s/o @c3ll4r !
produced by blckhrt!

lyrics:

so i drift
off
stains on all my clothes cuz of your lip 
gloss
the way you did me got me feelin wish
washed
i came to you with my heart in a zip 
lock
long
lost

key im sure you open up the lock
box
inside my heads a door that i keep blocked
off
behind it theres a monster so i talk 
soft
tell me its a joke!
cant help it so i ha
ha

4 deep chillin smokin za
za
deathstar pack not no sky
walk
friends poppin pills that i think i 
bought
...
i think i 
bought

so i drift
off
stains on all my clothes cuz of your lip 
gloss
the way you did me got me feelin wish
washed
i came to you with my heart in a zip 
lock
long
lost

long lost
its always about u never wat 
i want
i can never say what i mean
jaw locked
please just stay away from me
its my fault

my fault, can't look you in the eyes
stay in my room all day i could cry
i'm crushing pills so i get high
emptiness in my heart so im staring at the sky

staring at the sky w my head in my hands
hole in my heart so i fix w the bands
drifting off in my room so cancel all my plans

so i drift
off
stains on all my clothes cuz of your lip 
gloss
the way you did me got me feelin wish
washed
i came to you with my heart in a zip 
lock
long
lost

key im sure you open up the lock
box
inside my heads a door that i keep blocked
off
behind it theres a monster so i talk 
soft
tell me its a joke!
cant help it so i ha
ha

4 deep chillin smokin za
za
deathstar pack not no sky
walk
friends poppin pills that i think i 
bought
...
i think i 
bought

talk soft... (+blckhrt)

STEEZER CENTURY

produced by rubbish

lyric:

(Ya ya
STEEEZERRRR ya)
I just might hit up the scene 
I’m wit Cindy
Shout out my bros
It was me, Sheen, n Jimmy
I used to wish for ts 
Jus like Timmy 
I never had it, i got it,
It’s litty
Hellcat
Hear the roar of the kitty
It’s Carl Steezer 
N I’m up in your city
Carl Steezer 
Yea my money is cripping 
Big body 
Double cup got me spinning 
(Ohhhh oh ah
Oh ah)
Like who am i kidding?
Big body,
Double cup, always sipping
Got purple stuff 
Inside the cup that I’m kissing
It’s pink runts 
Inside that blunt we been hitting
It’s blue faces 
What my team has been getting
…
…
…
(rubbish!)
…
Blow up n go to da Hellcat 
From a beater
Now we put good gas 
In the meter 
Jimmy pass me the Quagen 
Pour up by the liter 
Aye shawty you bhad 
N i like your demeanor 
Fuck for the one time 
Then delete ‘er
Pop out n it’s all eyes 
Up on Steezer 
All eyes up on Steezer 
Lights, camera,
It’s all eyes up on Steezer

ME, SHEEN, n JIMMY (+rubbishrubbish)

sum i could never get just right, but the msg itself is sum i think is too good to pass up. 
produced by deathinmay
mastered by lucixo

##CDs (+deathinmay)

system failure… (+deathinmay & rubbish)

drake nd josh! (p. blckhrt)

RUN AWAY! (+dead yami)

givenchyLettermen

rickyOwen robes!

Produced, mixed and mastered by Crizzy White

Middle of the road, mediocre
Face down hand playing Poker
Folding everytime like the world didn't know her
I'm folding everytime that she wanna come over
And I don't even know myself now
Take support like a meal somehow
It's something I crave but I'm not proud
Like attention and a whole crowd
I want the love, not the hate but it's so loud
I want the good, not the bad that it comes with
I want the high without a feeling I can't function
I want the time without worrying it's passing
I need the music with a little more passion
Something pull me back in
'Cause it's tragic
This used to be magic, now it's just stress and reactions
I used to be passive, now I'm past it
Pacified, facing all the lies that the tracks give
It used to be fun, one and done type shit
Now it's thirty new mixes on a song, like shit
Used to spend twenty minutes on a song back then
Now it's thirty for a verse just to scrap that bitch
Now it's only getting worse and my brain gon' split
And I still feel the love for the things that I spit
But I'm scared that they don't, makes me hate my shit
Used to get more plays when I didn't make sense
Used to be more loved when I hated myself
Makes me feel like I need to go and change myself
No appeal with the one who been finding his help
I found my career but didn't find myself
Fell off before I even got traction
Tracks 10 out of 10 or I'm scrapping
Looking back 5's all I got in my tracklist
One year later, all my shit sounding trash and
I guess that means I'm moving, improving
They still begging me for my old shit
Back when I could drop a whole tape one moment
Then drop another tape, different style, next weekend
Now I stay tweaking, stressing my opens
DMs unopened, marketing shit tends to fuck my emotions
I don't wanna show my face no more and
Nowadays it's more about the face than the chorus
Motherfuck a chorus
All my shit sounding boring
Too formulaic, leave 'em snoring
I feel like I'm better than I ever been
Started caring 'bout my girl and my friends again
Started feeling more empathy and sympathy
I stopped turning everybody to an enemy
Sad truth is the music started suffering
When I'm happy it just can't be enough for me
And the crowd think the same it's been hunting me
Tunnel vision on a symphony of misery
On a mission of retention it's been killing me
I can barely pay attention to my social feed
So I might leave a friend on read if I'm cooking beats
And I'm scared that when I'm dead they won't be listening
I'm kinda scared that the future is a working life
'Cause I just wanna make my music for the rest of time
I don't wanna stress the bills, cheap thrills, working day jobs
I would rather make my art for the paystubs
Had one hit, "lightsaber" really paid up
But ever since then I can't get another taste of
Success, no less
I'm 22, tryna do my best
Just a guy in his room with a test
Praying music works but it ain't worked yet
Should I place my bet? 

Thinking About the Future

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