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misery loves company (+cokasian)

lyrics:

I don't feel better, but I wanna be
People always label me a wanna be
Parents always talking like the part the sea
I don't feel better, but I wanna be

Try to do better, I'm a wanna be
God I wish could but it's hard to be You
Wanna be tool, but I'm hard to be used
Knowing what to do,
But the feeling unmoved

I don't feel better, but I wanna be
Marcos always told me I'm a wanna be
Parents always talking like the part the sea
Me and Lil Mikey abandoned for the beach

Going through the couch just find the fee
Lil hot ready just to meet the need
Try to do my best, I'm a wanna be
God I'm fucking stressed, I don't wanna be you

Wanna be tool, but I'm hard to be used
Knowing what to do,
But the feeling unmoved

I'll be your person of interest
You say I take miles from inches
I refuse to subscribe to religion
I refuse to align with the system

You
You never cared about me
Where were you
All alone, seventeen

I don't wanna be you
I'm a wanna be
I don't wanna be you
I'm a wanna be
I don't wanna be you
I'm a wanna be
I don't wanna be you
I'm a wanna be
I don't wanna be you
I'm a wanna be
I don't wanna be you
I'm a wanna be
I don't wanna be you
I'm a wanna be
I don't wanna be you
I'm a wanna be

Wanna Be

lyrics:

sue me for all the samples
just wanted someone to listen to me
way to talk without being visible me
and who you see when you look at me not the same
ten toes trippin im victim to every game
admittedly switched up,
when living isn’t enough,
if that wasn’t fucked up,
no pieces for picking up
consider who clean it up ‘for you pull the trigger and tuck
and that fact of that on its own sprout grudges because i’m stuck

im dead wrong
i been it since i jumped on
anxiety eat me up over a phone call
i’m shaking and waking up when the sun isn’t out
can’t remember the last time i tried talking it out
i got old friends,
i used to call my blood
i seen the news about em its twisting inside my gut
might as well be dead how the drugs is eating him up
i don’t wanna see him in person it’s bad enough

i got bottles and cheap distractions bought for comforting me
you not poppin me over instagram you stuck here with me
if you breathing above the dirt and don’t feel lucky to be
then it’s half of me that could feel you but it’s touchy to see
cause its fifty percent of walking on this planet that’s nothing
forty percent on top of that that make you feel something
if part of that make you sick and ninety still didn’t cut it
then it’s ten percent you could love about it made out of money

i’m not the type to talk
unless it’s liquor in me
i’m thanking god for skot
i’m thanking god for beamy
every time that i text him james send it back in a minute
if matt and jack wasn’t with me, ill leave that part omitted
if i ain’t had jay on my team then id be dead already
and kendrick still don’t how much he helped me feel less empty
my dad my biggest fan i love him more than anybody
if i ain’t get you in this verse know that you still my family

OLD FRIENDS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

shadow

THIS SONG WAS ACCIDENTALLY TAKEN DOWN WHILST DELETING SOME PRIVATE TRACKS. PLEASE ENJOY THE REUPLOAD

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Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
Eyes roll in my skull 'til the whites show,
Why does he try so hard?
To find gold in this mangled soul,
Had to buy a pulse for his Styrofoam heart.

The boy is stitching coins to his bare skin,
Run from the huntsman, 
Poised to fall asleep in bearskin,
Fingertips moist thinking if he's worth a person's,
Second-hand price at least.

Wish he would admire me,
Dipped the wound in iodine praises,
Losing faith became piety,
Value seeping like the riots bleed patience.

*you're absolute garbage, bro
absolute garbage
garbage*

Maybe he should staple a couple labels to his face,
Slip the silverware between his shoulder blades to play it safe,
Understand what it's like to hate your own saliva's taste,
Hypocrite,
Picture sinners at the table saying grace,
If he paint "love yourself" as the goal,
He the same one who wants to buckle belts to his throat,
If the works make the man like the pelts make the coat,
better off tryna figure out which organs sell the most,
Yeah the stones and the sticks may have broken a rib,
Or a bone in a limb,
Took a blow to the shins, now he rolling in piss,
Lover rolling a spliff,
Now he choke on the cigarette smoke from a kiss,
Any remnant of penny-worth was thrown in abyss,
Emotions hold with a grip like a boa constricts,
Nigga's toes on they tips,
To get over his issues,
Tissues to $$bills$$, nigga falls when he slips.

Utter worthless words, come up from the stomach to the tongue,
Sudden urge to burn closets full of skeletons,
He's dug up, hung up, fabrics that feel foolish on me,
Charcoal bones but they have jewels for bodies.

