you just smoked me in cs. your music is nice.

@kasimr

happy birthday mom, miss u
sry 4 the wait, much more on the way soon,,

lyrics:

i'm still sorta unsure what happened
still dial mom's number out of habit
call failed
 
week left to do taxes
living room, graveyard, amazon package
old mail
 
same type that stares when i'm outside
late night upstairs on my couch fried
say i don't care much about myself
it's a seperate metric i count by
 
red wine bleed through the grapevine
sip after sip, get sick of the facetime--hello?
i don’t speak like that
need pitch black nails on the decline, stat
 
feelin’ like i wobbled out a wormhole
spent a lot of hours clicking circles
young five digit live from the multi
where violence and snide is compulsory
 
yea yea

call failed (prod. kasim rizvi)

world's end

the midwest is a tar pit
it seems like no one ever really finds a way out
indiana is a tar pit
at this point, i can feel it flowing into my mouth

but i won't die here!
i refuse to!
i won't let it steal my youth

i had one thing
keeping me here
and now she's gone, too

i hope she's resting peacefully
i hope she's having better dreams than me

i dial her number without thinking
in the morning as i turn on the tv

but i don't think she's ever answering
i don't think she's ever answering

'cause the midwest is a tar pit
i miss her more like everyday
indiana is a tar pit
why does it take the things that i love away?

tar pit (demo)

they said it feels just like catharsis
but more short-lived and less concise
i guess it could have been my ego
i couldn’t trust that they were right

my youth walked a fine line: she would etch it afternoons
plan a path around the casket she imagined as her doom 
walked so many fine lines, they wove a web—then a cocoon,
then a sheet set so cozy i could never leave my room

i was ebenezer scrooge in the bad mood phase
skipping class just to bask in the bathroom breaks
the panache everlast like tuck, but the tattoo's fake
all's well that turns bad moods great

i don't believe much in actual fate
it's fun to pretend that there's some magical weight
but i don't put much into actual fate
maybe in the back of my brain... sometimes

they said it feels just like catharsis
but more short-lived and less concise
they said it feels just like catharsis
i couldn’t trust that they were right

they said it feels just like catharsis
they said it feels just like catharsis

4 years since i last had medicine
aside from acetaminophen
new day, same question, "what hell is this?"
half-inch-cracked door, let the devil in often
cracked lid, bottle full of options
i fucking hate feeling nauseous
even pre-quarantine, i was inside all the time
need to exchange my jealousy for pride
 
need change
but don't want to
work on
what i need to
change, it's
hopeless
never honest
 
6 years of an uphill battle
same climb, same drudge, same judgment always
new vices, the cup left hollow
wall stained, same spot, puked blood in the hallway
last night, bed is a mess
last night's drink still fresh on my breath
past lives fills my shoes in my stead
i could swear that's not what i said

need change
but don't want to
work on
what i need to
change, it's
hopeless
never honest

mellow/dramatic

it's the galactic escape room champ, i don't need clues
just seafood, weed, brews and a green room
to boast post-success with fresh plates of cheese cubes
and have my whole life eq'd to the theme tune

like, "drop out those highs, please--
i'm tryna take notes on this papa roach livestream"
should've used earplugs, tinnitus gon bite me
they copy my flow off a stop & go price screen

cuz my shit is straight gas
turn minute maid mix into lemonade fast
while you on my ig tryna instigate shit
with yo face ass

i bump jazz and browse obscure indie titles
still huntin down the cure for boredom
floor covered in thousands' worth of empty vials
don't remember which one's right thoo,,,

galactic escape room any% world record holder

[cheers]

i'm so high i can't feel my face head torso arms legs or feet
i'm so high i can't feel my face chin neck thumb shoulder arm stomach elbow hand finger head thigh

4rd eye FULLY open

steve is quiet

Daishō

RADAR/DX: https://soundcloud.com/voltra/radar-dx

Radar (Radio Detection And Ranging) is a detection system consisting usually of a synchronized radio transmitter and receiver, which emits radio waves and processes their reflections for display, and is used especially for detecting and locating objects, such as aircraft, or surface features, as of a planet.
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HOPE

23 year old artist from Edmonton, AB. Never compromising, a true culmination of his influences.

Daishō

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