[Lyrics]
I went to Norway just to find that the climate didn’t really suit me
I passed out in the backseat of a jacuzzi, yeah
Fly out, crash land, no nap, instead I stay up
Passed out, was it because of you
Or did I leave my foundation stuck, uh
I guess a combination of both
Where patterns fall out, go 
I mix the goats up, new world
A meter charger, yeah, backpack slow
How he hit me when I’m charged up
No witnesses came back for the dope
So I told him get out of here
I got five minutes till you back in your home
All you motherfuckers talk shit, real slick
Crash out, motherfucker don’t wanna get him gold
I told three men get out of here, you not tripping harder
Yeah, you not with remotes
I recognize these patterns when they happen 
It really took away the magic of processing abjects

I got the hardest shit, the hardest flips
The hardest whips, the hardest dips
The hardest shit, that made the shit
That flipped the shit, that get the shit
That rip the shit, ay
Four minutes later came through
Passed out new bricks on the block
New line, new level tooth
And yet all my words are about you
All my songs are about you
All my pain is about you
Ok, that’s not fair to say, but, hey
You know, I’m fucked up about you
And that’s true

Processing Abjects (prod. Vale-Smith)

[Lyrics]
It’s the same old mistakes always following you
Where you’re off to now, I can’t worry bout you boo, ya, uh, ya
I’m up on the track and I’m calling for you
Are you hearing my words? Cause they’re only meant for you, ya, uh, ya

And I won’t switch implying, I’m so lauded by the light
I can’t take it down a notch, I should’ve lost my life
I can’t fight with you, wanna fuck with you, dirt by the bite
Baby get back of the bike, get back with a light
Get back out of sight, yeah 
I can’t play with you, no right, yeah

I’m needing my distance
I’m craving my distance
Every time I think of you, yeah, I’m feeling my realness
I’m feeling my witness, how you running out
How she ride with me, just to pack it up
You can rap on beats, you can hide it up
I cut out the clean, it was good enough
It was good enough
You made a mistake

Flying away, yeah
I’m flying with you
Why you talking to me, yeah I disrespect you, ya, uh
I can’t be like you
Know you’re riding for me, while you riding for you, yeah
Playing my heart, yeah the strings that you pull, ya, oh
Yeah the strings that you pull
Gotta say she left me again
Pour up, get it whole with you
I got five socks in a load with you
Why did you tell me that you didn’t walk through
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah

It’s a new day
It’s a new day
Got me spilling on my guts onto the track instead
Only thing get me inspired, yeah, is qualitest, hah
If you call that a test
I got a A+, no study, what, wet, mm, I’m too-
I’m too fucked up for the system
I’m too fucked up I can’t mention
I put my name in a hat of hammers, then get off the pavement
If you lauded on my line then I get packing with the Ritalin
If you starting with the boy, he gave you a kidney
He gave you a reason, he gave you a fifty
He gave you some chalk, go climbing, go skipping
He told you a-, uh, he told you get, get
He told you get mixed in, hah, uh, ah

I can’t talk to therapists, but I talk to the track, damn (yeah, yeah)
Give me that dollar back, give me that dollar back, ay
Give me that dollar back, ay, yeah, eh
Dollar back, ya
Baby, he told me he flawless, he flawless
He flawless, he flawless, he flawless, he oo-
What she gon do to me, what she gon do to me
Packing the mall and I’m back on the shrooms
I can not tell you lil boy, either hit me
Or hit me a Ricky or hit me a Boo
Ima get back in your face and I hit you
I hit with a clap and I hit with a boom, uh
On that crank, new, ima hit that iron
How you play with me, shit, yeah, I can’t redefine, yeah
Fuck that, redefine what I’m into in my mind, yeah
Squeezing out shit, new dollars at a time, huh
I passed out getting shit back
Crib new, King, I’m always in my mind
If I don’t break free then I’m weaker than your fines
How could I redefine what it meant to be kinda different in my mind
It’s always gon be Free Palestine

