expecting this to under preform dw i dropped it in one in the morning and no one knew (jan 2022)
updated 2024

matrix *reloaded

ericdoa - tell that boy (snippet)

argyle [flip]

glaive - three wheels and it still drives! (sped Up)

ericdoa - ill be in your reach i promise (next2me) snippet

anger issues

prod mitsa.

lyrics

scars up on my skin
I hope that she don't notice
I cover up my sin
be quick I'm losing focus
I know you hate me
wish death on me daily
I know you still want me
I know you're obsessing

sores all over me
I don't wanna talk
you make me overthink
I won't show myself
so you won't notice me
in hopes you would forget
so you won't bother me

what's more important?
you just ignore it

I hope I'm dead
maybe they will bury me and it'll end
all these doors surround me 
don't know why I'm seeing red
I'm running out of options
but I know you want me dead

what's more important?
you just ignore it

scars up on my skin
I hope that she don't notice
I cover up my sin
be quick I'm losing focus
i know you hate me
wish death on me daily
I know you still want me
I know you're obsessing

sores

tell me why prod. yada!

BUZZ (my city)

[Verse]

Runnin’ red lights, my mind on nitro,

Thoughts ricochet, they spiral like a cyclone.

Pocket full of dreams, but the seams might blow,

Talkin’ reckless, they fragile as styrofoam.



Dust trails in my rearview, vanish in a flash,

Every word a matchstick, set fire to the stash.

Chasin’ down the tempo, heartbeat too brash,

Future lookin’ distant, but I never crash.



[Chorus]

Speed demons, wheels screamin’, no brakes.

Fast lane, adrenaline, heart aches.

Catch me if you can, shadow in the wake,

Fast life, no rewind, no retake.



[Verse 2]

City nights lit up, neon drip the vibe,

Ghosts in the alleys, but the whip still glide.

Every corner sharper than the pain inside,

Gamble with the seconds, let the dice decide.



Shift gears, the fear disappear in the wind,

Soul heavy as the chain, but I still ascend.

Game on lock, won’t fold, won’t bend,

Story never ends, pen bleeds ‘til the end.



[Bridge]

Hands on the clock spinnin’, tickin’ too slow,

The faster I go, the more it feels hollow.

Rubber burn the pavement, trails I can’t follow,

Chasin’ down a high, just a shadow to swallow.

ericdoa - tell that boy (snippet)

cheese

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