
Hole in her boat 
Or her bucket Idunno 
her 
anymore  
or myself 
I’ve been more 
than tangled up in my words

the robins are back (prod.neverforever)

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slow poke - prod. puia

wirds:

I just need to talk my shit, been bent up in my room for days 
Talk like a rapper, I ain’t getting paid tho 
Every-time I chat with a bitch I’m faded
If she asks me, I tell her ‘I made it’,
How is it a lie if I just made it up?
That girl drove me crazy 
I’m in the Honda accord, no Acura 
But a muh fucka be accurate,
With the words I’m spitting up out my mouth 
If she acting dumb ima have to put a tax on her, momma said no hoes in her house
But she shot me dead in the chest, dead in the water, dead on the fence 
I was busy chasing ass up to Orono and I ain’t give no respect

Damn right, damn right, how could I ever be wrong bitch? 
Ain’t no pen-write, pen-write, all of this straight off the dome bitch
This shit don’t sit to well, in my stomach, need a spell, 
or sum to help me out, of this hole that I seem to have fell into
Idunno, who I am, anymore 
Every word, I’ve been pouring out, has been just paranoia
Lurking around the corner,
Girl, this is elevator music, 
If I don’t love her ima swerve her, why would I stay mad? Got doobies.

Yeah, December 10th 2024, almost 6pm and 
I’m on the mic again,
Cause I got something up in my head 
Way too pissed when can’t express
Damn it got the kiddo over stressed 
Numb myself then go to bed
Wake up do it all again 

That’s why I take these trips 
With Ahmad to Alaska 
Or by myself with these mushrooms 
I’m just a mess of tension, that’s coooool 
Yeah, I guess
But the egos fucking dead 
Blew the brains out his head,
Kurt Kurt Co-bane March 25

Mm yuh 
Ima chop that bit 
And im saying it before I do it cause im finna walk that bit 
Yeah 
But she getting picky and choosy with those frat guy fits 
Girl you just look stupid in those VSCO pics 

Girl I blocked ya 
For a reason 
You mean just about nun to me 
Why would I wanna small talk with a bitch who’s always lying through her teeth?
But now you’re back on my mind
Just about when I had found my peace 
But that’s just what you wanted, ain’t it? 
A devil in some angel wings 

Huh, that makes sense cause 
Satan is a-fallen
It’s Kinda like 
What we all do 
When we are all walking 
But anyways 
That’s all semantics 
I’m just busy talking 
Sipping on a shipyard in the studio a muh fucka yawkin
What does that even mean?
Ion give a fuck right now I’m scheming 
I know I can flow on beats 
You ain’t gotta say that shit, believe that shit 
I record myself so if I left it in I meant ta
Yall got something to say? Get the pencil out 
In the mean time ima keep running my muh fuckin mouth
This the me time, pick up the free line 
Don’t pledge allegiance to shit ima free lion 
Rawr
Huh
Ima park in the left
Rawr
Like a feline with a chest 
Full of hair 
Leave em scared 
Take they breath away no air
Play that back, lemme hear that man,
Sound like nun but he talking his shit 
And that’s the whole point 
Light a joint 
Feeling higher than thou 
Bro lemme help you out 
Up outta that slump 
Nah bro I’ll help myself 


Fuck all of the mumble rap 
Huh, only do it when I’m plastered 
Fuck a baptism ima bastard 
207 home grown from the coast laughing
High off of my ass in the grass 
Flume dog run for the ball, go catch

Man I miss bird a lot, I know what ima write that album about 
Follow down the road I been no pope but preaching to the choir-reverb on my vocals, I abide by my bifocals, last name on my back is Slocum, mother fucker I been toking on these lame ass hoes 
Get up out that lame ass flow 
Get cha own
I been on my Maine shit yo 
I been on my Bane shit bro from the jump, talking bout the slocum

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