young thug - hate the game (ambient mix)

Lyrics:
see i wanted to go back to yesterday
dissect the page
and readdress to all the press i say
after this careful consideration 
and estimate
today was bleak
but the struggle that it necessitates
is very key
to us understanding a better way
i heard that yall been concrete
sneakers no elevate
i cant imagine that lifestyle
which you demonstrate
it dont compute to me
my drive on a different format
but yall ignore that
tread carefully and leave your shoes
out by the doormat
lucky that you made it past the doorman
security more deep
than a witness informant
still megaphone my formant
and wake up all the dormant

swear 
im close to be screechin
amplifying my teachings
preaching the good that you're needing
at least the way that i see it
its easy to switch to being a lecherous heathen
in this country where screamin FUCK ME is a courteous greeting
hello its mr one eye
presumable leader
still my feet
i refuse to feed the beasts and deceivers
even if i could say tomorrow would surely relieve us
some would leave us
just too hard to believe us
i guess we have our reasons
i spent a lot of seasons on repeat
just to be seasoned
the path ahead was incomplete
no GPS there to lead me
i refuse to concede
i will push on forever as needed
thanks for the warnings i'll heed em

and even without the requirement
even when at my tiredest
i gotta do a little bit more
just for the mindset
we come and go
but our persistence is timeless
our persecution is crimeless

transcending every boundary around me
from international bounties that counted on me being downed
to clowns right up in my county
goons lurkin for my person pursed up like Ali
pay tree em when the job done no Jack Conte
the work is finished time to go home Harry Belafonte

then if tomorrow up and came
and it was just another day
out of sight
dropping out your mind
whats his name
who he was what he say
memories been cast away
this here just a song i made
but i ask that you ruminate
cuz it's not me that i am speaking of
when the struggles are great
and you been thinking off
in a dream of the day
in which your heart is softened and often you could
have plentiful options that you adopted
for making sure your pain had eternal stoppage

stop it
drop the luggage and carry on
address the topic
communication totally key
so please dont lock it
sometimes the juice aint fittin the squeeze
but dont get caught in
obsessive cycles filled with dis ease
that turn you rotten
need to get back up on your feet
and get your plot writ

put together your scene
play it through and you see
you really got this
that's all i got shit

Days Freestyle prod DXEM

Paolo Banchero

Cakeseason

edit/update: the person who this song was originally written about is now essentially devoid of respect and likability in my eyes, so now it's a ballad for all of the lovers out there who aren't fucking each other over.

good riddance, s.

thanks, p.

thanks, world.

[peace.love.happiness]

e[u].logy (prod. purpan)

buffalo honda

my computer chose to corrupt this project before i finished it. this is what was exported prior to that.

before it began

[Prod. Kamikaze] 
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Lyrics:
Ain't  Nobody  really fuckin with me like they  always say
And all these people hit me up but I know that they be fake,
I'm Gonna grab the lawn mower and finally cut off all you snakes 
I just wanna one day finally get up out this place ,
But that's always been the dream, same shit  a different day,
So I pop a few xans and  try to eliminate this pain,
But it's never gonna change, and I'll always feel the same
I don't know what to do  my life is looking plain,
Never feel excited and it's always been this way
I wanna make it out  I wanna get up out this rain 
And Say you had my back but always saw  me in this pain,
I'm tired of this shit,  and I'm so tired of these days,
Sleepless nights, anxiety, just  ain't no good for me,
Wanna tell my problems but nobody listening,
Sleepless nights, anxiety, just  ain't no good for me,
Wanna tell my problems but nobody listening , yeah

Ain't nobody listening, yeah,
Ain't nobody listening, yeah,
Ain't nobody listening , yeah, 
Ain't nobody fuckin care,
Ain't nobody fuckin care, yeah
Ain't nobody fuckin care, yeah,
 Ain't nobody fuckin care yeah,

So I smoke up all this dope and I always check my phone,
Every 5 minutes even though that I'm alone, 
Nobody hit me up I'm always feeling like a ghost
I just wanna find some peace but nowhere feels like home,
Always smokin up  and sippin' on some styrofoam,
Yeah I got this guap and that iPhone rose gold,
But that don't mean I'm happy I'm just feeling so alone,
I just want somebody who would listen and can cope,
I don't know what to do cause I can't trust a soul,
Sippin all this lean but still  these problems overflow ,
I Ain't got shit to lose like I'm on death row 
Say you understand but you don't even fuckin know 
Every day I wake up and I'm always feeling low,
I just chase this dream and hope that one day I will blow, 
I've just had enough And hope that one day this can stop,
I'll just keep on working and grinding to the top, yeah.

Cakeseason

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