MIND GAMES

super rich kids!

THREESOME 4: DIRTY SECRETS

PAYBACK

Featuring Täco
Produced by Notorious Nick

Loser

just some scenes i had going in 2021 -- demos -- unfinished -- hardly mixed • harlem farr on all production/instruments/vocals/lyrics •

dream maker

SOME RAPS / 011

this is a joint ep i did w my bro Markus Da Indigod. we really wanted to hit yall w some soulful raps & loops. this was something that we feel is some of our best work. if you would really like to support,stream this as much as possible before it annoys tf out of you lol and also plz cop it off my bandcamp link. we know what are our art is worth and hope yall can appreciate it. 

palac3 bandcamp link // https://foojin.bandcamp.com/album/palac3-ep

follow markus// https://linktr.ee/Markusdaindigod
follow me // https://linktr.ee/foojinwindgod

Buy palac3 ep

sub zer0 [prod. markus da indigod]

Lyrics: 
Can't nobody fuck with me 
I'm that one 
Keep a Mac-10 for your fuckery 
Get you shot 
Wish Mike he could see me now 
Wish Steve he could see me now 

This that come from the ash, born talkin’ to a ghost,
Been steppin heavy, every prayer feel broke.
Silver cross dangle, rust stained on the cloak,
Blessing in the blood on the note that I wrote.

I seen angels with cig burns, demons with a charm,
Hearing God whisper and I fall into his arms
Sins I commit lookin holy in the frame,
And the tears on the floor start to spell out my name.

They said I’m the father now, that title is a curse,
Raisin’ seeds in the soil soured with the dirt 
There's a man up in that mirror that I never had rehearsed,
Gabriel.  halo bent, pen drippin’ verse.

I been sleepin’ with my past like it’s tucked in the sheets,
Dreams smell like gunpowder, Sunday's deceit.
Tryna find peace where the choir won’t reach,
Every hymn sound warped, every sermon off-beat.

Love left early, but the guilt still stayed,
Money stack low, but the pain still paid.
They quote my name like a psalm they fade,
But I've never been no prophet, just a man in the shade.

Father to the flaws, to the sins, to the fear,
Spoke truth to the sky, but the echos unclear.
If I die before I learn what the silence really meant,
Bury me face up, I’ma stare through the cement.

My cross is a chain, not weight,
But know that the heavens need pain to relate.
Every scar that I show feel really holy and late,
Every loss that I take still sharp as my fate.

Gabriel, son, sinner, and a writer, and and ghost,
I been walkin’ through fire tryna speak to the smoke.
Daddy in my head sayin’, “boy, you the hope,”
But I still feel stuck in the sins that I wrote.

Ain’t no crowns for the ones who confess too loud,
Ain’t no mercy in the mirror, just a face too proud.
Still I pray when the night get cruel and proud,
That my name mean peace when they say it out loud.

SOME RAPS / 011

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