Who is speaking in the first part of your song? I wanna look it up.

This is a Extended Version of Just a Waste by PinkPantheress.

Credits of Just a Waste by PinkPantheress:
PinkPantheress


Esta é uma versão estendida de Just a Waste da PinkPantheress.


Créditos de Just a Waste por PinkPantheress:
PinkPantheress

PinkPantheress- Just a waste (Extended Version)

Send Me (Set Adrift On Memory Bliss)

Watch the full set here: 
https://youtu.be/yLFD_Zp-bqw

ACID FROG @ ENTERGALACTIC (HEATING UP!)

Mixed by Ankith Woods

Contact me on IG @ankithwoods

Kingston Kills (Faye Webster x Chief Keef Mashup)[ANKITH WOODS MASHUP]

shout out jericho for the idea

Vince Staples x Kaytranada

Please don't sue<3

what you need lil homies?

written and produced by gus dapperton
engineered by ethan farmer
mixed by gus dapperton
mastered by conrad magabo

He don't ask for
Oh coin and cash for
Poise and panache for
Some broken bachelor, no

She don’t want none
Oh gold and gilded
So all them children
View her with brilliant foes

Pardon for part in my sigh
They see with a similar eye

Honey i'm whole so what are we snacking for?
“I’m just a whore. Boy it’s only natural.”

Well I 
Bet we’d look pretty outside

He don't build in
Thrones of vermillion
Whose woes is filled with
Pseudo civilians, no

She don't take up
Colorful patrons
Whose motif plays on
False admiration, no

Pardon for part in my sigh
They see with a similar eye

Honey i'm whole so what are we snacking for?
“I’m just a whore. Boy it’s only natural.”
Honey i'm whole so what are we snacking for?
“I’m just a whore. Boy it’s only natural.”

Well I 
Bet we’d look pretty outside
Well I 
Bet we’d look pretty outside

video

I'm Just Snacking

Flip is the derogatory term for Filipino people. Mostly used in World War II by American Soldiers. It means
Fucking
Little
Island
People.

Pretty racist amirite? Hope you like the song! I'm still learning how to mix and master so sorry if it sounds not fantastic! I'm trying my hardest to be better! Please share it and show yo mothafucking friends!

my Grandpa is the guy top left.

Lyrics
I’ll cop a million not the pesos, for my kapamilya
Undying love for the islands, but it don’t sound familiar
Never been to the tropics, So shit been not forgotten
The problem is that my mind shift, to white washing
Mcdonalds lobbed themselves, my dawgs still shop at hot topic
Acting edgy, lacking depth (depp) , you ain’t got scissorhands
Machete swinging flips, i wish i delt, a different hand
Yet either way, my president gon deal a vicious plan
It’s hard to take your fucking mask off
Asking God’s forgiveness, like you spitting to a slab wall
Never catch me slipping, when my toes down
Toes in, flowing, stone cold, wish you on now
Got Simon saying shit, like oh wow 
Golden Buzzer, nothing like the off the cuff, smoke loud
I’d tell you smokes if you got em
Duterte, hear me balling, he despatch gestapo, shot them

My Lola want me come over
Brown Sugar Platanos, and saucey hog adobo
I told her, Lola, hold up, gotta phone it up with mom 
Halt and drop the caller, when she offer diniguan
It’s the bomb, No satan in hot chilis and pork blood
I see soul unfold, told from straw huts
Wet mud, slipping in skisms, with Spans and Japanese
United States guilty as well, you gave em spam to eat


Rock the mic like i’m a killer 
Thrilla from Manila
Stealing from the richer,
To the don’t give a shitta
Wrists don’t fuck with slits
Unless im elbow deep, in hello grease
My Fellows been, in mellow dreams
Ain’t acting right, isosceles
Cops’ll squeeze from Compton all the way to Luzon
Almost always, they can’t keep they deuce off 
Need a bit of whoosah
Else you get the choppa, racka bracka lacka  booyah
You ain’t nothing to us

You mucus 
Hawk pyeuh
  
Fuck with me, I crack a good smile
Crackalacking with my crackers, got our own version of 8 mile
Battles up in the quad, when we was 16, what we do  dawg
couple suburban kids, who like the art of spitting true words
Ooh lord, wish I could pack my bags, and adios 
Take a plane to PI, and pop shit, like obvious  
Turn my music Radio, maybe you flips gon bump my shit
Stereo go where we go, hunnid gecs, have fun with it
Dollars turn to pesos, i don’t give a fuck, cop the range rove’
Bought some acres, that shit cost a mango
I ain’t worry no more, bout no stained close   
Cop a house in Cagayan de Oro
Worth like 10gs  
10gs in LA, could buy you popeyes and string cheese
10gs in LA you gon’ find that, yo bank cheap
10gs in PI, got a lifetime of summer breeze
10 weeks in LA, you gon find that, this life hard
10 weeks in PI,Turn Gs in, to Popstars

Flip

Hope you like it.

