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Recorded on my Laptop Microphone for fun.

I move this Saturday, and  "chronic" will continue as soon as I finish acoustic proofing my new room which won't take too long. i'm hoping to finish it as soon as possible. drop date is still 2022.

lyrics:

i don't really give a fuck, what they talking bout
said i don't like paper, prove him wrong right now
bitch i'm counting rolling paper, imma smoke right now
and he not talking money what he talking bout
she said she want me so i kicked her out
back then i had less than hundred on my bank account
you be talking shit but im here what we doing now
and if it's up to me i'll try a hundred ways to make it out

you be talking shit you going through it
im a band man, i phase through the groupies
that hoe tried to fuck on me she thought that i was stupid
i just took his shit now he look stupid

i haven't dropped now they're clueless
i know if they don't copy me then they can't do it
these rappers talking bout their mans gonna shoot it
bitch i shot off his brain now he stupid (x2)

every time i win i catch them losing
yo bitch dont want you she was choosing, but that's just how it go
i was in the field you were snoozing
now they don't fuck with your music, don't count on me lil bro
i was getting bands by my lone
you fucked it up yourself it's like you tried to go broke, i know
if they catch me i'll get life for this phone
methods that i shouldn't have known, i don't know

stupid

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.

twikipedia - factory (demo)

first version, recorded on electric acoustic around September 2023 before I got my telecaster.

hurt (demo)

twikipedia - unreleased 4 (demo)

made this yesterday, facgcd tuning, shitty diy acoustic

red faced, i didn't know that you'd break me like this
build me up, tear me back down this time around
light up fast, hear my name
i'm a match, i can't run from shame, or you stupid games, i still love
i can't turn you on

is it gross to want you to myself?
is it wrong to feel jealous and cheated out of something that we never talked about

i'm used to excuses
i'm not gonna tell you how i feel, i need you to guess
and i'm sorry if you saw me cry
it's a sight to see, it's embarassing
i promise there'll be no more tears coming out of my eyes anymore
can i sleep on your basement floor?

riding on promises, you'll never get what you want
i tried hard, i went sore, somehow you still wanted more

gross (demo)

Lyrics:

I wanna chase, I wanna fall
For anything at all
Yeah i've been squirming back to you
I had it until you figured out
You're the one i talk about
I never thought that we would get this far
More than a thousand words I said
and none of them made sense
Now it'll never be the same
Unlovable but...
Take words out my mouth
Give me poison, take me out
You know I'm still watching you but from afar
You know how it goes
While i'm on my own
My mind wanders to the worst place there is
I held onto hope
Promises unfold
And no matter what i do
I always run back to you
Sick and tired of you figuring me out

I'm sick and tired of you figuring me out (x4)

I broke your glass
This time I knew
You wanted something else
Forget the past
You fucked up too
And i won't tell a soul

I wanna chase, I wanna fall
For anything at all!
Yeah i've been squirming back to you
I had it until you figured out
You're the one i talk about
I never thought that we would get this far

for the rest of your life

figure me out

Lyrics:

I see you get home drunk sometimes
I watched you fight and break a rib
You always yell when you're alone
I watched you lose all of your friends
You try to sit me and tell me what you do and don't regret
There's something you teach me every time
But something you never learn yourself
(I tried to be person, i tried to be somebody else)
(I put on a shirt that won't fit..)
And it hurts but it can't be figured out
(I'll try one more time)
(And leave knowing you'd die for me)
(He has some love) But when i fuck up he counts me out

I'm drawing out the plan
I'm gonna fix you with gasoline
I'm gonna burn what you really love

Open baskets
Fire on cans and dying maggots
I hear the fire crackle loudly
I burnt the house now I'm surrounded
If you're gonna kill me then do it loudly
I see myself in an open casket
I can't turn out like you wanted, sorry
A part of me wants to let you have it
I can't feel bad cause..

There's something you teach me every time
But something you never learn yourself
(I tried to be a person, i tried to be somebody else)
(I put on a shirt that won't fit..)
And it hurts but it can't be figured out
(I'll try one more time)
(And leave knowing you'd die for me)
(He has some love) But when i fuck up he counts me out

learn yourself

Lyrics:
don't ask me how i feel
you know that you're the only one (you're the only one.. aah)

and don't ask me how i feel
about your brand new boy
when you made me cry for mine

and you say i act like someone else
when you don't even know yourself
what, do you think that i'm like this on purpose?

fuck me over, say it's best for us
and take control when you're the only one

i tell you i wanna stay, cause it's what you wanna hear
so what i don't wanna change? what's wrong with staying the same?
you miss when i still ten, way too young to understand
i know you wish you could start over again
so paint the walls get your cardboard boxes
guess i'll just know every part of "someone's" house
door that won't budge ever again
just toss away all your dirty carpets
say i remind you of him another time
and then you won't move ever again

i move boxes around!
i cry in the bus drive!
i cover my face!

(epic synth)

so what i don't wanna change
i like the way that i am
i'll stitch myself a new face
and leave the old one for them
one day i'm gonna be gone
and i'm not saying a word
the cardboard box will be mine
i'm throwing out all those rugs

cardboard boxes

Lyrics:

Say what you mean or don't talk at all
Lie to me again and you'll lose your face
Can I come over to your place?
I'll drive far if it's far away, and i know, i know, i know
I'll write your name when you look away
Show up at the worst time of day
Like you did, like you did, like you did, like you did

A lawnmower ran through my garden
And cut open my favorite flowers, wasted all of my hours
He cut open the door to my house
And cried on my shoulder for help
Said it's not the same around her

(Does she know your secret as well?)
(Does she know you love me still?)

So hide all you want
He called at me four told me one thousand words
Does she let you call her when you drink this much?

There's no need to hide
And I'll let all the plastic plants make up for all of the picture frames I didn't place

Aah aah

Didn't place!

(Steady and easy)
(Hang onto the threads cause you know that you need me)
(Fever dream i see you in the ceiling)
(And if loving you is this fucking hard)
(I'll never love someone again)
(Love again)

garden

Lyrics:
i thought i was everything you are
i know there is only room for one
backing off, holding onto straws
so if you wanna take it
don't make me have to say it
i wish i was
see-through like you
the world is yours
i'm yet another screw

i knew that these new tricks weren't enough
i threw away my rut in a daze
in a chance it'd go my way
i can't keep slipping up in answers
push me out if you claim what's yours

so if you wanna take it
don't you wanna just yell about it?
stick to doing what you know how to do
cause it only happens once..
it only happens twice
watch me turn into sand dissolving
can i be the first one to call you wrong?
how did one look go so far
just look at where we are
just look at where we are... where we are
how did we get so far

room for one

im high and a hypocrite

fuck you

here:

we're all running from something
we do it in different ways
some of my friends chose to smoke
to take opiods and coke
i tried
to be here for a long time
and you took one more pill to cut me off
and i don't wanna be one
to watch as you fade away
i tried to tell you to stop
to hide your fix away
but you said you've done this for a long time
even if you took a thousand pills i'd stay

and i know that i'll never know
even if i say a thousand words
i'll never get it
but know you can't die yet
if i leave and go back home
promise you won't hang up the phone
you know i love you
it's not your turn

running (demo)

found this one of her other twitter accounts
https://soundcloud.com/luckynumber0/comet

key vs. locket (twikipedia) - "Song i threw out"

twikipedia - at once

https://soundcloud.com/csdgreatness/twikipedia-iflas-snippet
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rgVhpvnfmk

twikipedia - think fast (unreleased, leaked, by @freightrains on yt)

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twikipedia - factory (demo)

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