so good you're back, and what a banger to cone back with

Eyes in The Stars

It’s late. The streets are quiet. I’m parked outside, engine humming, leather seats sticking to my skin. I see you move behind the curtains, and I wonder — if I knocked, would you even react? I drive in circles, playing our song like a warning sign, windows fogged but my eyes clear. Tonight, I stay out front, caught between what was and what could’ve been.

Parked Outside

So this is just a rough draft of a song on my upcoming album, here to comfort you while im finishing that big project. 

blue eyed waltz (DEMO)

cover/remix of limosine by wax

haha sorry idk

[hook]
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
We came to the top all the way from the bottom
And I'm just trying to count my blessings
I wouldn't wanna leave to go to heaven in a flying limousine
Limousine
A goddamn flying limousine
In a flying limousine
Limousine
I wouldn't wanna leave to go to heaven in a flying limousine﻿

[verse 1]
spit fire like im dragon born, acidic salivary gland
i dont got a glock, but when i walk i open carry hands
ya boy is handsome, warm, im chillin out and yall are very bland
just think of rapping, now imagine porn and pop a cherry man
thats me inside your ears im a virus make you ill for days
remind you of your love life make you salty like your will for lays
higher than the nasa budget i been eating pills from space
feel like tom trapped up on that island out where wilson stays
but instead im on a crowded street, 
ill just replace my arms dont give a fuck if this shits out of reach
blue like i fellate the sky, i wanna blow some clouds with cheech
a great disguise, girl that ass on point just like a rounded peach,
im not exactly stressed im just sad that im a trashy mess
think im more depressed than usual well sadly yes,
know you're future? whens the next time that you'll see happiness?
if i had to guess, im pretty sure that i'd be happy less

[hook]

[verse 2]
sorry man my mind is just on shuffle ima skip the thought,
think back to the days of skippin school and never gettin caught
overcrowded with these boats and hoes like im a bitchin yacht
im in this fucking game like angry people in a frickin mob
water heater keep it spittin hot
charts are steep but i aint fucking stoppin till i hit the top
fuck your fame you only opened doors because you twisted knobs
come inside, i offer secret treasures like a hidden shop
i dont take your money i take standards and i drop em low,
mean high enough, might just mix and match it like you swappin clothes
dont believe in bullshit, try because my only god is hope
comedic when im blazed but this right now no this not a joke
if design dictates function, what am i? i cannot pretend
if you dont know who atlas is then homie we cannot be friends
going quantam splain it on a level you can comprehend
this might end a thought but i assure you this is not the end

flying limosine

d minor miles {PROD. KOUNT SPACEY}

Didnt Matter - The G/Olden Days

prod: https://www.youtube.com/user/rylance13

Camryn Weaver's Album

you (prod. oculus)

from me to you ft. elijah who

Tweet Me!

Matter (prod.furino)

Music by Ledbetter/Sainburg 
Lyrics by James Ledbetter

@__modernist @cole_choochootrain

sleep on me

a sad song i wrote for a boy i have mixed emotions for

d minor miles {PROD. KOUNT SPACEY}

hahn byol chang

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