The notes in this song production are immaculate. Great track, quite relatable, thank you🤖❤️‍🩹

Angels Rest

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prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali

lyrics

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone
Who ever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
Bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase more hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

SCATTER BRAINED F*CK

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Prod. Odyssey
Mix: Cohst

Better Lost

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali
lyrics
To be is not the way to be 
I played to keep but came to see I played myself, it’s plain to see 
I played this beat to make these dreams appear complete
I hate the fear, the pain reveres my aim to please 
I can’t compete or draw the line from a to b 
Or draw the line between the things I want and things I need 
It’s hard to be discreet  when everything is bleak 
And every thought that lingers really makes me sink 
Into the muddy waters and I oughta stop this cycle 
Love is vain, unstable like my vitals 
Caught the bug that made me like you, but I am the type to get lost 
As i fight through the fog, in spite of what’s wrong like typos 
Type of psycho to tip the scales 
Balance hype with holy grails of moments that uphold these spells 
The culprit of my loneliness pulls me back like a ponytail 
I slowly scale the hope and pull closer 
None of you know me well enough to ever pry my composure 
Cold blooded, times up, I told ya whether I’ll fail and fall over 
Nail in the coffin until I’m sober 
Writing about the darkness 
Motherfucker, I live it too
Comparing me to rappers I don’t even fucking listen to 
Simple truth is I’m a simple dude
Every verse I birth reveals the shitty truth 
I’m cynical, feel nimble when I’m living off the tempos 
Evolving, soft and gentle 
Exhausting my fucking temper
Do without the self critical pity 
I reached the pinnacle of hell till I felt shitty 
spat frigid lines till all of my demons felt chilly 

i can’t help but to feel
a little suicidal, that’s my baseline 
distorted just like the bass line 
whatever it takes
they said it takes time 
but the truth is brutal
that’s the shit that i heard
through the grape vine (X2)

Shitty ass people bound to flip and turn evil 
I might slip into comatose like I’m sick and on the needle 
But I know that shit is lethal, so I’ll keep my fucking distance 
Wicked prescriptions 
Nicotine, I love when it kicks in 
All these addictions feel like a fucking crucifixion 
Who will even listen to these tunes 
I’ve been conflicted with the rules of my condition
Once I drew blood, I felt distant from my true love 
I won’t give in to the truth of my decisions 

Hook (X2)

Well, I’m thinking everybody got me fucked up 
Till the sticking point, loves been hitting my heart like nunchucks 
Take trails to find truth and trust guts 
Face pale, go to sleep whenever the suns up 
Sun Zu, you dumb fools 
These rough cuts of rigid rhythms are driven to make my blood rush 
If you’re sitting, just listen to what I construct 
Stuck up bitches are picky, so when I’m spitting 
I hope they could shut the fuck up 
I would hate to assume that most critics are truly rude 
This shit sounds like Hooty Hoo meets Judy Blume 
Takes a lot of fucking guts to never give a fuck or fume 
Whether you doubt or prove if I ever could win or lose 
Ever so dense and cruel 
I’ll never defend my views or my tendencies and my dues 
Centipede, I move with a gentle ease 
And refuse to attend to your little rules 
Evident, you’re a lie, I’ll lend a piece of my truth 
Wither away on any given day 
Twitching with the wicked withdrawals the K-Pins gave 
Sticking to the script, dissolved
I can’t be saved, ever since pre-k
Mama told me be safe
Oughta tune you motherfuckers out like T-Pain 
Legit to a tee like the way that I numb pain 
Either that or bleed until my thoughts are fucking blood stained 
Life is so far from the mundane bum days 
I just need a pick me up, fuck your pity
i’m pretty much petty enough to divvy up schemes 
To defeat these evil fucks, leave me alone, I’m in control 
Gleaming, bitch i ball till i fall 
No off season, i off these demons till they dissolve 
Off the wall, I’m stuck 
Sever them all, the rush of letting em know I'm spitting flows 
Till they shut the fuck up 
Off the wall, I’m stuck 
Sever them all, the rush of letting em know I'm spitting flows 
Till they shut the fuck up 

Hook(X2)

THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE

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Reviving The Dark Lord Just To Erase Their Existence

prod me

pour me another, another with supper
get me drunk and stain
the carpet in somebody elses apartment 
i dont know their name

how many times should i tell you everyone that here is the same

their eyes bleed with hunger so pour me another are you entertained?

watch me burn
drive the stake ill fall away

 cuz one day i wont be around
leave me to dream 6 feet under the ground

and maybe ill bloom into something so pretty you wont have a choice but to never forget me i hope that youre proud
of me

my stiches pop out at the seams

so you can sew me back up like a doll 
reconsturcut all the parts of my body that bleed



cuz im just a marrionette 
a vessel cast in flesh
im a carrier of this disease

so fuck me untill i am human again
i would kill fnot to be a machine

 cuz one day i wont be around
leave me to dream 6 feet under the ground

and maybe ill bloom into something so pretty you wont have a choice but to never forget me

stain

MAC DEMARCO

lyrics:
power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums 
drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 

my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur
i pull the blade and carve a path 
for all the spirits walking earth 
look at me and see a god 
who never got what i deserve 
my superstitions cracking portals 
far below is where i lurk 
i don’t try, that shit behind me 
double homis on the verse 
uh 
ay
i get the cake and i move on 
she get it shaking i’m too gone 
but i know she be shaking to whose songs? 
(resurrect)
brought the straps in the back of the u-haul
acrobatic, my tools strong 
it don’t matter, i damage then cool off 
you get bruised, dawg

power socket, make it work
my glock demonic, make it hurt 
don’t try to stop it
murder, murder 
shot him twice, he hit the dirt 
we outta time, but that’s a curse 
i’m lockin jaws and crack a smirk 
i’m flickin ash in colosseums, drop it back
i brought the hearse 
i’m power steering at marinas 
ocean skies and open surf 
.45s don’t get subpoenaed
cock it back and shake the earth 
see my religion gettin digits 
gut a god and go berserk 
my opinion bout your business authorized 
excalibur

terminal velocity (prod. rose)

savage ga$p x kamaara x grim salvo - in your darkest nightmares, you'll see me (￣。￣)～ｚｚｚ

jason dean takes revenge (prod. cyfal + fuego)

the harmony will be harsh, like a toothache, but must at once be relieved, as with cocaine.

prod me unless otherwise stated

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stain

flowr

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