I (ft. sal)

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Gao the Arsonist 

Lyrics:
Start the catharsis,
Two types of cartridge,
Strewn across the carpet,
One for, strictly martyring the carcass,
One records the carnage,
Satan shaking hands for the concord,
Grit teeth,
Arson to apartments,
Horsemen hard to harness,
Reigns frayed, discard it,
Connoisseur of, visceral bitterness,
Business isn't getting far,
Mar the skin over arteries with a blunt sword,
What I bought a blunt for?
Satisfied by, liquor, gin and tonic like a 1 chord?
Nah,
Huh,
Watch his body contort,
Back-stabbed,
Lumberjack axe in the lumbar,
Huh,
Ultra-violence and I often consort,
Adrenaline is pumping like the pumps on a dumb whore,
Strutting in a button up, nothing where the sun don't shine,
Nose dive, intercom in a calm sort of way, nigga,

*catharsis*

Matching bars to the face a bizarre fit,
Thinking dark, brain, bathe in a tar pit,
Niggas pulling strings like fingernails is guitar picks,
Flick ash in they gas tank, more than carsick,
Licence revoked,
Vehicle and firearm so,
I try to hide my knife in a coat,
Find and skin the snakes in the grass, 
Writhing like they python and cobra, 
See eye to eye and then don't, fucking bite and then choke,
My vitality closer to cyanide than a,
Covert operative trying bite on his molar,
Suffer jeopardized security like rights of the voter,
Fuck your clique, I diss member I'm a mine to a soldier,
This isn't Gao, bitch, know that you invited in Koja, 
For now, Gao's gone so ya'll say hello to Koja, nigga,
Stole his fucking soul and slung his body over shoulder, 
Need a way to cage my thoughts, 
Just like you frame and older photo, picture,
Still allowed an outlet, nigga mine is just my throat, bitch

Listen i'll give you clues to my pseudonym,
Gout when devouring the values that you rooted in,
Gown with a crucifix so spooky don't get through to him,
Gouge out his eyes to watch the fool shoot at the hooligan,
About the prior riot, it's like my psyche bi partisan,
Clinging to the vile just like a junkie tryna part with xan,
Try direct my thoughts but cortisol incites a modern man's violence, 
Zero guidance, rationale's indictment's surrogate,
Excuse, it's like there's two dudes thinking:
Killer and an arsonist,
Some put glass to lips like it's the mirror of a narcissist,
Some'll slash their wrists and try to whittle down to cartilage,
Filter's built on fractured pillars, sends chills through spines of architects,
Birthed in the suburbs so they claim I'm lacking vertebrae,
Ain't talking tough, I say what my imagination perpetrates,
The urge to wade in blood and murder,
Surges through a person's veins,
They curse the curse imbursement,
Bitch, make sure a nigga curse the day he born.

Catharsis

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Lyrics:
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,

Lips fucking smack lit a gas stove,
Match, coal, candle, heretic,
Everyday I pray I ain't plateau, huh,
Blood on my boots like killer slinking back home, 
Chiropractor try to snatch my spine, I'm missing back bone,
Mouth a piece or gat, piece of gateau, huh,
For me to breath and see the heated asphalt melt,
Tongue too fucking burnt for me to ask for help,
Who gone be the first to judge and cast stones, huh?
Live in a glass house, 
Tool for suicide, I'm the toaster in the bathroom, 
Holes in my motive so I loathe that I'm foreign to the cash flow, nigga
I'm still Horus in the sand dunes,
Poster in a stan's room, r.i.p, tear up and weep,
Say I'm lame, am I paraplegic?
Ain't fuck with me?
Never heard the birds and the bees,
I make seraphims bleed,
Burn the flesh that I tear with my teeth,
Boy is feral so beware of the beast,
If you here in the area leave, 
I made eve pick pears off the tree,
Add an s, delete the pair of the ps,
Like two peas in a pod,
Go sleep and my songs,
Hear the reasons I got why I'm God,
Well it's revealed that I'm not,
What I'm feeling is complex,
Seasoned or not, I'm just one,
Outta all the salt grains in the high seas,
Niggas won't change till they show that they Pisces
Without gold chains and the hoes y'all don't like me,
Gao hold blade to the throat of who claims to be G.O.A.T,
I'm the one who pours poison in the IV,
Drip cowardice from sores from the ivy,
Swallow pride like liquor with the boys without id,
I'm a problem if I blow like ICBM,

Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,

Nigga too cold,
That's double on tundra
Ain't got nothing in 'em like Ramadan hunger,
Niggas get popped like bubblegum blunder,
Like the summer sun, everyone is under me,
Fuck that was a bluff, everyone is on to me, huh,
Skill innate like venom in a mamba,
Blood spilled GA run and gun in Honda,
Like kids dumped in the slums, you a goner,
Cuffed and then stuffed in the trunk,
Motherfucker got they body in the bag,
Tommy gun of a mobster,
Shots fired,
G-A-O,
Starts fires,
He feigned cold bars,
Liar,
Seek payphones, call fire department,
Supplier of arson is me,
I might just buy apartment,
To lay dark and receive head,
Like King Herod on a silver platter,
Blood spill and splatter on the floor,
Flow just might kill vagabond, pneumonia shit,
You know me now bitch,
On my own I'm bonafide,
Fuck all that Bonnie Clyde shit,
Parties form against me, pull up uninvited,
Fuck up my shit, best apologize, cos,
Otherwise,
You get third degree,
Like the other guys,
Who heard of me,
Don't utter my,
Moniker,
I'm connoisseur of blasphemy,
Don't refer to me,
Boy certainly,
My verse's heat went from Earth to Venus,
Words hatched from the ash like the birth of phoenix,
So cold you need tissues then ill burn the Kleenex,
I know furnace speak, huh.

