(●´□`) -  01s*

yea its another song 

beat i prod. cxrpse + candy cigarettes
beat ii prod. candy cigarettes

lyrics:

i’m too depressed to title verses in my notes app
when i do i feel shocked that i wrote that
thinkin bout my throat slashed
fuck that, thinkin bout my throat wrapped
take a fuckin jump and then my bones snap
sayin that i’m so whack 
bitch i fuckin known that

tear my ego to shreds 
i see no c notes collect unless i change the pitch
i put myself in danger when i feel the fuckin anger hit 

i’m an artist bitch you just a fuckin plagerist
obsession hit my temple and i hate to mix
i’m turnin fuckin valves wit a karambit that i tested in the field and it been faded bitch

i’m faded bitch 
this shit get fuckin dangerous
listen to my shit it’s like you let a fuckin stranger in
i colored water red and then i went and fuckin painted it

i been suffering
can you feel it?
writin bout weed in every song and now my music a panegyric
i been steering clear a any conversation 

they turn to altercations
i’m fearing observations on my health i let deteriorate
i don’t hear what you say, i don’t feel what you make
i’m hungry bitch i’m clearin the plate
i’m feelin the pain, it’s real in a way that reels me in and peels me away
now i’m spinnin like my wheels when i’m steerin my way into a michigan lake

how the fuck a person get this way
how’d i get this way
how the fuck a person win this race
how’d i get this way

i ain’t even get the take
self doubt jus fuck up my game like hell hounds
drop my shit for free, i know i wouldn’t sell sounds

i stepped into a store and then my chest got tight
i cant rest my eyes, i cant rest my mind
i cant rest at night like fuck

i can't rest my eyes
i can't rest my mind
i can't rest at night (xidk how many times prolly 4)

icantrestatnight. (prod. cxrpse & candy cigarettes)

this beat summarizes what i imagine my memories, hurt, tiredness, and death may sound like. south.vibe's instrumental  perfectly describes how i've been feeling. these r some of my most personal and honest lyrics - i'm pretty nervous abt releasing this 1. i cry almost every time i hear this song bc of how much it means to me and how much of my soul is in this song. i fear judgement but i think people will be able to relate to this and hopefully can grow some understanding of the mental hell that i've been in. i hope u enjoy

lyrics: 
i been thinking bout the flowers on the porch
i been thinking bout the hours on the floor
and how i don’t deserve the carpeting i have now
i started in the background 
i’m ending as a layer i deleted 
and the paper i depleted

i don’t know what i believe in, say a prayer but i ain’t preach it 

i ain’t even  know who i was sayin it to

i wonder where they spread the ashes and i wonder where they makin it to
i been dealin wit a fear a leaving the crib
cause what if when i leave it ion see it again

i can barely breathe when i vent
so i crumble when i reach for the pen
i got a paper cut and i been bleeding regret
i get home and go to sleep when i’m dressed
but my body gonna sleep when i’m dead 
/
i got
dreams of death // and invasive thoughts
scream in my head when it names em off
(like)
please lemme mend when i brake and stop
i been wasting time i should be taking off

i’m a good example of what not to be

i gotta worry bout some property and offerings but i just miss monopoly 
i still own the game it’s just that it won’t be the same because my age went and got to me

"you couldn’t have failed yet, you’re nineteen"
ruin the chance that anybody ever find me

and i ain’t felt this bad since wikihow taught me how to tie a noose
it ain’t my time yet , they never said i’d like the truth
i’m obtuse
i’ve used avoidance as a tactic for some time now
ovals fuckin up my poetry, im bouta get the white out
i used to get the white out but i mean when i write now
deletin everything i write down cause i can’t get it right
right now
but this beat calm me down like showers at four
i been thinkin bout the flowers on the porch
and how time passes
i been thinkin bout the hours in the floor
and how i’m crashin
i don’t deserve the carpeting i love now
ion think i’m ever gonna fuckin come round
i been feelin worse than the come down
i know they
gon forget this song when next year comes round

spotify

hours on/in the floor (prod. south.vibe)

another song

prod @candy-cigarettes
mixed & mastered by @giveuppulp
via @giveupstillhere

(yuh,yuh)

