carnival dreams

cabby black - E+E (1985-2004)

a previously abandoned project of songs made between 2020 and 2022
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got etiz in my pocket
rings true, sincere 
ive got a face with no number
whats stopping me from disappearing? 

not now and now or again and again 
you try to pick the pieces up
they fall
they fall apart

not now not then, would you listen to me
i dont have another piece left in me to give to you
my swallowed heart

Swallowed Heart

ⱠɎⱤł₵₴:
_________________
Wₕₐₜ ₐ bₑₐᵤₜᵢfᵤₗ dₐy
Cₗₑₐᵣ bₗᵤₑ ₛₖᵢₑₛ
ₙₒₜ ₐ cₗₒᵤd ᵢₙ ₛᵢgₕₜ
ₜₒ ₚᵢ$ₛ ₒₙ ₒᵤᵣ ₚₐᵣₐdₑ

Wₐₜₑᵣ dₒwₙ ₜₕₑ dᵣₐᵢₙ
Dᵣᵢₚₚᵢₙ' dₒwₙ ₘy fₐcₑ
ₛₒₐₖₑd ₘy ₛₕₒₑₛ ᵣᵢgₕₜ ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ
ᵢ ₘᵢₛₛₑd yₒᵤ ₜₒdₐy
𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡
𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭
𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧'
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭
𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭
𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝟔/𝟏/𝟐𝟒
𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐚
𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟
Gₒₜ ₛₒₘₑ ₜᵢₘₑ ₜₒ ₖᵢₗₗ
'Fₒᵣ ᵢ ₛₑₑ ᵤ ₐgₐᵢₙ
ₗᵢₙₑ ₜₕₑ ₕₒᵤᵣₛ ₒₙ ₜₕₑ wᵢₙdₒw
ₛₕₒₒₜ ₜₕₑₘ ₜᵢₗ ₜₕₑy'ᵣₑ ₛₜᵢₗₗ
𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡
𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭
𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧'
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭
𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤
𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝟔/𝟏/𝟐𝟒
𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐚
𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 $𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟

BloodOnMy$inglet

whitearmor - waterdrops
ethel cain - stranglers

STRANGERS

STRAIGHT HOME

https://youtu.be/oQXxkPYkAYo?si=Gp7cL51MmIOM0jhi

I see you leechin’, creepin’, stuck on my skin,
Parasite energy, you’ll never win,
Stealin’ my rhythm, my words, my face,
But you choke on the truth when you step in my place.
You ain’t flattery, nah, you just fraud,
Copycat spirit tryna play God,
I’m the blueprint, ink that bleeds,
You the knock-off version that nobody needs.
Every move you make got my DNA,
But your echo fades, mine still gon’ stay,
I’m a live wire burnin’, you a weak spark flash,
I build legacies — you just rehash.

Hook (repeat 2x)
Imitation ain’t love, that’s a parasite’s game,
You ain’t flattery, you just ridin’ my name,
Try to feed on my shine, but I cut that cord,
I’m the source, the creator — you a shadow, ignored.
They call it flattery, I call it theft,
Leechin’ on my breath like they ain’t got none left,
Parasite vibes, suckin’ blood from the vein,
Claimin’ my style but can’t mimic the pain.
I built this kingdom brick by brick,
You stole my crown and thought it fit,
But counterfeit kings just rot in the throne,
Your voice ain’t yours, it’s a copy of my tone.
Imitation ain’t love, it’s a vulture disguise,
Circlin’ my skies hopin’ I’ll die,
But I thrive, reborn, with a venomous tongue,
Every word I spit burns holes in your lungs.
You a shadow, a ghost, a reflection that’s weak,
I write the scripture, you bite every piece,
But parasites starve when the host cuts ‘em loose,
And I’m sharpened with truth, I ain’t got nothin’ to lose.
So stop latching on, stop drinkin’ my light,
You ain’t flattery, you a fraud in plain sight,
Identity jackals, creatives they prey,
But I’m the origin — you just a cliché.

BloodOnMy$inglet

Courtney Cole