Instagram: @thedfaustino

and that's it lol.

lyrics
 I always talking bout when I gon' drop an album
I'm busy just drinking water
I'm busy with inner thoughts
And I'm busy with what has fallen, resolving the biggest problems from the top dawg
Can't quite fix it up dawg
Still won't take a loss dawg,     
Always been right after the dub, I'm x'd out yueh
Always chasing after the plug, I’m stressed out yueh
Asking myself when i’m gonna give myself an out yueh   
Asking y'all if you gon catch a bitch now, if he fall yueh 
Give me my fixings, equipped with shitty privileged feelings
But i’m out here wit it, better catch me dead 4 u caught me slippin
 Skisms jump out the void, and catch me off guard
Rona type problems, and smaller such as a hot broad
Best think before yo ass get to speaking, u like to talk to god
my facade ain’t up these  gold steps , it’s fist’s is up ya jaw
And then i do my walk
And then i do my shit x2  
Hitting licks, not illegally, i’m a white kid 
Murder tracks on a basis, like gloves that don’t fit
Heard of me, yeah like maybe, so baby bump to this
Hump to this, shake yo rumpity rump to this, don’t you dare make some love this,

Pipe dreams are receding
You ain’t down to meet me at the finish
Guess you hate the sight of me winning
Well i hate the sight of you leaving
Left me with the breeze
All y'all left me with the keys
Scrape the paint, i pop the tires
Dawg, you still gon turn ya cheek

Why won’t ya,

Look me in my eyelids
Cuz you done start a riot
Dirty little primate  
Want me to go violent
Bitch but you supplying

Maple

Shoutout Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter. Shout out my White Friends, I love y'all.

Instagram
@thedfaustino

LYRICS
 I’m a semi when they tell me, i got fresh flows
Hauling product to the auditorium show
Showing busters, they been nothing
Cuz when he goes, off
Spect’ ya boo to undress, only wearing her socks
Cuz I don’t do toes,
Tho i am ten toes down
Vintage the Gap Velcro
Got back way back, 2 thou
My crackers, keep them close
get out of jail card pass
And they react real fast
When pigs got lights to flash

Turn crimes, to shenanigans  
Cops gonna laugh it off
Pass it off, again
And when i been alone 
They gon find a reason
Knuckles ice, they squeezin’
Now i’m off the deep end

YO I DONT even GIVE A MOTHAFUCK DAWG
MY WHITE FRIENDS always come in CLUTCH DAWG
IT ONLY MAKES SENSE X2 
And we gon’ make cents

Still all my white friends giving me shit
Go eat a dick
I’m white washed, so i’m hot as a bitch  
I feel like Cameron Dallas, out here hitting them licks
If my complexion wasn’t vexxed, i’d be on one of them lists already
Go grab the teddy, that’s a 40 round 
Crackers cannot hold me down
Skin like cream in coffee brown
Losing never stop me now
Booling’ on this indo,
Windows open for me anyhow 
Eating dick for dinner  
That’s a sweet treat for the homies now 
PAUSE
I love my homies, like you love God
It’s a trinity of phetamine and never break apart
And ya’ll just wishing you can have a friendship like ours 
friends still clutching on my heart
Even if they is a Honky
We whip Tonkas
Acting like some children, you just jealous, you are fond of
What we have, and ya’ll just wishing like some wandas 
Timmy Turner talking, all cap, i am on ya
Ya want some B?

(hook)

White friends come to my house, they say it Smell like fish
I'm Biff tannen, they dancing, crackers put on the ritz
If you gon' come in my home, and you ain't gon honor it
I'mma send yo mama the casket, and y'all the ambulance
But I got Devon and Spencer, they spicy whites like cayenne
I'm driving high with the homies, the police, going by them
If I'm alone, then the piggies oinking for me to yield
If I got Tyler, his privilege feel like a magic shield
Feel, like a king
If George gon hold the party, then i’m wild as a chink
If Jerzy throw a party, than my dawg i won’t think
On some fuck up any means, they some mofucking Gs

(hook)

Chilling, with my white friends,
cops turn around when i'm with them
Chilling, with my crackers we vogue
ain't seen shit like this before, yeah
x4

Flip

Darius

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