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DONE FUCKED UP NOW HUH 2

much like summer as it dwindles through fields of its own heat and collapses into fall, i will slip slowly into sleep much easier as time passes by. 

i still fail to recognize, love or accept myself, but i think i'm coming closer to achieving that goal with each passing moment. 

thank you all; stay radiant. 

radiant

take it back (feat. jay squared) (prod. purpan)

How can you tell if a piece of music is intended to be comedic? Pizzicato strings and a bass clarinet! This piece has it all! Pizzicato strings? Check! Bass clarinet? You bet! Throw in some staccato high winds and you got yourself a great comedic piece! Going out on a date and want to appear more entertaining? Bring a bass clarinet! Bass clarinet players I think also get discounts at T.G.I.Fridays; Double bonus!

March of the Spoons

all star (with lando)

first part produced by @flayvors @smwun, second part produced by me

LYRICS:

coffee in the mornings
afternoons i lay awake
and hope that something's out there
something that can take away
my breaking state of mind
breaking state of hatefulness
it happens all the time
it happens

having coffee in the mornings
afternoons i waste away
and hope that he returns soon
smiling with patient grace
and makes sure that i'm fine
makes sure that my mind is calm
it happens all the time
it happens

it happens, it happens
it happens, it happens

like a plane crash shark bite, i know that the chance is low
but i'll be waiting here until the day that you can stand to go
where i am, 'cause i'm not a patient man
but i could wait forever for another chance to take your hand
and dance in place, break a manic state and start to feel again
drift through space, kiss my bliss away inside a helix spin
wistful hate, self-inclined and self-inflicated lately
i'm no help with livin', dear, i'm just a selfish fucking baby
and that's too real... far too real to ever say it
so i'll rewrite this verse again and strike all the cursive penned
and think of something better, a bit less detrimental
my life is still in beta... my hit-reg existential
for now, at least, i cower in my coward speech
happiness is out of reach whenever you are out of reach
i'd give it all away for just a single hour each
where both of us can come to terms with our off-balance feet
and learn to walk again

bottom of abyss or bottom feeding bottom-barrell staring
old apparel wearing, take the ferry in to bury him
sanitarium i spend my days and my nights quite
often, off it, talking toxic nonsense
common knowledge brought straight to the tables
stray from the fables, play through the cables
so the sound resonates in every nook and every cranny
read the book and popped a xanny every crook i got uncanny
at the last of it, taxing your passages, rapping a masochist
back to the past a bit, adamant savages, mad at him
hold the talisman above my fucking head like a trophy
and hold your head up in the air like a talisman
no battles or second chances around if you tattlin
all these snakes when they rattlin turn to vacancies after it's said and done
no rest for a setting sun, so impressed that you've never done
what you claiming... fuck the game and the statements, i've said enough

peace

IT HAPPENS // DIRT

@aimless-beats

hey, everyone is someone at least a little bit different online
don't be scared to be honest, okay?
love you
<3

LYRICS:
we all got internet personas
internet personas we hide behind
we hide behind

we all got demons deep inside us
demons deep inside us we try to hide
we try to hide

i forgot who it is i truly am long ago
but i'll keep searching for it while i can

i knew a boy who could outline a shape in a second
that's display was eclectic in a way that was second to none
he had a hand than swam like fish in the seas
and a penstroke that'd bring any critic to his knees
it was beautiful, flowing like the blood inside my artieries
he painted hearts as targets and was practicing his archery
mastering the artistry he carried in his chest
until at best it was a godsend, and worst, it was a part of me
'til suddenly... things began to seem different
moods dissipated into blue and grey pigments
but surface-wise his screen names were never inefficient
as a method to communicate that happiness was with him
so a couple thousand people saw a perfectly inoccuous complexion
while i was tryna talk him through depression
the lesson to be learned is that your heros aren't invincible
just normal folks who often need expression, so pause and leave a message...

if you want; they'd probably appreciate it...

...internet personas
internet personas we hide behind
we hide behind

we all got demons deep inside us
demons deep inside that we try to hide
we try to hide

i forgot who it is i truly am long ago
but i'll keep searching for it while i can

i knew a person who could cultivate the words that they aligned
in a way that could coerce a train to fly
a perfect state of mind in which to learn creative rhymes
until their person was emburdened by the verses they designed
and they began to lose their touch...
the little quirks in all their writing became terse and uninviting
and ingesting any lettering they surgeoned into life
instead of being entertainment was inert and just absurd and all the work was fucking tiring
and suddenly... they were writing less and less
in spite of their success they saw no light and second guessed
the creativity they harbored in their heart
there's only so much fucking artwork you can make 'til you forget the way to start
so a couple million people saw some dipping in the frequency
of music while they fought idiosyncracy
that slept as mental illness... and woke as some peculiar train of thought
that masqueraded as a symptom of a hindering deliquency

i hope that all these words have made you think of me

internet personas, internet personas
we all got internet personas, internet personas (x7)

internet personas (prod. aimlessbeats)

internet personas (prod. aimless)

it's never enough </3

lyrics:
i'm prodding around this vacancy
this empty hole you left in me
i thought i'd fill it soon
with someone else's skin and you would too
i'm sorry for you how feel
i know you see that swerve behind the wheel
you see yourself inside the ground
and i know i can't fix you with sound

but i can try

if you'll open up your eyes
and i'll show you the way i dive
into this ocean of dismay
this terrifying grey in which i sleep
and there's no disguise
i just wait for my demise
as it comes towards me
it can't ignore me...

anymore

and i'll keep losing friends
whether it's to death or to the wind
it's such a passing trend
being a breathing and living person
at least it seems that way these days
with how often my loved ones slip away
i'm growing concerned for my safety...