All my new shirts
Turned to sleep shirts
All my new hurt
Turned to weed burnt
All these new words
Make me sleep worse
Took a few turns
And I leave work
(I'm whippin out the lot)

All my new shirts
Turned to sleep shirts
All my new hurt
Turned to weed burnt
All these new words
Make me sleep worse
Took a few turns
And I leave work

I can't even stand up, I can't even stand ya 
I'm standing on my tip toes
Dancing when I kick flows
Panting when I sit, so
I think that Imma plan it till I get dough
I ain't even plan this, I can feel the famine
Panic till I flick bowls
Branches gettin lit whole
Damaged and I'm sick, so I think that I'll be manic till I get slow

Grams in this bowl
I was feeling fresh but I need to feel rest
I was feeling dead but I need the real breath
I was peeling meds but I needed real death
(I'm whippin out the lot, ay)
I was feeling fresh but I need to feel rest, rest
I was feeling dead but I need the real breath, breath
I was peeling meds but I needed real death
(I'm whippin out the lot, ay)

All my new shirts
Turned to sleep shirts
All my new hurt
Turned to weed burnt
All these new words
Make me sleep worse
Took a few turns
And I leave work

All my new shirts
Turned to sleep shirts
All my new hurt
Turned to weed burnt
All these new words
Make me sleep worse
Took a few turns
And I leave work
(I'm whipping out the lot)

id say im losing it but i think i lost it

prod @candy-cigarettes
mixed & mastered by @giveuppulp
via @giveupstillhere


lyrics:
if you got a problem 
don’t bring it up to me
don’t bring it up to me
i jus been on one
don’t bring it up to me
ay
x2

he wanted issues but not gonna follow through
stalkin me, follow me, i ain’t gon follow you
walk to me, pop at me, i ain’t gon stop n move
i’m leavin holes in yo story cus that’s what the hollows do //
he had a hole in his story cus i’m the one robbin you
and my throat hurts, i might make hers hurt more
i hopped out my crib now the earth sore
i shot at they whip just to burn more
if you not my fuckin bitch you not gon touch the kid  //
she said she was ready i up n slid
did it fuckin quick now we fuckin quick
doin somethin sick, enough of it
i’m tryna get buzzin bitch
heard my dead name, hit his upper lip
then i threw him a band aid
i’m gonna snap, i go hard as a xan break
this that crack and the shit can’t wait
im above the ground like a canopy
you goin down if you not wit the family
what i’m about and i do it so candidly
fuck all the sound, i’m around so damage me

if you got a problem 
don’t bring it up to me
don’t bring it up to me
i jus been on one
don’t bring it up to me
don’t bring it up to me
x2

DONT BRING IT UP TO ME

prod @candy-cigarettes
mixed & mastered by @giveuppulp
via @giveupstillhere

lyrics:

think that i’m losing my sanity
smashing my face in the vanity
glass in eyes, got gas in my ride but the tank on e
tho
bite on a cap and it shrank my ego
just playin it’s big as my dick
i get worried as shit and i split up my lip
i commited a murder i skip wit a limp
wit that shit on my hip
he say he fitted he shop at the gap
and i’m lookin like leo decap 
i’m a revenant
run from the cops and i’m revvin it
fuck up the scene and his head get hit
i’m ahead of the curb/curve, i put his head on the curb
take a handful of pills and i been getting hurt
ay, i might go back to the hospital
smokin on pain yeah this chronic so chronic tho
do it again like this shit was my chronicles
i got a, i got a, wait i ain’t got shit tho
fuckin wit me imma turn to a criminal
giving out smoke like it’s complimentary
giving out smoke like a free dispensary
hearing my shit and they complimenting me
i only rap so it compliments the beat
i’m bouta mince the meat, they never get to me
wait never mind 
i read one bad comment it’s sickening
the shit stick to me
fuck it, fuck it, ay
i wanna run away and never come back
stay so cold like a unused blood bag
pull out a piece and i tell him to run that
gimme yo piece or i might have to bust that
gimme yo teeth or i might have to come back
but i never left, i sever heads
shoot at my face and bitch i never bled
shoot at my brains and bitch i’m never dead
his stomach dissilient, shit i’m distilling it
listen to doom and i’m feeling so villainous
i might just get him hit, beat been so intricate
i get the stones and i stone up my innoncence
i get the snow and i broke up my dividends
when i get on bitch you ain’t gettin shit again
you won’t get a grave, nobody would visit it
thinkin you safe till i come to kill this shit

i’m introverted so i lit and burnt it 
blurtin out words till i’m in the furnace
i’m introverted so i flip and work it
workin out hurt so i been deserved it
x2