I ain't even know if I believe what I say,
Niggas seem to sew and fucking reap in a day,
Feel like I wanna fold every week,
My scaffolding is weak,
'Posed to hold up my need for embrace,
Wanna let go of the feeling and stay in ignorance,
Stoners roll up the weed in the tray,
I was fooled to believe I was great,
(wait)
Pull the pole and the beam if you debate,

Arson

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Lyrics:
Nah, it ain't syrup in this Styrofoam cup,
Bitch this blood and juice,
Suck 'em dry and chuck 'em in the gutter then I cut 'em loose,
Decide to hide and dissipate like the high that's drug induced,
Only show my face to place amounts that I can take from you,
Tread reckless like some tipsy niggas tryna bust a move,
Eventually bed-ridden, oblivious bitches chugging ruff-
Spiked vodka from the shot glass,
Monocle and top hat for junkies who done sawed half the barrel off,
Carry shells, apparently Darryl tore man's apparel off,
Carousel, chamber spinning, snapping like my ammo off,
Padded cell and straight jacket should tip your alarum off,
Bitches need to listen for the whistle like I'm Pavlov,
Salivary fluid moving through my throat mixed in with crimson,
Had 'em pushing tulip, staining daises dangerously simple,
Draining niggas' bodies, pockets, stopping when I leave you wrinkled,
Back to collect what you don't owe me like illegal rental.

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Two-faced nigga,
Common like the booze taste at the buffet dinner,
Bullshit 'tween his teeth, took the toothpaste with him,
Bitch blue-faced with a mouth full of vape, cigarettes,
Sicker breaths than the fucking cool kids with the problems with they bronchus,
You, sir went and got lost with a compass,
Moral high ground, high tail out of bounds,
Nigga, drown in the sounds of some doomsday rhythms, nigga,
Bombs dropped,
Two-faced?
Nah, my intentions multifaceted,
Bypass yellow tape,
Wind back black, low quality cassette clips,
Cast mind back to my actions,
That's reality, faulty acid trips,
I stole your soul and starved you niggas like the cult he fasted with,

Ostracize opportunists,
Often like knights button tunics,
No shining, speckless armor,
Check the armoire,
Obsessed with garments,
Like daddy's daughter, offer lewd pics,
I'm guilty, kill me,
Lacking proper judiciary/every,
Nigga all for toothpick-sturdy defense,
Leave themselves open to dirty leeches,
Churches preaching,
Serpents, demons,
Chat about Baphomet,
Boy, you've heard 'em, seen 'em,
Watched 'em walk, observed 'em breathing,
Absurd for even,
Considering I'm perfect,
Reason being, I thirst for bleeding, huh,
Reddish predilection, reminiscent of some fanged figures,
Relish every second, heavy weapon when he threatened,
Nigga, 

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Leech

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Lyrics:
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I have business sitting in the hearse,

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

I always strived to die tight-lipped,
Eyelids shut with the clutch of vice grip,
Wise idioms tend to surmise that the iris,
Are windows to the soul,
Only thing I bid to show is that it's frosted with a nice tint,
Fist fights picked in a rage by the courtyard,
Sip my drink in the shade of the orchard,
In-line image isn't straight if its torn apart,
They only mourn a part of me,
Bore a hole in the oracle quick before they know,
Organic portions of the plastic corpse I battled for,
At the door knocks second thoughts, 
They kick it in like hinges rust,
Cinders brushed off when they torch the things that hinder trust,
I twist and run,
Leave the contemplating in the dust,
Gathered on the challenge to go find myself and dig him up,
Don't haul my body bag just zip it up,
Break the teeth,
Bury all my hatches when they in the fucking grave with me

(Coroner's report number: @$%&#**)

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

Name: &$*#@
Age: **
Cause of death: #&@$

Graverobbers

Give the man a round of applause
Villain looking down at the crowd from the watchtower
Bone to pick, we all his hounds, we his dogs
Our lives is sanitized like antiseptic dousing the gauze, now we're
Gathered underneath the banister at dawn
Attendance checked by the feds, if you absent then you brought up
Kneeling, often squealing, make example of you
Strong-armed
We kept in check but even pawn is a euphemism
Preach that freedom's being robbed but, who you kidding
Keep my head down so I don't lose it, yeah I choose to fit in
Petty rebel, I hoard colored fabric, shot of booze is hidden
Tucked between the floorboards 'till muster strength for true resistance
Fantasizing that I'll shoot the ruler, prove I'm different
Recoil at the very thought of punishment like Ruger kicking
Pretend butter knives are murder weapons when I use the kitchen
What if I drew pistol, lose my status as a moving piston
Revolt
Cause some
Results
Bravado
Dissolves
I find my own cowardice revolting

It don't even matter 'cos he sit on the throne, iron fist, silver tongue
All the powers of the pulpit
We ain't citizens, we cultists
Passion was assassinated, listen to the culprit speaking
Cope by indulging in lives of alter egos
No libido here
Sulphur breeds the fear
I'm silent

Applause

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

STAY SLUDGED

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Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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