The Last Time I Saw You (prod. Vale-Smith)

[Lyrics]
It brought me back to the beginning, ay
When I was even indifferent towards you
Pass it, it’s mixing
Conscious, it’s vivid
I got DACA, like I’m darker
Like I’m fog to the ceiling

I’m up in the limit, disclose this is making me feel like I’m over the top, hey
Taking me down, and I move in her place, and I’m coming in here like I’m Spock, ay
Why you gon make it hurt, feel on me and I just 
Drop on you, making the dot
If you not over-detected, you came in here pushing, I feel like a knot (ay)
Baby, I’m off of the molly, and I just been floating in here for you 
I just been toking myself, making out
Filling my body with Lucy 
If she want trip on me, baby you know that I get a lil toxic, loosely
I just been feeling your kid, yeah, stomach sick with the loose leaf

It’s a toast to the ones who not here 
Why we celebrate, no it’s not clear
If you not around then you not weird, ay
It’s a toast to the ones who not here, ay
It’s a toast to the ones who not here, ay
It’s a toast to the ones who not here
Yeah, we party victim, but they’re full of fear
But they look at their face, they full of fear 
If you look at their face, they’re full of fear 
Yeah, all the boys, they feeling weird 
These other boys, yeah they feeling weird
If you look in their face, they’re full of fear 
Look in their face, you’re full of fear 
If you look in my face, it’s full of shame
How that bitch did me like that again
I can’t talk to my motherfucking friends
They gon judge me, “how you go back again?” 
And shit
I’d do it again, I see those eyes, she look at me when
But how she gon keep putting me through the ringer, it’s not fair man

New kind of rage, why you playing for me
I got five bad bitches on my wavy little team 
If she acting real crazy, then I pop on a beat
If she act on the limit, then she wildin for me, ah
I’m hotter than all of they top 10’s, ya
DXR, he the goat man, ah
Bout to baaah, I’m the goat man
Bout to baaah, I’m the goat man

A Toast To The Ones Who Not Here (prod. Vale-Smith)

[Lyrics]
Found a new beach on the rocks, yeah, stop for us, eh
Down with me, you feeling yourself for one way
Wonder where you’re going now, feeling so close to you, come play
Pain by the sounds of your voice when you’re up cause you want me
Totally screwed by your pooch when you do, cause you’re all ok
I could name a rose by the touch, when I’m all that you want, me
Told you how to whip, yeah, soda, yeah, whip, yeah, woah bee
Bad new fun, still packed little lunch, yeah it’s lush

Touch me, can you please touch me
Touch me if you want girl
Do it feel so lovely
Then you stab me
Every time I trust you, get me close and then you stab me
It’s too many knifes inside my back, bitch, you can’t stab me
Lovely, lovely, lovely 
Stab me
I’m too wounded now, you can’t even creak it
Get abandoned 
Fuck me, fuck you, fuck me
Can’t land it
Fuck me, fuck
Bae, I’m on another planet

Take, and it’s a road that you won’t take
And it’s a road that you won’t take
Yeah, that’s a road that you won’t take
It’s where the hope fades
I see the scars from the past
Not worth it, but it’s ok
Passed out boy, yeah
Stepwear Huei, yeah, hold ways
Bad gal, lit me, push it
Bad gal, I can’t fuck you
With my Nia Long, yeah
With my Nia Long, yeah
With my Nia Long, yeah
I got my beetles on, yeah
I got my beetles on
Getting freaky with me, yeah
I don’t need it long 

Diamonds on me anyway, ay
These diamonds, she only got one, ay
These diamonds, she only got one, ay
These diamonds, she only got one, ay
I gave her the tree alone, yeah, talk to me
Half with the needle on, yeah, walk through me
I just want the fee alone, yeah, swipe through V
I got what that Leo want, yeah, walk through heat
Growing up to be a clone, yeah, walk through feet
It’s a new IV and so, yeah, I’m too P
Pina colada, oh yeah, pass through weed
Shake it up, a drop or so, yeah, offer me
I flew out to Davos with some boys on your team
She got that tilipia, oh yeah, sloppy feet