SUSPENSE SCENES ++candy cigs

yep

prod @candy-cigarettes
mixed & mastered by @giveuppulp
via @giveupstillhere

lyrics:
(tts: ive been going thru it so i vent on these beats and i talk my shit)
i been droppin every two weeks
waiting on a new me
prayin for a new leaf like i was outta bud
and i ain’t dry so i aint countin up
he said he wanna fight but he ain’t bout the blood (he ain’t bout the blood)
it was runnin so his mouth get cut (cut up)
i took a few teeth and i shout the sum (13)
stayin inside and i ain’t bout the sun (fuck vitamin d)
i’m like my gas i get loud as fuck (loud pack)
and when i’m fuckin the linen stained
i tell a bitch she don’t get to stay
she wanna talk but i’m hittin stains
i’m wit the paint like lead 
and wit the lead like paint
imma spread my wave so they get my pain
i keep a knife i don’t know why you pressing me
i keep a nine i don’t know why you testing me
i’m bouta shine why you think that you besting me
treatin my beats like a crab wit the recipe
fuck up my day then you turn to my enemy
why in the fuck do you think that you shit to me
why in fuck do you think that you more than a bitch to me
talk all that shit why the fuck they still into me
run outta breath why the fuck they still into me

//switch

i got some shit that i won’t even share with my therapist
look in my head and i been fuckin scared of it
i don’t know if i’m an atheist
i don’t know if i’m a crazy bitch
but i think about sleep and i think about death
how maybe when i’m dead i can finally get rest
i want some rest
i want some rest

i got some shit that i don’t even share wit my therapist
look at my meds and i been fuckin scared of it
i think that i’m an atheist
i think that i’m a crazy bitch
but i think about me and i think about pens
how maybe when i’m dead i can finally get rest
i want some rest
i want some rest

unsatisfied // i want some rest (prod. candy cigs)

shit

lyrics:

i don’t wanna fuck with you bitches you been on the same shit
fucked up his head and now he need a face lift
doin it better you can’t even face it
i could get better but bitch i jus hate shit
scoped out his crib and now i’m gonna break in
i’m pullin up and i ain’t gon be late bitch
shit that i’m doin they callin it heinous
bitch im like marble cus fuck i been faded

time for a flow change
pick up the dope ay
ain’t doing blow ay
you jus a hoe ay
you makin no change
think that it’s so strange
leavin wit no brains
i’m getting no breaks
she in my dms now i’m in her throat ay
she said they real but i know that they so fake
huh
she give me head like a bounty
i came in her eye and now shawty so pouty 
you talkin bout favorites n you better count me
i moved out my county and got fuckin cloudy
i jus took a addy now i’m fuckin rowdy
i’m bakin the gas in a brownie
i’m baked off the gas but i’m frowning
i would shocked if you were to hit
i’m fuckin bundy the way that i’m murderous
i make a beat and i murder it
i still been trapped in the further bitch
got new addictions it’s fuck new prescriptions
bitch i did my best but this shit jus been shit bitch 
they told me i’m gifted the way that i mix it
like drugs at function i think that i’m sickened
i took like a few and so bitch i been spinnin
ok
i don’t give a shit if you bitches gon listen
cause i’m dropping shit and i’m causing the friction
i never been winning
i put on a rubber to rap/wrap cus my ass isn’t kiddin
i take out a blunt like the knife isn’t sharp
then i take out a knife it go right in yo heart
and i cut up my wrist cus i’m nice wit the art

