Success (prod. Masked-man)

THE RAT FEAT JANDHI

WHYS IT GOTTA HURT THIS BAD? I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WOULD STAB MY BACK!

Featuring: @mikogee

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Hurt You Back (Feat. Miko G)

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Thank you to everyone who helped me make this project come to life. There's only more from here

Production credits

1. @samsin111
2. @ntriv
3. @karnavalblues
4. @mannypeace
5. @charliedotrom feat. @toreydean
6. @samsin111
7. @drewsthatdude feat. @toreydean
8. @mt-marcy

Lyrics:

And i just... couldn't stop runnin
Stumble over obstacles
Take it back to my roots
Get togethers and barbecues
Take it back to the pool
Cool weather, tiny umbrellas
I like to think that everyone else tryna make me jealous
Of what they have
So I'ma get it til it can't be got
I saw my shot in front of me, sqaured up, and then the camera stopped 
Watchu doin keep recording this shit
You know there's more to the kid
When the fourth quarter comes in see
I'm, high high
High high
I think you like life when you be dancin cause it's bright outside 
The vibes is right
Fuck it, I'm gettin high tonight
I guess it all depends on what you are inspired by
I go outside to eat my fruit 
And drink a glass orange juice
1 apple
1 orange
It's a beautiful morning too 
Who are you, nobody. .yet
We flew the coop like my car was a jet
Boiieh!
Hi Hi
Hi Hi
She walkin by
Little curtsy and a smile, my
Oh my
These are the fruits of the labor
Off the jump boy you know I'm stayin true to my label
And I am never quite done
Or exactly what i want to be
But i could see the sun in the east and know that I've come to be a better me than yesterday
I said i couldn't hesitate
The sun shines brighter
I swear I've never seen a better day
Wait til tomorrow.

Off The Jump

High  (Prod. by Triv)

eli noir @theeli-noir
Produced by @the-deli
lyrics:
Verse 1: marc
As I'm 
dreaming with my eyes wide open 
Soaring over oceans with these fly rhymes 
Hoping that I get home sober by the night time 
Aint a crime kill time 
Guess I'll mourn in the morning 
Warning, coming through scorching 
Took at look at y'all, must admit that it's a pitiful sight 
Now the bars that I spit emitting visible light 
Inexplicable how he get all the syllables right 
And why the love that I receive is that conditional type ah 
I'm cut open, broken, lost hope and 
brain, stopped working 
words stay unspoken 
every day training
loco, my motives, yeah

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5:32pm ft. Eli Noir (prod. The Deli)

have some spoken word-ish type stuff prod by @aminacuore

word trash:
On this isle of flightlessbirds we see stars
On this rock of grass unturned we hear far
Too far

On this isle of flightless birds i toss and turn and fall from grace to words ive never said or heard. I look up to shattered skies above to see the doves follow my donwards spiral into denial of self love. Thats why in here in the first place im lacking purpose i pace the firmant around copper swans on steel perchments im hurting im turning day by day im still burning yearning for the answer to why im here and all i heard was silence as i shed a single tear.

The isles come in elementals
Born from sentimental instruments of lost practices gone to written stencils. 
I sit and watch the pink water before throw itself farther and longer
Till the waves cant strike any stronger
I watch the iron puffings dance on stones
Covering layers upon layers of catacombs
And let them bury me.

Let the swans peck my eyes
Let the robins have my throat
Let the pigeons have my insides
Let whoever is trapped her next have my coat

Because one day we will join the isles, fade away as a picture of a shining smile on a frame in a house long forgotten. Rotten walls and torn floors with rats eating away at the drapes and the cotton. So let them take you, shelter the birds watch them play through

The pain so insignifigant, through blissful ignorance they have no interest in what our mission in. All that matters now, is youve joined the isles.

So let the ducks have my spine
And the hawks my left ear 
Let the eagle take my sanity
Let the fallen dove, take my fear

On this isle of iron birds we leave behind a message. Those who wander far enough to capture this lesson. Let those who can fear whats kept within. There is no shining end to the winding trench you call life, the bench you take as you set a stake will haunt you with strife. So count your words on one hand and your friends on another. And dont let the iron birds pull you under

Isle Of Iron Birds | prd. Amina Cuore

produced by @saysooo
feature @eunhae
mixed by @wardwills

https://open.spotify.com/track/0st7iBd8nFZDedVQuh6YlC?si=lIu9Chx-Q0i4ScXIPLAPMg

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Your Name (feat. eunhae) (prod. elijah who)

Whoa

Whoa (feat. Yespho & Garrett.)

backstory: https://www.instagram.com/p/B-VP1LzH2ut
LISTEN ON YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/BfDsmBWueRw
LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/track/7vLkv2Rti59rxOXtaFufm8?si=QSu1gDhpRryzsKaFUZ_bnA

My second time on that bridge, I remembered. 
The rail that I leaned my bike against. 
Where I craned my neck over 
and gazed through my reflection. 
Moon sat in the same seat, breeze same direction. 
And I still can't cry. 
I left her stranded at a dive, I dove. 
Pedaling frantic, voices echoing the stories she told. 
Tales of abuse, distrust, vices that bind, and lovers who fold. 
With each turn of these wheels, I author one more. 
Building a home. 
Doomed to be haunted. 
Her resources brittle and my tools exhausted. 
She needed shelter. I needed someone, so I helped her. 
A wish-it-was love, stitched up and severed. 
Maybe this time.
If I well up my eyes,
Stare straight at her truth and my lies...
Bone dry. 
What am I gonna do? 
Every time I said I love her, 
my heart said I still love you.

My first time on that bridge, I was lost. 
Twenty-three hundred miles offtrack. 
Met you on one coast, and flew to the other 
before I could call you back. You called me, 
and lit a fire as bright as a fire 
lit by LCD screens can be. 
Bright enough to lose sleep. 
Eagerness slips to anxiety when focus shifts 
from texting to the silence in between.
No reply so I make up my own. 
Can't love the same over phone. 
I can't hear you, you're breaking up. 
Alone, building a home. 
Twenty-three hundred miles apart. 
Always finish what I start, especially with my heart. 
Loved with a vision too tunnel to listen 
when heartstrings snap from too long of a distance. 
Why can't you be here? 
Why can't I be there? 
Hearing your voice without feeling your breath. 
I want air we can share. 
Instead it's winds as cold as my stare, off of this bridge. 
Strain for a shred of a tear I can shed. 
Bare. I should be sobbing. 
Maybe the fact I can't is a sign. 
How's my body supposed to cry for a heart 
that was only ever in my mind? 
Open to loss if I can't find closure.
My third time on that bridge, 
I rode right over.

bridging [prod. by mr. master]

iwidlysm

Track six of "Make Way For Goodbyes" with @cloudmacx

Produced by: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCn5gNsv_7xx_4o5_yxNJrlQ

Lyrics: https://genius.com/cloud-mac-and-miles-powers-back-on-my-feet-lyrics

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Back On My Feet

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