Sunkissed Shade (prod. Vale-Smith)

[Lyrics]
Driving me crazy
Driving me crazy
I’m not going back, ay, ay, ay

I can’t be patient
You’re keeping me waiting
I need you now girl
It’s the only way, bitch
I’m taking it easy
By my standards, really
I’m a crazy romantic
Emphasis on the crazy

Put in a bank, I’m going
I was just banging a beat in the nursery
Healing me and I was over
She telling me Ricky and Marni don’t fill her
So I set it up, peel it back right to the layers
I’m claying it back to the K-ers and layers of-, ya
No I don’t rule, gotta accept I’m powerless like Step One tools, uh
Blinding me, you’re blinding me
You’re blinding me, yeah you’re blinding me, uh
I’m talking more than just a dopamine release
I’m talking something deeper, feel it in your-
Bow to my lord, yeah my savior, oh the King
Jesus Christ, feel like Lecrae, lil preach, yuh, hey, uh
With Vale-Smith on the beat, got me crying in the booth
Yeah, these chords they make me weep, ah, yeah, uh
Shoutout to the homies, yeah the real ones 
Held me down since I was just a peep, huh, yeah
Shoutout Erin, Connor, Jimmy, Lizzy, Zach
And all the other motherfuckers here with me, yeah, uh
Jack motherfucking Brown, Vance Hunt and Justin
Yeah, y’all is some kings, huh, yeah
Mark Sears, Mark White, and shit even Mark Ford
Pray for you every night, yeah
Even if we can’t speak cause we both too fucked up
We’re too similar
Over
She tried to take the worst, uh, yeah, Rocha, hey yeah
You’re with nonsense, step back
Told ya, get back, new shit, destined
Over, out, bow, wow

Baked In Blood (prod. Vale-Smith)

[Lyrics]
I saw you look at me the wrong way, I ain’t talking bout the way you thinking
I’m saying you looking at me with them puppy dog eyes, no blinking
And I’m saying I’m not ready, yeah girl I can’t do it to you
Won’t engage cause otherwise ima break your heart, I ain’t new to you
So how it feel when you hear it spelled out so clear
How it feel from the bowels of the undue nears
I’ve been saying the same thing since I came here
But had to spell it out cause you weirdos don’t run ‘round here
Y’all don’t respect cloud rap, trap music, think it’s dumb
You was cruel, see you paint him
Not a fool, I don’t blame it on you
Go ahead, get the other system, yeah
Flee for me, I pick a victim, yeah
Get down, yeah scrap for me
I come through and I plead the victim, huh, yeah
Riding with me in a round, yeah, he taking a killing, uh, yeah
He plotting, that boy so fire, yeah, he move with the rhythm

If it’s blissful, don’t cut her up
If it’s blissful, don’t cut her up
Don’t chop it up, like a sample done by Vale-Smith
When he not with the sauce
So I gotta just scat down, strap down
Packed up, get her packed up, yeah
Run out with a new rhythm, yeah, road rage getting blacked out
Get packed in with a reaper dozen
I’ve been up, and the reaper fronting
I’ve been taking off on her for nothing
How you put me up, it’s not done when

Think that everybody is a prophet
Nobody knows shit, yeah, nadie, nadie
Everybody wanna be the Socrates, but they don’t know bout the body
I’m rapping, I knew that I was, yuh, white Peggy, just tapped in
Real boy, sauced up, loaded, I ain’t capping, boy, uh
Yeah I got me a new wrist, uh
Yeah I got me a new bitch
All them internal battles, I ain’t keeping score
Sorry for my language Ma, yeah, cursed over your head
So I smooth in, with a smooth beat
And a cool hummer, with the hammer on me
This cooler than cool be
Or cool as a cucumber be, ay
But I came through, and I made it out, and I did with you, ya

