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Dill The Nomad - CarFi (OUT NOW EVERYWHERE!)

Heal through knowledge, true knowledge. Find out what truth means to you.

Lion's Den

"Heal" NP x 1LVD (prod. by Thundaabeats)

Lyrics:
I know, you're just, wanting to leave
The fruit, is so, juicy it's deceit
You see me looking at you, do you see me looking at you 
Uh oh
I know you craving, I know you craving 
Uh oh

Create a world, and declare the two heaven sent
Sense the serpent's tension givin evil reference 
Evidently Eve didn't receive the message sent
If He could press resend, would He even try again?
deepest regret was seeking knowledge over kin,
Eventually Adam claimed Shaggy's preference
I wonder if a prodigy is hanging from a tree?
Cause those that sold to slavery, are all my family
I guess I felt like King Panic, panicking over   Anakins dismantlin mansions filled with 
adolescents
I'm da obi one banishing phantoms,
vanish when handed emotions which force romantics
The antics I display are deep regrets bottled away
Hollow inside to say, mo'hallo to island stays, 
my volatile mind behaves with fire and rage like a cussing Russian chucking a Molotov grenade
Lets hide away
In Mount Sinai, with cyanide in veins, the bane of our existence, no LAN when playin games, or is darkness as Christians
No knights need to be slain, 
My darkest secrets pain to be kept 
hiding in plain
To seek peace with the insane, in reach of demons with brains, releases evil contained
too weak to freely abstain 
Without you in the image I'm just a pictureless frame
I promise not to change with some fame, or even under Ottoman's reign, Autumn automatically leaves the summa my pain
the fall is all I regret as mistake, we all have missed the take, like sleepin in church onna Sunday
The ballas yall call to praise, are arguably all afraid

i guess it wasn't clear, you definitely didn't hear, cause evidence just disappears, if skin don't match da peers
do you regret living in fear to the truth when it appears?
Blessings forever come for the ones that I hold dear
(bridge)
Regretting what I made it,
Life ain't turning out how I want it to be
So where we going from here, can you feel that it's near?
Could all my troubles be lost, do I give in to fear?
do i give in to fear, do i give in to fear?

rolling down a hill, that's my kid some day
I constantly sit and pray that the way I make my pay dont end wit me bein a slave to the system,
I promise full assistance to assistants feeling distant, it's cripplin when your attention isn't attending,
All the pretending never ending, how can I mend it? Bend it like Beckham till it breaks the covenant, David recommended, no weapon erected against, can ever take the place of what's intended, like comma splicing ya sentence, my melanin is DNA
Overplayed like a station on the radio replaying the same,
Song with messages of pursuin only the vain, with no disdain, you prolly thought I would marry Jane?
Times were more the merry when Toby was on the train
And Dunst was needing a save,
Lets marvel at your comical attempts to bein brave
I would regret not sharing this knowledge that I've obtained
Find a wife cause hoes equal strife I suppose, keep sight on the hoes (jose lol) like watchin Mexicans inna fight

No strife, yeah no strife
no luck when you see them low packs 
been through it every time, I been through it every time

Regrets feat. KProcess (Prod. Lucid Soundz)

Lately I've been feelin like a stick in the mud, nobody wanna pick up
Volcanic dreams that I just want to erupt
it faintly seems that my failure is a must
Musterin up my funds, under da Sun, continuing to outrun, hopin I'll catch up from all the troubles that sprung
its hard to move forward when all the days feel like it's one
I've only just begun, but the questioning from
Myself, inner doubt, doubt reaching on the top shelf, in a drought when speaking about self worth
Rain it down, And hope this pain will cleanse the Earth 
no pain and no gain, there's no gain in this game unless you payn, playin wit false praise and claimin' sharin the same, taste for bringin change, but feignin, hoping I'm anxious in givin up my change
Why we gotta pay for promotion?
If you ask me, our generation is bogus
Passin on what's focused, and playing the jokas
Im empty handed, but my cannon is smokin
Radios then overplay em, n poof, they hocus pocus
And ya wonder why these fools can buy a Lotus
The span of all this popular demand, demands the culture, to recommend a Xan to all ya friends to pop as culture
Da canvas is dampened from stamping this damnin understanding of drugs, money, n damage
My dreams are like an island in the ocean, I'm steady coastin, but never floating ashore
I'm constantly chokin n hopin da direction I'm goin is sure, 
on a ship faced wit options, my route is needin more, jump in the boat, turn the oars n chase a score, or, remain in the ship that's sailin to the norm
is it worth tryin achievin all ya dreams when money enter the scene
you will never succeed unless you empty greed, 
The problem with me I bought da deceit,
thinkin the world will even care about my genes,
alter reality in my analogies it seems,
my identity is faltering at the seams
even if my life's a movie, y'all send it to DVD

I can't begin to grasp it, my homies sayin it's hot while other ones sayin trash it 
Instead of uploading I sit back and relax and, 
pray to God I don't become the next wack rapper, "A Rapper" who's riddled wit laughter
forcing ambitions in the casket
Peers actively askin if music is they passion, if the happiness from craftin is maximum, then I'm still the greatest advocate
lately my fans are asking if its fantastic,
but really so (soda) depressed when you just uncap it
Except when I ask it: the question that passes;
building the task of, blatantly sharin all thoughts as facts 
now lackin a passion that's unfathomed, reacting to racket, it's bad admitting (badminton)
ya missin the spittin image cropped with my vision
did I mention the division of my inner mission, bein reflected in da writtens of this composition
Comments lead to me questionin my true position
Am I cynical n paranoid? This pair of noise is sending feelings to void
Assume the praise I coin, are lies that are fake, and made to adorn 
Knowing tomorrow morning will bring more to mourn 
Why am i Like this

Lately at 3PM (Prod. $wedo Beats)

@PeaceCore's own, Dill The Nomad, drops his long awaited mixtape! With sixteen tracks that convey the personal tale most people go through when dropping out of college, pursuing the unknown. We find brash confidence on tracks like "ICON" and "Shots," where the former, Dill has lines like "To confess truth, I spit text through a set of compressed tubes on top a desk in my bedroom" while ending the lulling dizzy of rhymes with a very stark truth about the prison system of America. Quick spells of rhymes and Tyson-esque punchlines aren't the focus point of this tape. The turning point comes after the Interlude and the succeeding track before it. We find the scale of confidence and --frankly played out -- bluster of rap skills completely tipped towards vulnerability and self-reflection. "Fallin' Up" is a smooth ride of pain, riddled with a hopeful message. This project isn't only a display of skills but we get a glimpse of the avant-garde artist. Somehow, through the impactful and sometimes convicting messages, Nomad still delivers with hypnotic melodies and natural cadences over instrumentals made just for him. "Pink Starburst" doesn't even feel like it's a long-winded exhale of bars because of the immersive layers that enamor the listener. This is only the sunrise of Dill The Nomad, and the horizon as he would put it, "is bright and the Earth is *probably* not the shape they say it is."

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“Golden Hour” embodies that comfortable feeling. When you look your best, feel your best, and cherish the moment so much you take a picture and post it “Look at God” lmao.

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