prod. @d9minicc
mixed by @dancinginrainfall, extra original production & extra effects added by him as well

lyrics //
(not quite right) pessimist sent here to lie
with a stripe of malevolence never seen
try again if you attempted to triumph on the bitch
one b to your eye now youre based where the sky is
dont breathe where i sigh in, delete you like virus
complete sequence by the tone, beep faster (decease please)
met her where the red light acts on
that bitch gets me off wrong, i rip the jacker
let my dick spit leviathan til christians ask god
to let me into heaven cause my raps surpass thought
to get ahold of me you light a match on bad stars
and even then im asking you to throw some stacks on (im rich bitch)
levitate, provoke, and pass on
im living as a ghost, evanescing just to dedicate
a day into forgetting where im staying
to inevitably stay inside the station with a mic and rash thoughts
whichever way im headed its a dead end
jack off, return in a september then repeat it for a year again
its easy as a 1 2 30 to see im nearing death
thats why i speed the flow up, cause im feeding you with tears
know you'll never see me lurking, wear my iris on my sleeve
if you see me then im here where i reside
a materialization of your fears, am i here am i there
i dont know what i am meaning when im speaking
am i here, do i hear, do i fear, am i there, am i where, where i am

here i am, staring at the ceiling while comparing to disparage where i am
stripteasing with my weaknesses, the only thing i couldnt resist
its pornography youre watching while you look at me spitting this soft audio
you love it and you shouldnt pretend
i put it on you cause i love it so we're both in this
planning to hear the fall of it, the part of me that's shooting my head
i call it song because who wants to see me do that instead of spitting this slop shit
i call the shots, shoot me the head
i need a cerberus bitch, im a headhunter that's plotting to hunt my own head
you stop me and its 2 to be rest
im on my own, its only me who says my fate is whatever, you do your own shit
im on it and im focused on death
the death of rappers myself included
no need to refute me, know what im doing
so in stupor i'll forget what i said
an endless cycle of saying shit i dont mean and repeating it just to fleet again
a loser with no truth in his head

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Weird Angels

https://www.tumblr.com/chansondereste/765532994106687488?source=share

breadwinner - Untitled

phantasy star online

@wir7oo
@all-the-sauce
@projared

I miss the days when I was let out of work early, when all of my work ran out
I miss the days when we could walk down the street without air raid sirens blaring down
I don't think I can remember
how I felt before that one november
on the fediverse talking to some people about things I didn't understand really
I didn't even watch anime at that point it was all a larp in hindsight it's really silly
and I was still on niu dot moe the next year even though I'm not french I'm from philly
it's all the people that you can't identify that made you the person you are now
well not really because I could still pick it out in a crowd
not that it tries to hide itself
maybe for now but it'll always come back
it'll pop up in a new city with a new attempt
I'll be vigilant this time cuz I really regret the time I lacked
while we're here I need to shoutout the fact that 5 people produced this track
while I'm here I'mma go so hard I can't go back

I miss the days when I was let out of work early, when all of my work ran out
I miss the days when we could walk down the street without air raid sirens blaring down
I miss the days where I could pretend we could make it work and one day we'd all be down
but I don't miss the days you would come to me pretending to look for help

Thanksgiving (prod with wir, qwerty, dj projared, ben)

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halloween clips (w wik n oxonova)

DJ Warhol - Trap Shit 4

i cant relate like we grew up different
niggas be tripping they act like children
broke as a bitch i cant get addicted
coke on my nose and im eskimo kissing
whole crib smell like mold and some piss nigga
i aint got money but i still got the drip nigga
new plug text me on line
i aint got shit but its coming on time
niggas be talking that shit all the time
boy i dont wanna talk wit these niggas online
look 
9 foot bitch like mephala
niggas be tripping bout drama
i got put on by my father
i stick an ounce to the lid not a bother
i was 7 years old trading weed for rollos in the back of the plug crib
put that shit on donna nigga i swear i did  i dont give a fuck about what u think
i got problems bitch can you solve them
talking shit nigga talk up
nigga be talkint that shit 
pull up nigga with the lobster
i got too many niggas on me bitch im growing out my hair like a rasta 
dgaf ab a nigga if im cookin up then its fna be pasta

🏚️ (prod orchead420)

where now

Posted this back in 22, like and share 👌

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kevin