Produced by @xevvec
Vocals by @higin

Lyrics:

Tell me what you think would get us out
Spell out solutions to defeat some kind of doubt
Near this time of year
I find something else to fear
Tears vacant when it's a beer banquet
It's getting frequent
I remember when it was only a “I love you”
Some kids but no riches
But I promised I'm all in this
“To win or to lose it” I said with high hopes for them
But finders keepers, losers weepers, so take 4 shots
Post Mortem
But I'm still breathing
But my brain ain't beating
Aimless roaming around this desert that is Earth heaving
Coughing seemingly lost in
Harmless thoughts but farming harvesting demons that got me saying salvation’s lost
The thoughts repeating
I go to Amanda
Drunken? Nah, fucking hammered
Lambaste her with dialogue saying that I demand her
To take of all her clothes
And that I'll take all the moves
So I go slow as to not damage her harmless soul

I wish I could miss a sip of alcohol
But this shot of whiskey behind me
Got me throwing up in the bathroom stall
My brain static
Featureless and plastic
Heavy damage you can call this scene traumatic
Amanda, Amanda, please I've fucking had it
Just take off your button up and show me some magic

Now in court I sit lawyers see
Ain't got shit for loyalty
The more I breath
The more I feel the endless greed
My children robbed
Despite all of my endless sobs
This seminar for these rehab slobs
I ring the door bell then turn the knob
But then I remember that I don't live here
December was the case now my presence is near
Erased off the face of the Earth
Reconsider my worth
So I head down to my local church
to be saved by the holy word
Take a seat on the Sunday meet
I hear the preacher preach
About how Jesus is the teacher that reach
His hand out to us all
I follow his pages turned and call
Out for the one who stand tall
Cuz my life at the bottom of its fall
I cry if I could ever reach salvation
Find a place and maybe a job
Cuz if not, then this the end of my life
Rope of hopeless over homeless stoned, and out of shots and pints

I wish I could miss a sip of alcohol
But this shot of whiskey behind me
Got me throwing up in the bathroom stall
My brain static
Featureless and plastic
Heavy damage you can call this scene traumatic
Amanda, Amanda, please I've fucking had it
Just take off your button up and show me some magic

Alcohol (prod. Xevvec)

Production:
higin

Features:
https://soundcloud.com/itsteyo
https://soundcloud.com/zyncartier

I miss the olden days, all the way back when we was in harmony
Two homies that needed nobody independant of harms way
We had each others back was relaxed, yeah 
The fact of the matter is we always cracked jokes like family
But, I was thinking with my dick, not tryna rift out of our ship
Just a quick flick, but I mean it is what it is
But what if shit didn’t have to flip or rip over a chick
Like damn, was she even worth it?
If its any consolidation, she hit on me first say
She even missed your birthday, that had to hurt man
She never called ya back, and her rack, ain't never worth no slack
Let’s count thats a million flaws
You really wanna fuck up what we had over some broad
How about we meet up to ball, gimme a call
And hang out in November
Cuz us birds of feathers gotta flock together

Condemned in the flesh
Yet that dont mean that we should be less
I aint give no fuck to the rest
Yet after all you
The only real friend
Rest of em fakers
Traitors
To they own makers
So take it in good heart 
Homie, yeah, you can date her
Take her
Or leave her for good
Make amends, or shoot
Either way
We ok
Hope that understood

Come to see that we were fucking on the same bitch 
She switched, homie, keep her, I don’t need that shit
Wish that I could make it up to you somehow
But getting hoes, is the only shit that I know now 
Seems good until your ass is living penniless
Ain’t got shit but this dick that adds to my fucking list
These the traits I’ve adopted from my damn father
Hate to be the motherfucker, talking to a man’s daughter
Dream of someone who would show me how I gotta act
Stress stacked, last solution is to lash back
So now I went out fucking every single girl 
Lack of someone who cared went and destroyed my world
So to my homie Oscar, I apologize my friend
Don’t want this shit to end, so who I am I try to bend
Tend to let the past get to me to fucking much
But from the bottom of my heart just know it’s all love

Condemned in the flesh
Yet that dont mean that we should be less
I aint give no fuck to the rest
Yet after all you
The only real friend
Rest of em fakers
Traitors
To they own makers
So take it in good heart 
Homie, yeah, you can date her
Take her
Or leave her for good
Make amends, or shoot
Either way
We ok
Hope that understood

Condemned in the flesh open wounds in my hand 
Jesus piece on my neck got the strap ,writing plans
Glass gon splash like water drops she don't understand 
All the sins and the karma caught up like stolen bands 
Don't know what's coming 
White lights in the skies Amanda 
Car slowing down look you straight in the eyes Amanda 
Messi name dies in vain for Simmons lives long
Because a tooth for a tooth doesn't work all along 
Condemned in the flesh open wounds in my hand 
Jesus piece on my neck got the strap ,writing plans 
Man
It'll sound like the 4th of July with red fireworks
Tires skrtt off causing skid marks and running clerks 
Phones ringing "911" screaming yelling that's she's hurt 
In my heart I know what I'm doing's wrong but I can't divert 
Amanda is the cause of my father's death 
So I'm gonna be the one to cause her final breath

Condemn (ft. TEYO!, Zoryan)

house & home

Heard Everybody Loves the Sunshine by Roy Ayers Ubiquity n that little synth had me in another dimension so i decided to flip it.
Also gave me an excuse to release smth, so yall can take this.

house n home EP comin soon btw be on the lookout.

california beat tape (roy ayers flip)

hemp rope

higin music 

reach out at
higinmusicinc@gmail.com

higin

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