i hope i'm not next
i'm too scared to die
the concept is frightening
but still i can try
and i hope you're not next
i love you too much
everything you say
i use as a crutch

so open up your eyes
and i'll show you the way i dive
into this ocean of dismay
this terrifying grey in which i sleep
i know the void
all my patience is destroyed
when i start panicking again
and start ignoring all my friends

but i hope i'm not next
i'm too scared to die
the concept is frightening
but still i can try
and i hope you're not next
i love you too much
everything you say
is never enough

NEVER ENOUGH

produced by me, featuring great vocals from @smrtdeath

i don't know
where i am
i'm searching for something
to replace your hand and

i don't know
where you went
i just want you back
in my arms again

fix this (feat. smrtdeath)

PRODUCED BY @NOSENTENCES

SHOUTOUT RYAN AKA NO SENTENCES 

GUCCI BELT ON MY FOREHEAD 

GANG

lyrics:
gold on my body, i feel a spartan 
my neck fucking froze like it came from the arctic 
yung shark in the water, i swim for my target 
i bite on your bitch like a wolf in the harvest 
my chain got them rocks like a dig site 
my name on the block like i'm selling 'em too 
and my gang prolly knock in a fist fight 
with that raf on my socks and margelia my shoes 

my life is a movie, you stuck in a rerun 
i'm so far ahead, none these pussies can keep up 
i ball on these hoes at your college like d1 
she suck me so quick i might call it a speedrun 
812 'til i move out... 
keep it 812 'til my friends do, too 
saying, 812 'til the benz out 
fuck it, 812 'til the iced out coupe, i'm gone 

just kidding, i'm back 
had to come through, start shitting on tracks 
selling mad beats, make a living off rap 
but nobody buys yours like digimon packs 
and i know it's to hard to hear, but i been the best (been the best) 
and i got 'em all running like the fitness test (pacer) 
second that they see they chick send a text (send a text) 
balling like reggie back in 2006 (pacers) 

31, 31, flavors... 
i don't give a fuck about your major, man 
i'm bouta hit up la like the lakers 
got some cuties out in cali tryna take my hand

and it's way too fucking easy, y'all just don't believe me 
high school friends gon' call me once i'm on the tv
i don't give a

i don't even pick up, i don't even give 'em cd's 
i don't fuck with y'all, and i ain't signing treaties
i don't give a fuck

DOWNLOAD

IDGAF

produced by @aimless-beats
art by twitter.com/ahahamadork

back at it again

i write inside of the eye of the storm
with a hyphen-divided title that sidles by in the shadows
hyper-drive when you trying to ride beside in the morn
with that iodine on my clothing, i wash it out with the form
no pauses, no breaks, and i don't talk to no fakes no more
they all snakes, no more of that
i could write a gorgeous rap and probably make a quarter sack
but i would rather throw it like a quarterback

motherfuckers hoarded that style, and now they bored of it
i'm bored of y'all, i wish half these cats in my tapestry acted more involved
i wish they'd address me as majesty when i tour the mall
and i wish all the haters that message me could afford it all
it's kinda sad, i don't know what it's like to rhyme that bad
i don't know what it's like to be that kind of mad
i do know what it's like, to sit looking back at the times they had
in passing, but i'm focused on pressing pencil to writing pad aptly

and i don't mean to end abruptly
but i seem to be disgusting all the people here to judge me
and that's lovely, while y'all are obsessing over some painted nails
i'm hopping the safety rails, exiting while the train derails
and this is patience, stale as ever in the passing sense
frail as ever, such a fragile wimp to battle with... yeah
and i don't mean to be a masochist
but after all the shit y'all put me through, i'm kinda glad ya' did

'cause i don't really care for the world these days
the world these days
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves
and everything is dull when the world's such a boring gray
such a boring gray
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves

early graves (prod. aimless)

download <3

i made this whole shit and i'm lit as fuck
shout out my homie shelby for taking the cover photo

bitch my wrist looks like a fucking glacier 
i done killed the game and now it needs a savior 
bring it back to life, i feel like brendan fraser 
never make mistakes, so i don't need erasers 
bitch, you bouta see me take the cup 
better pick them cameras up 
i hope you filming this 
only skill and never luck 
run the game and run amok 
i hope you feeling this 

every color diamond on the chain 
my shit looking like a pride parade 
smoking loud 'til i'm in hyperspace 
i got so much money, think i'm tyra banks 
i got so much money i got tired of banks 
hundred trillion in a giant safe 
couple billion in my hiding place 
(underneath my bed, please don't tell the feds) 

if you touch my paper, then i'm seeing red 
knuckle sandwich on some pita bread 
diamonds snowy, i might need a sled 
yung sleepy hollow, all i need is head 
fuck it, sleep tomorrow, it's a party night 
fuck it, i'm the nicest when i'm on the mic 
fuck it, i ain't never work a 9 to 5 
but i'm on my grind all the fucking time 

yeah... 
and that's true, if you really wanna talk facts 
i don't know why you always gotta talk back 
y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch 
oh, my god... yeah... 
and that's true, if you really wanna talk facts 
i don't know why you always gotta talk back 
y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch 
fuck out my mentions

fuck out my mentions

Friday the 13th gets HEADKICKED in this Creepy Comedic Rap Track. Turn The Speakers UP, and Happy Gaming.

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OH YEAH MR.KRABS

Final Fantasy 7 - Victory Fanfare

Eyy Naruto fanatic. Searching for those Dragon balls. Male. Loves atlas. Almost all tracks are downloadable

[MADE A NAME CHANGE] I always come back. I also upload tracks that no one has put on SoundCloud yet.

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