Cheesy

Cheesy (prod. wickedx5)

Nyctophilia

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ABYSSAL ( ж itxmi ж illka )

(LYRICS.)
Got in some drama back in Cobb County.
And to be honest I could see why it was hard to count me.
Into activities, actively losing guidance.
Son of a bastard with the last name of a highness.
Even with these chains on for some reason I’m never binded.
Hers for The Weeknd her love a light that I’m Blinded. 
I need a check, dropped a kit to balance the minuses.
They’ll wipe my nose and just know I’m not talking sinuses.

I lost my mind when Gary Stern had took his last breath.
Moved into Bellingham, almost turned back to Grand Theft.
Auto a weapon, nah this is Autobiography.
Stay with a Ratchet not talking Autobot obviously.
Honestly I don’t know what I’m doing.
I’m moving careless, in New York they had the Metro Boomin.
I hope to God I meet him just so I could say I knew him. 
Not even off the music tip, don’t even show improvement.

(You give me a feeling that I've never felt before.)

I made some beats and for some reason that started a movement.
I juuged the Gateway, juggled Jugger beats for two blue moons and-

(It's becoming something that's impossible to ignore.)

Lemme get it off my plate.
Lemme go and clean my slate.
I played two girls at the same time when I moved outta state.
One of them found out and forced me to tell the truth to the other.
I know my mother would slap the black off her sons face.
Maybe my father would do it and I won’t even blame him.
I’d look them both in the eye and I’d even prolly thank them.

I am not ready, keep my head up gotta keep it pushing.
Sagging my jeans to show my belt knowing nobody’s looking.
I haven’t guarded myself from this world’s evil delusions.
Pervert the word of God, the clean facade boosting confusion.
My former lover was allured by all of its allusions. 

Last month I hung my pads and helmet for the last time.
I gave my cleats to Quinn I told lil bro; "It’s time to shine."
My momma found out and got heated, like I commit crime.
"I figured action of kindness was worth more than a dime."
I find the well-being of others worth way more than mine.
That’s why I troll inside these servers and say: 
"I’m not trying."
Put down my mic and close my laptop and get straight to crying.
Pick that mic back up and press record and get right back to grinding.
What good is all that worth if I stand face to face with my father and if he asks if I’m better I get right back to lying. 
Not unachievable.
Maybe in 5 years I’d prolly done TheUnThinkable.

THE UNTHINKABLE. [PROD. MEEJ.]

MEEJ.

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