Come through the cans just to kill it quick
How I fuck a bitch so damn fucking quick
I flip the bitch, I couldn’t even focus
How she talk to me, she gave up that trojan
She gonna talk to me when I’m not voting
She gonna talk to me when I’m not voting
I couldn’t even talk to the girl, yeah it’s golden
I’m on the beat and I’m getting it open
She couldn’t even wax no more
I get it tracked normal, uh
She gonna play for me, uh
It ain’t fear no more
Five hundred faded bitches, yeah
They talking to me when I’m not tapped in
Electric, new rhythm, glossed up, Patrick
Spongebob Squarepants came and he just scored a fucking hat trick, yeah, uh
It’s greased up, yeah, I’m Maverick, ay, yuh
Her Maverick, hey, yeah
I’m Maverick

Atrium (prod. Vale-Smith)

[Lyrics]
Deciphering out all my needs from my wants, ay, get all that I want
I told her I’m not fucking with her no more, uh, she’s not what I want
I need to be treated with some respect, girl, you’re not what I want
Get the fuck out of my face you see me, yeah, you’re not what I want

How can you tell me you love me when you couldn’t even stay round for the fun 
I’m finally making it now, I’m making it right, right out of the mud
I need commitment, need security, and you can’t give me neither 
So it’s fuck you, to the curb, girl, yeah I’ll see you next Easter 

If I could just tap in, and not worry bout what the people gon say
Then I could just make it out, yeah, I could just make my wave
I would be pushing it out, like hundred new tracks in a day
I would be packing the line, average but could switch up today

Deciphering out all my needs from my wants, ay, get all that I want
I told her I’m not fucking with her no more, uh, it’s not what I want
I need to be treated with some respect, girl, you’re not what I want
Get the fuck out of my face you see me, yeah, you’re not what I want

Ay, young Future, yeah she notice me
I was in the back of police
They was asking me some questions 
But I’m really doing no reading 
I’m a mysterious boy, yeah, can’t pop out, not unless I’m heated

I’ll always be grateful

Cause what if they really knew I was dying
What if they really knew I was frying
What if they really knew I wanted to-, uh, ah
What if they really knew
What if they really knew
What if they really knew
What if they really knew
What if they really knew
I was in love with you
Couldn’t take it no more
I wouldn’t blame you
What if they really knew
What if they really knew
And what if they really knew
What if they really knew
And what if they really knew

Not What I Want (prod. Vale-Smith)

[Lyrics]
Ay, ay, ay
I’m all in with you and I’m all for the tool, ay
I’m modeling too
I’m making you feel like it’s all for the rule, ay
I plot a lil too
I’m fixing her up, and I figure the fool

I push monopoly, I keep it swollen
I keep the bank down, I keep it toted
I keep the pistol, I keep it bowling, I keep the beans
I’m over the toxic, I’m over the lean
I’m over the limit, I’m pushing for each
You want it, just watch me, I’m total disease
Ima go past and I push to the East
Flex on a bitch and I push to the East side 
You making it pull, lil pour, it’s coming right out of the woods, ay
I need some ciabatta, I stack it chipotle
You know that it’s good
Based God, get based out, you a face cloud 
I’m up in my head, and I’m over the limit 
I’m pushing it fast, and I’m pushing the limits 
I’m pushing your face, and I’m pushing what’s in it, hey
Back to the kid, and I force it to limits
I force her to back, back of the gimmicks
What she got talking, I push it for lemon
Ay, solicited bad behavior, uh, can’t check what it was, uh
It fucking with me, it fucking with me, get back in my guts

They watching me, uh
They watching me
They got them cameras everywhere they watching me, uh, yeah
They watching you, ah
They watching me, ah
They got them cameras everywhere, they watching me, ah
What is privacy? What is privacy 
My whole generation, we don’t know privacy
We pretend to know it
But between you and me
They’re always watching 
What the fuck is privacy?

