Child's Play

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Sweets Nanako

[PROD. Ashby]

one of those

didn't expect to feel this good days,
No bills were unpaid My meal was cooked great
I Looked in the mirror, just to leer into my eyes
To my surprise all I had to say was maybe I should shave
I'm unaccustomed to it, the self loves a new one,
For me it's foreign, too performative I'm incongruent 
With the process work to be more fluid to fit the rubric
Some days feel like I'm doing it other days I'm losing
But that's the way it goes isn't it? Gotta take what you're given while aiming straight for the ribbon consistent pace is the ticket and today feels like the finish line, 
Inner mind quiet like a hidden mime, serenity been given life,
Never been a better time to get up, out get some of mine
Days passing by but I grabbed this one to stem the tide
On a hot streak this week maybe I just let it ride,
Isn't flawless but I've always been one to admit to mine
Nobody told me there'd be days like this,
Compared to the rest of my existence, begin to witness
A switch flip a missed sense of kismet, content with position it isn't often I get to lock the engines
An awkward feeling, caught me not pretending,
After all the masks I wore, my bare face feeling the air is sending 
Me into a fever pitch, obscene you get to see this shit
Continuously when I'm like a tourist on an Eden trip
Believing it's a destination I can get a visa,
All I need is a piece of peace, never give the lease up
Never relent release or ease up, til the second my scenes cut, never retreat just hoping I can keep up
Footing uneasy the feelings fleeting, will he
Hit ceiling, or drill into the building remains to be seen
Taking good with the bad, the ratio increasing
1:1d be wonderful, over underachieving its a good day

The Goodest Day

thank me now

Lyrics/Vocals by Doctor.e.PhD
Beat prod by EDI BEats
MHH FF

The Fandango

sushi (prod. JesTer)

[PROD. ESTEPAXBEATS]

Trying to find my way, Ill equipped, skill issue 
I still don't quit, will continue til I'm killed or win
Filling shoes that feel too big, commit to moves give the spins, adrift too far I need a center point to get a grip

I hit the ground running, running my mouth younging 
Knew nothing about nothing fucking around fronting 
Head up in the clouds, now that i've descended on down 
Stunted it's not what I wanted I'm not proud, but get back up and

I'm back in the round going all twelve of them bitches
A hell of a distance enjoy every second that's ticking
Trying to find a purpose, the purse is an extra if given
But Personal fulfillment comes seldom with riches

Self comparison to the predecessors and peers stressing I feel lesser I fear that my career been arrested 
I wrestle with years pressing these pedals to switch gears 
At some point just hearing these lyrics isn't impressive 

Ive hit a wall I've seen so many vault, maybe the fault is mine
left behind trying to climb? Doing somersaults?
Felt above it all but really fell below the water,
Tryna figure out how to work smarter not harder

I barter with a god I mostly don't believe in,
At least the current version, certainly a heathen,
Working for the weekend, worse for wear and weakened,
These words are worth more it irks me when I'm sleeping

It's murky in the deep end, submerged too early surely
Learned to paddle purely out of panic, permanently addled me with worry,
Saddled with these manic thoughts dramatic shots of losing everything I have and starting back with nothing but this pad I got,

This train of thoughts brakes are shot, hoping it makes a stop,
Gotta make my way along, I've been running late a lot
Pretty sure my path shouldn't have these tracks laid across,
But take it as it comes I guess, next one ima make the hop

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