RUBBER!!! (prod. candy cigs)

prod @candy-cigarettes
mixed & mastered by @giveuppulp
via @giveupstillhere

lyrics:

i’m laying back in bed again
i wonder where i went again
i been a threat
but only to myself //
i’m praying that i’m dead again
i wonder why my head’ll spin
i been a threat
but only to myself
(x2)

i’m doing my best, i swear i’m doing my best
i’m grippin loose on a pen
i gotta move into rest
but i don’t wanna see this movie again 
i seen this scene like way too many fuckin times
i seem to see that all i do is run and hide
im bleeding deep it’s fucking fine //
yo what the fuck is motivation
i done lost it, no mistaking
i been waking up the latest
i been looking for a mood that’s golden plated
but i’m stuck wit all this greyness
fuck being famous
i want a few fans and income
a few bands to get drugs and pay my rent
im workin hard but i pray i’m next
im burnin tar wit the way i vent
// i cant do it like i used to //
i’m either writing or i’m not
i’m typing this in the garage
i fight and kick but i forgot
i wipe my tears away and fear the day i’m outta the facade

i’m laying back in bed again
i wonder where i went again
i been a threat
but only to myself //
i’m praying that i’m dead again
i wonder why my head’ll spin
i been a threat
but only to myself
(x2)

back in bed

hyperpulp
lyrics:

you a pussy i don’t think you want the smoke tho
pistol poppin imma make you fuckin choke ho
pistol turn his ass into a motherfuckin broke ho
you just a joke and imma laugh like oh no
oh no
x2

goin round in circles and i’m fuckin up my mental health
i wanna just be sober but i’m stuck up in a mental hell
i want it to be over but i’m stuck up in a metal well
the water fuckin cold and i can tell i’m getting worse
somebody get a nurse 
cause i cant find the words
and my mind been cursed so i type this verse
my eyes get burnt when i light this hearse
the same one yo body’s in i think i’m bouta body shit

you a pussy i don’t think you want the smoke tho
pistol poppin imma make you fuckin choke ho
pistol turn his ass into a motherfuckin broke ho
you just a joke and imma laugh like oh no
x3

OH NO ++johnnyfriend

recorded in 2020
prod. mike will made it ++ tay keith
mixed n mastered by me c:
art by me
*sry the lyrics were too long for the soundcloud description*

GO STUPID RMX

produced by b young
written, recorded, mixed, & mastered by @giveuppulp at the GIVE UP STILL HERE LLC studio in minneapolis, mn
via @giveupstillhere

how u leave the city? (p. b young)

produced by @plastic_islands
recorded in my car (while i was driving)
mixed & mastered at the @giveupstillhere minneapolis studio

CASHAPP FREESTYLE (p. plastic islands)

produced by candy cigarettes
written, performed, mixed, & mastered by giveuppulp
@giveupstillhere LLC 2023

COVEN (prod. candy cigarettes)

DISAPPEARING ACT

i spent so much time on this stupid song

lyrics:
i don’t take a chance i keep a glock up on my shelf
i don’t give a shit about no one except myself
i won’t give a shit until i’m melting up in hell
said that im a bitch, i didn’t know tht u could tell

why am i always sad on songs wit pretty fuckin samples
smile right in your face but im in pretty fuckin shambles
x2

i’m
at my crib and i been crate diggin
i 
mix a benzo wit a painkiller
i
down it with this vodka but i say that hate sippin
i’m think i’m gonna die baby u know that i ain’t trippin

im a psych ward bad bitch, i might store habits
i like more acid, like the whole damn package
hi, my name’s pulp and i’m a goddamn addict
vhs screen cus i just love static

this the truman show i think that everybody actin
when u don’t want it, it seem like everybody askin
i been back at it, i cut the track & they ain’t laughing
panic attack wit my bitch, im crashin into traffic

and it’s typical, ain’t it
i need residual payment
take the stick & i aim it
when all these bitches complainin 
take the stick & i place it
right on the shelf & i hate it

i don’t take a chance i keep a glock up on my shelf
i don’t give a shit about no one except myself
i won’t give a shit until i’m melting up in hell
said that im a bitch, i didn’t know tht u could tell

why am i always sad on songs wit pretty fuckin samples
smile right in your face but im in pretty fuckin shambles
x2

disarray 
on my stage
missed my flight
broke my tape
broke my nose
fold my clothes
cut my cape
disarray