I’m on game, yeah, bitch, he not Klein, yea
I was riding on this shit like it was toxic
I was playing with your boy when she was not here
I was on it, no subpoena, güey, Monake
Yeah I flee the hoe, I can’t trust a little hoe
Yeah, ski the hoe, I don’t lust, don’t need a hoe
I was so damn free, that bitch she riding now
I had to get it even 
And now she tweaking now
So I was overheating
My flawless reeking now
So I gave it to baddest people 
Told me it’s a season now
So ima get the reason, got the rejects of the people now
You evened it so even, now it’s making it the credence now
Got 2Pac on the wall, yeah, uh, on the left shoulder
Kanye on the right, yeah
Now that’s a paradox, paradox
What I say about it, it don’t matter dawg, matter dawg
Just because I love him don’t mean I co-sign him dawg, ah, ay
I’m tryna give it all, back to glory, all glory to the one God, ay
Of course I’m talking bout TheYoungGawd
Based God, Lil B, True God, U-God

Cold Visons
Yeah, Vale-Smith you better throw some tags on this shit
I swear to god, I swear to god 
This whole fucking album bro, it needs it
Throw them tags, them samples, we need it, on God

No Privacy (prod. Vale-Smith)

[Lyrics]
I’m gone so berserk that I took off my shirt, ya
Getting dangerous with words, ay
I’m getting dangerous with verbs, uh
I’m using grammar in the wrong way, ya
I’m slurring to curse, uh
I’m sorry that I’m faded when I’m in the booth
Otherwise it won’t work

So hard that I took off my shirt
I popped some molly so this shit would work
I just go too hard, till they even get purpose
Motherfuckers re-evaluate service 
Passion inside of me burning, uh
It taking me back to the purpose, uh
My haters vibes coming back out
And the roots of the evil is counting the surface, uh
I feel like I’m Anakin, bitch, with the Palpatine bitch
And I’m coming to hurt him
Fry man
Hitting the cook in the kitchen
A hook in a whip and a hook in the Bye Man
She not gonna tell me
She flirt with the boy and she get it
I just been feeling real sickly
I’m just gon tell her, “Your Honor
That I couldn’t leave me a witness”
I just get back with the bitches
Baby she wanna just talk to me
I’m gonna tell her to switch it
First I gave the bitch my number
Right away the bitch hit me
I just let her know it’s good
On that molly I’m not tripping
All I really count is digits
I get that molly, I Skip it, uh
She wanna take me, then riddle, uh
I put the back in, I get it, uh
I get her back in a Birkin, uh
Feel like I’m packing her with it, ah
All I really do is count counterfeit bills, it’s anything to pitch in

Ariana Grande pivot
Yeah, ima blow that bitch up, uh
Feel like new Pawny, rile up
Bet I gotta hit that just like I’m tapped in
You know I’ve been rocking that Ritalin
Boy, if you not copping, then hurry, uh
If you not cupping, then hurry, uh
I just wake up in a hurry, uh
I got the alarm clock going off, bitch
I can’t even wake up and it’s dirty, uh
I got the styrofoam going off, bitch
And I couldn’t even cause it’s too early, uh
I got the Demogorgon looking at me, bitch
And it’s fucking up, ride, it’s early
‘014, got the blue suede on my fucking feet, yeah
Hell can wait, yeah, on my fucking feet
Wanna rock with the kid and I couldn’t even be scared of your wrist
Only thing that could ever damage me or fuck with my head was that only one bitch
If she staying out of my life then none of you motherfuckers testing me and it’s quick, yeah, uh
Yeah I’m goated up, can’t talk to me bitch
Yeah I’m goated up, can’t talk to the one
Yeah I’m goated up, can’t talk to the kid
Yeah I’m goated up, can’t talk to me, huh, yeah
Fuck a comment section
Fuck a TV screen
They don’t know DXR, bitch, that’s why they ain’t riding with me
If they knew the vision then maybe they would try to get on the team

Ray Liotta (prod. Vale-Smith)

DXR

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