lights n shiny shit (prod.s1nt6n6)

SIGILKORE MIXXX

islurwhenitalk - 🏩🏩🏩(no autotune) (prod. islurwhenitalk)vampjerk

islurwhenitalk - bitch made prod turby

Marvelous Monday Morning Mix 1

bestsongever

zoey

skullfuqer

Cover drawn by stovyyy

Lyrics: 

Who swaggin like dis ?
Gettin money like dis ?
Walked down in dis bitch
Smoking up da whole zip 
Symor yk Im flexin
Bossed up cashin 
Sleeping in class when I’m off da xan
Fucking on hoes and they all frm japan 
Gettin them racks bitch yk Im dat man 
Flippin da pck then I do it again 
Cant compete w me bitch Im too good 
Blow my dick while Im rollin my wood 
Feeling pretty bitch Im feeling good 
Blicky tuck bitch u kno that I would
In da Back flip a pack as I should  
Mixe da xan w da lean I boot up 
Bitch Im top aint no catching up 
Blue lotus swag bitch yk that Im up 
Young hippie boy young hippie slut 
Dig in her pussy then swallow my nut
Chasing da bag I ain’t chasing no slut

bossed up cashin (prod.symor)

2005 steve austin. @fauxf6r #25r3set

You call my name from across the room and act shocked when I don’t turn around,
then whisper to your friend that I’m stuck-up, distant, or too good to hear the sound.
You roll your eyes like I’m choosing silence, like I’m brushing you off on purpose,
when the truth is your words never reached me, never broke the surface.

You speak behind me, beside me, halfway across a crowded space,
then blame my “attitude” when I don’t react the second your voice hits the place.
It’s funny how quickly I become the villain in your little social sphere—
I’m not cold, not rude, not distant…
I just didn’t hear.

If you slowed down, faced me, or cared enough to be clear,
you’d see I’m not avoiding you—
I’m just trying to exist in a world built on what I can’t hear.

I’m not ignoring you, I just didn’t hear,
but you turn my silence into attitude every single year.
You judge my face, my pause, my delay,
like I planned not to answer what you tried to say.
I’m not distant, not heartless, not playing aloof—
I’m navigating chaos you mistake for proof.
I’m not ignoring you—
I just didn’t hear…
but somehow you make my silence the sin you fear.

You get mad when I don’t laugh at the joke you made on the other side of the noise,
like timing is a privilege I can summon on command, like I perform reactions like toys.
You say, “Wow, she didn’t even respond,”
as if I caught a single cue,
as if your words weren’t lost in the ocean
that separates me from you.

Then you label me “antisocial,” “weird,” or “off to herself,”
never once considering the possibility
that it’s your assumptions—
not my deafness—
that put me on that shelf.
You make my misunderstanding a crime,
my silence a flaw,
my delay an insult…
when all I needed
was one moment more,
one simple adjustment,
one ounce of grace that you never saw.

Maybe if you faced me, slowed down, spoke like communication matters,
you’d stop mistaking distance for rudeness
and see the truth beneath the shatters.

I’m not ignoring you, I just didn’t hear,
but you make it a personality trait every time you misinterpret the atmosphere.
I’m not cold, not careless, not choosing to disappear—
I’m living with delays you decided to sneer.
You take my silence personally, like it’s some kind of dare,
but it’s just the distance between your voice
and the volume that isn’t there.
I’m not ignoring you—
I just didn’t hear…
but you turn my confusion into something severe.

Don’t call me rude
for not reacting to a sound I never caught.
Don’t call me distant
when your lips were moving in a place my eyes were not.
Don’t call me cold
because you whispered from the wrong side.
If you want my attention—
face me.
It’s not attitude,
it’s access.
Stop acting surprised.

I’m not ignoring you, I just didn’t hear,
but your assumptions turn every missed word into a spear.
I’m not a problem, not dramatic, not hard to be near—
you’re just offended by a silence
you refused to make clear.
If you want connection,
meet me halfway this year—
I’m not avoiding you…
I just didn’t hear.

I'm Not Ignoring

i kno sum niggaz thatd sell they soul for a bag of chips/crawl *+prod deth+*

i kno sum niggaz thatd sell they soul for a bag of chips/crawl +prod deth+

deth

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