PRETTY FUCKIN SHAMBLES (prod. candy cigs)

prod butcher the name
intro & outro voice memos from @dollarstorecollogne
written, recorded, mixed, & mastered by yours truly
lyrics:
hands tats first baby lookin like a red flag
talking all that shit we walkin in he get his chest tagged
npc in every street i feel it when my head lags
hit the bitch forget i cut her off like she the price tag
x2
bands all on the floor i let em sit 
huh huh huh
think im runnin right into the mist
huh huh huh
renovate it how i a break a brick
huh huh huh
told me i aint makin any sense
huh huh huh
aint it funny when u hear some shit u don’t know?
askin 4 a picture, u get shot like its the photo
tappin in in 23 i think they got the fomo
xannied while i hit it yea i fuck that bitch in slo-mo

hands tats first baby lookin like a red flag
talking all that shit we walking in he get his chest tagged
npc in every street i feel it when my head lags
hit the bitch forget i cut her off like she the price tag
x2

RED FLAG (prod. butcher the name)

TALK TO ME

MORPHINE (PROD. CANDY CIGS)

this song sonically captures where i've been at mentally for the past few months. very personal. love u all.
produced by @candy-cigarettes
mixed, mastered, written, & recorded by yours truly
cover art shot by @dollarstorecologne

lyrics:
stay inside my room, i never come back
i ain’t wanna talk, homie, fuck that
"why u never chillin wit the drug rap?"
cus im really livin where the drugs at
x2

i can hear the world behind my shoulder, never cave in
100 on the dash, i put a hunnid on her ass, i’m bouta lane switch  
addy got me runnin laps, xanny got me patient
off too many drugs to ever try n pick a favorite
passed out on the curb so u can try to call my agent 
blood still on the pavement, blood get on the cadence
closet full of fits, a skeleton inside my basement
used to play the doctor but i turned into the patient //

bad bitches all around me, got my eyes wide shut
i be waking up at 5 so i can light my blunt
every time i get the bag u know my eyes light up
takin molly til my spine lines up
im pullin up u know that i might stunt
bitch is dancin but she don’t like ones
bitches manic so i don’t try love 
in vip i keep my hands onna wall
imma answer to my bitch but ion answer to yall 
like ayy
i go outside like once a week, like ayy
i ain’t been seen up in the scene like hey
fuck bout a team, i pop a bean, like ayy
back in the street, i need to leave like hey

stay inside my room, i never come back
i ain’t wanna talk, homie, fuck that
"why u never chillin wit the drug rap?"
cus im really livin where the drugs at
x2

EYES WIDE SHUT (prod. candy cigarettes)

produced by @0fakefriend
written, recorded, mixed, & mastered by yours truly
via @giveupstillhere

lyrics: 

every day i been locked in, doin this shit till im locked up
i feel like John Wick, incendiary the shotgun
choppa gon pop shit, choppa gon chop sum
i got him shot from the back so he got fucked
i hit yo bitch and her bitch inna hot tub
wish and u wish but lil bitch u is not us
drip on the fit, this ain’t out, this a mockup

ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
stick it’s on me and i feel like im Rambo
pistol on me and i feel like im Django
pistol on me and i feel like im Rango
woah
im movin elusive 
if he got a ego im bouta reduce it
i fuck onna beat but i gotta seduce it
i murder whoever the fuck gon produce it
okay
get off a track, you don’t know what ur doin
they study my shit then they painfully do it
he 60 percent made of water 
i might fuck around turn that 40 to fluid
okay
i fuck yo bitch so the bar too real
she in my movie that bitch in my reel
they wanna shoot me im grippin the steel
they bouta lose me i trip onna pill

every day i been locked in
doin this shit till im locked up
i feel like John Wick, incendiary the shotgun
choppa gon pop shit, choppa gon chop sum
i got him shot from the back so he got fucked
i hit yo bitch and her bitch inna hot tub
wish and u wish but lil bitch u is not us
drip on the fit, this ain’t out, this a mockup

pussy so good i’m monogamous 
so many bands that i gotta get
i got the mask like anonymous 
so when i pull up on yall it been feelin too ominous, uh
bitch, please
im on the block and im shifty
i turn the block into minced meat
fuckin that bitch aint no strip tease 
i fuck her man he ain’t kiss me
im bouta finish then mix beats
im onna screen like a twitch stream
alla this money is sickening
i hit it once n she miss me
they playin my shit in them places i cannot pronounce
we be smokin yo homie then smokin a ounce
if he talkin bout me he get hit in the mouth
u can see me outside we can see what u bout

every day i been locked in
doin this shit till im locked up
i feel like John Wick, incendiary the shotgun
choppa gon pop shit, choppa gon chop sum
i got him shot from the back so he got fucked
i hit yo bitch and her bitch inna hot tub
wish and u wish but lil bitch u is not us
drip on the fit, this ain’t out, this a mock up

