Because It's You

"Comfort" Written & Produced by VTB
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Austin Stewart

Lyrics:

Mind if I,
Steal the comfort
From your skin on me
Hollow eyes,
Staring back
And they look happy to see me

I brought the knife out to know you,
Sat there in wait,
For you to fall asleep
While you're in your dreams

It was a night to remember,
I finally break
And take what's comforting
Wish you could have seen it

Growing fast,
All my thoughts
Are standing on the edge,
Hope they jump to fare me well

I brought the knife out to know you,
Sat there in wait,
For you to fall asleep
While you're in your dreams

It was a night to remember,
I finally break
And take what's comforting
Wish you could have seen it

I've done the worst,
No time to celebrate
Born again, rebirth
And I've found the faith,
If I lay my past in dirt

Comfort

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Made for ravers, bassheads, and anyone who’s tired of hearing elevator-grade Christmas music.

No Silent Nights

Cant tell if anything in front of me is real..
I hit the pipe, so bladed days kill what i feel.
I flick my wrist, and flip that blade i keep concealed,
My hate assaulting any danger in the field.

She wanna wake up while i disappear..
I'm smokin steady while im in the mirror.
I see her face and all i see is fear,
I need her taste i see it crystal clear.

Look at their eyes and its a waterfall,
I fantasize the crystal ball in all.
I recognize I witnessed all to fall,
Embedded lies that travel through the halls.

11th hour fuck their power, encouter what its worth.
Hit the bank without a face, hit the damage for the hurt.
These pussies cower, strip their ranks, you can't ban me from the work.
Golden tanks take out your flank, put your family in the dirt.

Can't stop this molotov,
Rip that black bag, and get to poppin off.
Fuck up their tactics, tell em call it off,
With all that acting you just wanna talk.
Toes aint been tagged then fuck it walk it off.
These pussies mad, I tell em knock it off..

(Chorus rpt.)

IM NOT SORRY Prod. Deergod x lefthandluck

(lyrics)
draw the pseudonym with a 4
only few of them could implore
the delusions in, this sick world
i’m a student in, stupid yet genius
enemies, vow to ruin them
i’ll distribute all this shit with a stupid grin
i spit the truth while i’m zooted
zoom in on moods i drift
clue you in on while i bruise my health,
belching the rudest shit
felt the buddha’s bliss while my blues resist
shit, i popped a roxy blue like i removed a zit
pupils crystal balls
predict your fall like futurists
shine bright, i’ll make diamonds dance like fucking future did
while i pant
there’s just a small chance that i’ll ruin this
if you knew i did the shit that i denied
what a wonderful surprise
that just stunts all of my pride
got abundance of assumptions
you’ve managed to keep alive
till the day i die
if i don’t survive
lies penetrate my temple
i could regulate my temper
in december, times were gentle
my potential was dismembered
with a pen, i could press hard up on the template
rigid bars preface my bent fate
chew the truth, harsh as cement taste
while it hardens, i’m tense
stay parched, open like rent space
a good chance i’ll go far
if you give me my ten day
flows like reservoirs, you surf trends
i’ll create the next wave
my bullet points, i’m full of poise
cause of joy that i toy with
hoist potential to the sky
stars that i rejoice in


been awake too long
i might detach baby
been awake too long
i might collapse baby
baby if the days are long
the nights are stacked
baby if the days are long
the nights are stacked (x2)





dammit i’ve been rapping still
unfiltered, no cigar butts
if a hoe is flawless
ill adopt her like i’m daddy warbucks
staggered passion
appetite everlasting, bitch don’t starve us
popping addies like i work for a start up
soon as i start to fuck up the beat
still unique, i could still peak
through the keyholes, by default
i’m just still deemed a fucking creep
i don’t sleep, but i fucking dream
dreams steep, while i suffer deep
the pain seeps through the sheets
bitch, dont wanna hear a peep
count another dozen sheep
dusting off the cupboard
i muster strength through my feats
over beats like a drumstick
overseas
you’re a sunk ship
encompass my conscience circumference
i know love is surface level
but i still could use something
deep in the crevices of my brain
funny how the creases on my sneakers resembles pressure that stains
my mental state commends pleasure in ways
pressed through the days
depression commemorates the days that i waste

been awake too long
i might detach baby
been awake too long
i might collapse baby
baby if the days are long
the nights are stacked
baby if the days are long
the nights are stacked (x2)

SLEEP DEPRIVATION (prod. by netuh & zak ali)

https://soundcloud.com/slothboipapi

Art by: https://www.instagram.com/muskisdead/

Lyrics:

yeah fuck fuck fucked in the head what you want
a fucking competition backstabbed you straight in the throat
your such a cuck cuck cuck, sell your soul for a fuck
Yeah, you gain nothing from this so just leave me alone

im sick to death of being used
cutting me open digging your hands in
so just shut up up stomp my boot on your face
watch the blood splatter teeth scatter all over the place

cus everyday its the same thing,
you wanna crawl in and get to know me
take a good look at my face
why can’t you tell me what you want to see

piss pants get the fuck out of my face
you’re not even worthy for me to give a fuck about your fucking name
take it or leave it, is this what I get
I always come back because im filled with regret

yeah you take me apart in a new way, I know that I know that
you wanna get me fucked on a good day, I feel that I feel that
you wanna spit me out on your ashtray, I hope that I hope that
you just break your legs when you slip away, talk your shit, talk your shit, you’re a joke

$loth:

Hate me
I aint really blame ye
Sloth in the back fucked wit Rivilin we hazy

Fuck it up we crazy
Off a fucking 80
Ask how his day went cuz I know we breaking

Daily

Cracks on our face while we shatter away
Everyone fake but we know we okay
Using us like we disposables mate
So fuck all your pain when we whip out our blades

Hate me
I aint really blame ye
Sloth in the back fucked wit Rivilin we hazy

Fuck it up we crazy
Off a fucking 80
Ask how his day went cuz I know we breaking

Daily

So fuck all you fakes, you been using us, shady
Recognize pain, when we strike we be crazy
Moving away from the fuckers that flaky
Rivilin, Sloth, gunna fuck on ur day g

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