@sorrow & @no.cape - change our reflection (prod. eric godlow)

Intro:
You fit my most vivid description of a woman that I wanna meet, so I think you should listen.
I never care bout the distance, I’ll travel across some bridges and ridges and divots just to make sure you’re no longer missing.

Chorus:
In my heart.
I know it’s you.
Yea you’re the one.
I know it’s true.
You tell no lies.
I’ve told a few.
We gotta try.
and that’s the truth.

Verse 1:
We’ll lose control of us, it’s imminent.
So I think we could get a little intimate. 
I wanna hear your real intent.
I hope to make a deal as friends.
We peel away our innocence like bandaids on some wounds we feel should heal again.

I know it’s hard to love a poet.
My mind is filled with commotion.
My thoughts go deeper than fallen angels living under oceans.
My thots are getting corrosive.
My brain is slowly eroding.
But all I want you to know is.

Chorus:
In my heart.
I know it’s you.
Yea you’re the one.
I know it’s true.
You tell no lies.
I’ve told a few.
We gotta try.
and that’s the truth.

Verse 2:
I wanna... explore yo body.
We’ll call it an expedition.
Im on the hunt for some treasure.
I’ll never share what I’m given.
I’ve risen a hundred times after getting kicked to the dirt.
I’ve broken bones, got black eyes but.. 
Heartbreak is worse.

I never want you to experience no bad events, not even accidents
Like friends swerving through traffic, while you was stuck in the passenger.
They ask me what I’m doing I tell em im running after her.
And I don’t ever want nobody after you.

@sorrow - heart2heart (prod. 8ROKEBOY)

Intro:
Used to chill up in my treehouse.
High above the clouds, inside a world I couldn’t be found.
I was doing me, all by myself and staying positive.
Fall asleep and wake up, had a dream about accomplishments.
Ima do It all.
As long I can stay committed.
I don’t want a 9-5.
Cuz I’m too high above the city.
Know my mom is getting worried, promised I would make her proud, but...
then they cut my treehouse down.

Verse 1:
Flash forward twenty years.
Group work, twenty peers.
Stuck in grad school.
I’m mad cool, but that don’t matter here.

Had to sacrifice my goals, cuz now I got a family.
No more music, no more lyrics, no more dreams of winning Grammys.
Had to man up for my girl, and drop my plan to change the world.
Cuz they said that ain’t realistic.
Especially for misfits.
Integrity was cut in half.
Sit atop a lonely stump.
Think about what could’ve been.
I can’t go back, but we ain’t done.

Outro:
Cuz I built my son a treehouse.
And made it somewhere he will always be found.
He can be himself. ima cherish his accomplishments.
Got a new role, great man on my father shit.

Ima tell him everything they never let me learn.
And ima teach him how to swim in case the bridges ever burn.
I know that one day, he gon make it and I’ll see him at the top.
Love my family forever, even after time stops.

@sorrow - i miss my treehouse (prod. 8ROKEBOY)

Chorus:
Took a trip to the garden.
Grass wit the trim, kinda looks like a carpet.
I need space, people see me as a target.
But get wit me, and your life is kickstarted.

All this green. You would think we in a forest.
My guest list like a giant, it’s enormous.
Her name's Dorothy. She was never into porridge.
Just white lines.
That she takes in the morning.

Verse 1:
Now it’s 2am.
Hanging out with who again?
Looking for another time to mess up and redo again.
I am getting bored of all the acting that I do instead.
Of telling everybody that I’m sick of being cool.

I guess I’ll write my own ending. That’s it.
Wake up in the morning, left a pill on my mattress.
I can’t look away cuz if I do, then I’m passive.
Ima take it; pray this headache go away then I’m back in.

Between:
I lack enjoyment.
I lack the plaques.
And lack the status that they’ve been anointed.
I lack the passion.
Passing out at three from all the voices.
Crowded rooms.
And bad choices.
Powdered faces.
Loud noises.

I don’t think that ima make it out.
Even tho it’s my house.
Even tho, I know that I could drive away and leave the town.
And take it back, to when I only wanted to be proud.
Of my accomplishments.
But I’m over it.
I’ll just hold it in.

Verse 2:
Forever. And ever and ever.
On another endeavor.
And I’m never indebted.
To nobody, it’s settled.
I used to think I was greater.
I threw my keys on the table.
And told myself that I made it.

Had all the hope in the world.
But that well ran dry.
Put my faith in a girl.
And she said goodbye.
So I stuck to the things.
That would make me fly.
To a whole different place.
Running on my time.

I answer no questions.
No answer is enough.
No plans to be grand.
Like pianos in the mud.
No sand in weird glasses.
No caps with those tassels.
No magic.
No plastic.
No cash.
And no love.

It’s a sad place.
That was kind of unavoidable.
Travel through the void and think that life is so enjoyable.
That’s why we take it all, we’re in need of some comfort.
Gotta walk away and question all the spells that we’re under.

Chorus:
Took a trip to my garden.
Grass wit the trim, kinda looks like a carpet.
I need space, people see me as a target.
But get wit me, and your life is kickstarted.

All this green. You would think we in a forest.
My guest list like a giant, it’s enormous.
Her name's Dorothy. She was never into porridge.
Just white lines.
That she takes in the morning.

@sorrow - trip to the garden (prod. 8ROKEBOY)

@rxseboy x @coldillumination - love you forever (prod. con)

@akumuh - i hate the good life lol (prod. khush)

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produced by prettiboy and skinny atlas

@akumuh - hey! (prod. prettiboi & skinny atlas)

SOLO TIME!

Cold Math is a ledger you can feel in your ribs: tracks where melodic rap carries the hard arithmetic of survival, and blues pours the emotion that numbers can’t hold. The album lives in that split-second math of the street—rent due, phone dead, hunger loud—where every choice has interest and every mistake compounds. Over sirens, neon, and concrete sermons, the hooks arrive like oxygen: not pretty, not polite, but honest enough to keep the chest moving. This is music about being “boxed in, cornered by design,” and still finding a way to stand ten toes down without turning your soul into spare change.

But the “cold” in Cold Math isn’t just the world—it’s the clarity you earn when you stop bargaining with reality. Across these songs, the narrator evolves from counting losses to balancing the ledger: looking around at a pixelated life, owning contradictions, cutting doubt out like a bad wire, and building a ladder out of the void one bar at a time. The blues shows up as bruised tenderness under the grit; the rap shows up as precision and nerve—proof that persistence isn’t flex culture, it’s breathwork. If there’s a thesis here, it’s simple and relentless: not survival of the fittest—just the struggle for existence, and the refusal to be erased.