MOCKUP (prod. fakefriend)

produced by @candy-cigarettes
written, recorded, performed, arranged, mixed, & mastered by yours truly
via @giveupstillhere
lyrics:

losing my mind it’s okay cus i’m makin a bag
losin my mind it’s okay cus im makin a bag 
losin my mind it’s okay cus im makin it work
losin my mind it’s okay cus im makin it work

money all up on my palms, huh
i turn my face to a painting and everyone mad that my blood on my wall, huh
don’t give a fuck bout the cost, huh
i think the point of my life it get lost every time i ain’t droppin a song, huh
i got my bitch at the crib n she hate me until i be takin it off, huh 
got way too high from the pipe, it’s ironic, cus she bouta hit like the bong, huh 
i feel like im fuckin up in the convo, i’m workin on righting my wrongs, huh 
all my emotion get poured into words when im workin on typin my songs, huh
know i don’t pick up the phone let it go to the tone when u tryina call, huh

losing my mind it’s okay cus i’m makin a bag
losin my mind it’s okay cus im makin a bag 
losin my mind it’s okay cus im makin it work
losin my mind it’s okay cus im makin it work

i feel like a building that u had deserted
i can’t make a friend cus im too introverted 
i been goin up n i know i deserve it
but all of them mf numbers they makin me nervous, huh
nervous, huh
that bih, she makin me nervous, huh
on the wrong side n im swervin, huh
fuck in the whip wit the curtains, huh
curtains, huh, curtains, huh
stay in my bed wit the curtains closed
cope wit the cold wit a burnin nose
don’t want my momma to worry, though
im bouta die don’t want her to know

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i am doing so well (prod. candy cigarettes)

prod. candy cigarettes
flip of "baby, we'll be fine" by the national
*
©Ⓟ GIVE UP STILL HERE LLC

baby, we'll be fine (prod. candy cigarettes)

visual hosted by @grooverelly : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18NLhHfTQCg&feature=youtu.be
“sulking in my trunk“ [01:58]
performed by pulp
mixed + mastered by pulp
produced by candy cigarettes
artwork by pulp & aves
2020 * all rights reserved
©Ⓟ GIVE UP STILL HERE LLC

sulking in my trunk (prod. candy cigarettes)

on spotify!!

i can't smoke in the gallery (prod. candy cigarettes)

“i think i forgot to“ [02:14]
performed by pulp
mixed + mastered by pulp
produced by candy cigarettes
artwork by pulp / “don’t get da boof wet” by aves
2020 * all rights reserved
©Ⓟ GIVE UP STILL HERE LLC

i think i forgot to (prod. candy cigarettes)

i chained myself to a furnace and tossed the key (prod. candy cigarettes)

CATCH MY BREATH (prod. candy cigarettes)

just some thoughts.

lyrics:

i cant fuckin take it 
i’m sick to my stomach 
and shit, i been stuck in 
a void that i used to avoid 
but i’m stupid wit choices
i feel like i’m losing my voice and
i’m paranoid

but know that i mean it 
when i say i been seein a ghost
i ain’t been sleepin

so it wasn’t dreams, and
i hope 
that this don’t leave me deep in the deep end
i hope
that this don’t leave me stuck wit an episode

tryin to run but i can’t get my shoes out the dirt 
and i’m scared for myself 
i'm scared of myself
it’s been how many years ?
and i still ain't prepared for my hell
i’ll jus talk my shit 
but i work on a song for days 

i finish it and kick the shit 
so fuck dropping music
and honest to god i should stop producing
cause i wanna work wit my friends again

i’m working wit shit that i don’t gotta work on
i don’t get priorities straight and i feel like a joke
i feel like i been arrogant
i cry to myself in the cold 
write shit i regret and jus mope like the bitch that i am 
and the bitch that i been
i been sick
i been sick
i been way too depressed so i ain’t havin sex
and i wasted the past two years being stuck up 
i kept old ones, got new fears, i’m fucked up

i'm fucked up
stuck in a rut 
and i fuck up my lungs till my girl wakin up and she say that it’s seven 
i gotta get better, i hate interventions
i could say that i ain’t gonna make it past twenty
that’s funny 
i said the same shit when i turned eighteen
i can’t face me

blowin my face off
fuck it, i’m sick 
i’m sick
i swear to god that this shit gonna kill me
i’m tolerated and i wanna change it
but i can’t stop the pain and
i look in the mirror then i’m yellin

i feel bad.

