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https://youtu.be/fgyfiO9lwAk

so many things seem to break
under my feet again
so many things seem to break
under my feet again

i lay my head under the water
to try and breathe in
breathe in everything

i lay my head under the water

20 °C

flowers only bloom in april

shoutout to sasha's dying aka shinechaser aka lil azathoth aka chicago's finest 4 the beats , thank u to saturn's lament for the mix. this was the final song to be completed for the album n it took me no time, which is awesome cause the song i scrapped in favor of this one took me like 4 attempts at re writing it and it just never hit at all lol. so this was clearly the better option. enjoy :P

lyrics//
can't even comprehend right now, damages critical
no room for pensive penmanship, aint no subliminals
when the grave is sayin your name u cannot resist the call
scraping the sink for powder you already did it all
all
oh no, watch the numbers fall
no heaven's gate, bring seven days of fire, fuck em all 
my heart aint but a ball of flesh, been rendered somethin small
so i've been reaching out to empty space and nothin calls
calls
calls back, dont pick up the phone
disconnected from the rest i guess i'm on my own
rippin vessels from my chest, i cut the fuckin flow
so no blood can ever get where its supposed to go
*insert funkmaster flex otis premiere sample*
TRAPPED
20 years old, i would go with the flow of the blow
nose deep in a bag of pills
i was walkin in a world so cold
i'd be lying if i said i wasn't trapped in still
barefoot, runnin laps for real
but if that blood hadn't spilled
it'd still be underneath my belt
metal on my waist like packin steel
i guess i should be thankful
i guess i should be grateful
i guess i should be so relieved 
no demons took these ankles
underneath the land i stand upon
and we still could be angels
and yet i'm not
my rotten flesh is stitched and filled with staples
i feel like killin label management and spillin blood
necrotic, rotten to the core, yall think i give a fuck??
spotify said fund the war machine, these rich boys run amok
my pip boy on my wrist, apocalypse, blot out the sun

IMPROVED BLOOD TEXTURES (prod. Sasha's Dying)

you disgust me

produced by @stairtown
vocal mix @stairtown


highwithme (prod.stairtown)

first song ever thnx 4 Listening ima Keep at it 🫡 

featuring the lovely jozie haze produced by the man himself coni miiura n mixed by my goat youngmindtrip !

lyrics:

If i didnt have the Gang i wldnt Have Shit
posted in the Back thumbin Green like its cabbage (MY CABBAGESSSS)
meliodas u Dnt wnna feel my Wrath bitch
9+10 w the way im So savage
what it Do lil bby im Not Human
go Dumb innit rly Go stupid
dirty hoe ya u rly so putrid
twist a Opp up like He was a Rubiks

me n yo Bitch shot a Movie , lights Camera Action, pistol Packin like im luffy
She like myMelody im so Cutesy
drippin like sum Water ima dragon like Goomy

And i Cant trust U on My Best day  
see thru u like a mfkn xray
If u cant Make it u can Meet me halfway
Verified bi they refer 2 me as Half gay

dick all in her spinal she cld Feel it in her soul
haramaki on my Body all up in the Studio
i Was in the street w Jozie freezin all up in the cold
Now i pass it Off to her like some bitch that we dk

junkWarrior ft. jozie haze prod. coni miiura

cosmastly - spectral | (edit)

 (Version: It's iight) p. Kiddbeatz
"je veux quel-que chose á la magasin s'il vous plaît"
//
cover art: @ambientbirdd

THEY WANNA BE MR. WEST-I WOULD'VE TRIED MR. WEST.

#UNFAIR ((***LIGHTS OFF NIGHTMARE MODE)**! +796

produced. Kiddbeatz photoshoot by lucienne 

im goin maniacal f*****

My Fault I Trusted Mi Snakes.

Brand New Heffuh (Yikes PT 2)

here’s a new song on the first of the year to kick off “survivorseries”, a new non-traditional project from me. gonna be dropping a new song in the series every week that will eventually culminate in a compilation project with some bonus tracks on it x3
this one’s written about a dream i had a couple years ago, enjoy

shoutout @realbirdo on the beat + @youngmindtrip on the mix we’re so up

lyrics//

and the strangest thing is 
i dont feel a thing at all
and these angel wings aint what they seem
im boutta fall
and i feel like gabriel in constantine 
near constantly becoming numb 
to any sound at all

maybe i shouldn’t lay my head down on your shoulder just to rest
“maybe that’d be for the best”, hold that thought, ignore the rest
lines of the white noise cant fill my void, yeah, this hole thats in my chest
still got drive though, like its stolen, that
shit goes, but its a mess

yea im trapped and hopeless
even so, aint lackin focus
older habits all die tragic 
go find where that rabbit hole is

actin soulless, shoutout domas, 
nose is bleedin, yeah its so red
wounds all open, hold me closed and
stitch me back with no emotion

woke up from the strangest thing this morning
i hit your digits, and you didnt pick it up, i heard it ring and then recorded
my lil message, got no rest,
i stretched my angel wings, then sordid
thoughts come cloud me, all around me act like it aint no thing and floor it

dreamed last night of a decked out house
in the mountain woods, in a neck down south
through the bedroom door, on the second floor
its all feathers and gore, gettin fleshed out now

both of my eyes open, i opened the window, let the hawk inside
led a flock of doves to the slaughter and managed not to cry

clicked the door behind me, hearing beaks and talons fly
i heard what it sounds like 
when the falcons cry

those bloodied bodies are probably where my love lies
this is what it sounds like
when the doves die

maybe i shouldn’t lay my head down on your shoulder just to rest
“maybe that’d be for the best”, hold that thought, ignore the rest
lines of that white noise cant fill my void, yeah, this hole thats in my chest
still got drive though, like its stolen, that
shit goes, but its a mess

yea im trapped and hopeless
even so, aint lackin focus
older habits all die tragic 
go find where that rabbit hole is

actin soulless, shoutout domas, 
nose is bleedin, yeah its so red
wounds all open, hold me closed and
stitch me back with no emotion

wrap my bandage, hand is broken
i may vanish in a moment
i can’t manage, i can’t handle things the way that they’ve been goin

still my speakerz knockin’
drummin’ up some bands all by my lonely 
my whole squad got angel wings, you don’t
u cannot be my homie

##ss01 when the doves die ⋆.˚𓅆࿐ prod birdo

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20 °C

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yea.

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