“it’s dilla’s drums, that’s why they’re so good” - spaced out

lyrics:

my matter on a canvas in the gallery 
splattered wit damaged cavities attached to the back
the platter got me anxious bout the calories
i’m cracked in half , tragedy grabbed me fast
standing turned to a task, feel the work in my back
feel like the verse been whack
stumble when the words get tracked 
keep in the fuck ups, i kept in too many
i wanted the crown but my head getting heavy
(onnat plankton shit!)
at 16 i was bumpin ket, nose always tryna get a fuckin scent so
it tore in me wit more sweat and i got jumped by benzos 
put a pump to my breath so 
i got frozen peas on my forehead
changed my focus
i floated like a lotus and addiction stole the scene wit poured meds, hey
i ain’t pop in four months, shit feels like four decades
i ain’t smoked in six 
i mean sixty seconds so i get these pens and i really end up just sleeping in my jeans
it’s misty in the city and it’s just a little pretty when i’m bleeding on the street

i got a knife in my pocket and nikes on my feet
fighting off my options and typing to my beats
i might need help, can’t swallow my pride
i wallow inside and i swallow like five 
(exactly five!)
but i know that the pills ain’t me 
cus they ain’t hollow inside

spotify !!

frozen peas (prod. j dilla x spaced out)

yea

lyrics:

im letting movies pile up
lighters all up on the counter and i just been busy so it’s been a while 
since i really sat down and actually watched one
feel like i’m dead but i’m actually not done

actually 
i think i’m possessed and this ghost been possessive 
he turning my corpse to his host 
then it works in my core (corps) like a kid need college

but kid i just promise 
he already flirtin wit war when he talk shit
work a bit more n these thoughts click

get why i gotta keep sayin keep quiet? 
bitch i need silence
i really stay calm but sometimes i need violence
and i let the chemicals go n dissolve 
it’s like solvent cause i’m tryna solve this

i been skeletal 
i tend to fall in to habits then i ate some tabs and 
i called in sick
took my breath
i think it’s battery acid
i played gameboy all week but the battery absent
god, i been past this

y’all ain’t doin shit now so try to say faggot 
you wanna make static but bitch i got shit to do 
really, you 
on the same status as way back then 
but shit,
i hold grudges

bitch you get carted to rest
i made fractions, i start at the chest
and i’m seein right through you so pick up the cards in the deck
i been ranting bout murder, got carts on deck

i’m just talkin shit but i been tryna make the words vivid and they start to stem
but i ain’t doing well
i'm a rock in the rough not a carbon gem
but i been tryna 

get in my bag but the card get read
i been tryna get in my bag but the get read
i'm lost in the darkness and my art gettin dim

solvent (prod. spaced out)

mhm

lyrics:

i been workin but i know that i don’t work enough
i wake up and i’m working on a beat but sure enough
it rarely goin anywhere 
like pills with no medicare
(mine would be like $700, believe this shit)

gotta release my shit 
like renewing a lease 
and i’m unprepared
i been lost, i wonder where the drive went
cough, can’t stop and i wonder where my mind been
at least i can rhyme it

everybody’s dyin, everybody’s dyin
everybody's dyin, everybody's dyin
i just copped new kicks so i could run from my problems
replaced the laces, you should stop and try it
aint facin faces if you copy where i been

i’m still stuck and i really just need some karma
i wanna go up and see em punch in the mosh pit

i’m lookin down at one and i just might fall in
but i got music on my side like a walkman

don’t talk tall if you ain’t in it for the long haul
i sit in the garage and take bong draws
tryna stay tied down but the fuckin knot’s gone

replace the laces! (prod. candy cigarettes)

smokin on candy!

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