lyrics
Bojack: "I just want to say that, I've loved being here with you this year. You've shown me the type of person I didn't know I wanted to be. Thank you. And I just, I want you to all appreciate this time. And how special it is. And how fast it'll all go away. Please, cherish this."

fuck, i feel like giving up
i wish that i was better but for now i guess im stuck
i been steady on the run
tryna get myself away from me, i feel it in my gut

like i hate myself so much i wanna rip off all my skin
shove a razor in my arm, been therapeutic when i did
want to hurt myself so bad but i been told that its a sin
at least thats what the Christians say when im around, they see my skin

i just have to lay low
i cant even stay stoned
laying on the floor alone
my body getting cold, this must be how i go

i feel like im gonna break
know that i cannot be saved
waiting for the day when things finally feel okay
but i doubt it so i pray

why am i still here
didnt think id see this year
ive run my course for too long i fear
if theres a future, its so unclear

i lied
im not fine
i buried it so deep but now my life is on the line
one time
just give me a sign
i swear i want to stay but it just hurts to be alive

everyones gone, and im still withdrawn
im watching the whole world collapse until dawn
i cant fucking sleep when i sweat in my sheets
cause my stomach is killing, i cant even eat

and now if you relate then im sorry bout that
i want you to smile but i know that you cant
i cant do it either a matter of fact
its just way too much work when youre still not intact

i feel like giving up

Shout out my man wraith for killing his verse in this song, go check out his music and tell him swamp sent you!❤️

https://on.soundcloud.com/LmhrUsjh5Pws53rJ8

Lyrics:

I’m not too comfortable 
What made it obvious 
I could just tell by that look on your face 
And You get so nervous sometimes that you bite on your nails and forget what to say 
Such a shame 
But that’s ok I’m too youug to care or to dumb to realize I wasn’t prepared 
I can feel it, there’s a chill in the air we’re in the calm of the storm the void is here don’t be scared 

I tend to choke on my word’s they just never out 
Guess the cats got my tongue somewhere tucked in his house 
I’ve spoiled beyond all return so please turn around before I let you all down 
It’s too cold here in this realm that I call my head such a lonely hell 
The airs so thin throughout this shell 
Inthe catacombs of my former self 

Leaving my texts unread
Don’t even care what's said
Why even bother send
Baby it’s time this ends

I have my hands in my hair
I rip and I tear
I’m scared of a memory
Lost in the air
Deep in despair
It’s all into ashes
They fall off my blunt like a flare
I’m barely scared
But also
I’m barely here
I got an eighth
In my bloodstream
Feeling like nothing
Fuck up this body
I guess that I never was someone to care

I’m not too comfortable 
What made it obvious 
I could just tell by that look on your face 
And You get so nervous sometimes that you bite on your nails and forget what to say 
Such a shame 
But that’s ok I’m too youug to care or to dumb to realize I wasn’t prepared 
I can feel it, there’s a chill in the air we’re in the calm of the storm the void is here don’t be scared

comfortable w/ Wraith

Lyrics:

I could make room in the front seat
If you really want me
they ask me if i’m crazy
I don’t really know i might be
i think that she likes me
i don't even like me
i don't know no nothing
just a boy who chased a pipe dream

i'm never dipping
no i'm never leaving 
i got a feeling in my chest
i made a vow to all my friends
just like the last couple days im sleeping in again
i write a song for a mic test
i eat my feelings to crawl back
i'm always sleeping
and i'm never eating
xcept maccas and tacos in my bed

guess we're reverting the progress again
in some ways i think i could still call you a friend 
but you're still the same reason i wanna be dead
and you're still the same reason i'm fucked in the head
i'm angry the thought of you coming right back
might blow out my brains on the ceiling instead
after they're done on her new lovers bed
she'll swear me an oath with her palm on my chest

you're fucking me up been a year with you gone
are you proud of me now with the drugs that i'm off
do you act like a kid
do you act like my mom
i'm dying to know if you've grown and moved on

i cash me a check and i'm feeling my best
and i blow it on sweaters and things for my cats
might fuck around think i'll get me a tatt
got no more to say there's my thoughts in a wrap

wrap (whyke)

FLOOD EVERYTHING ft. Hurtclub

i think it's sad you never cared
you said you did
or maybe i'm just wrong
i tend to split
they say its borderline
a dark abyss
and i say its really hard
but lets call it what it is
i'm so scared of getting close if you hurt me ima dip
i'm so paranoid you lying, i ain't seeing what i did
i just threw it all away, its only way that i'm equipped
you can call me Bojack i'm a Stupid Piece of Shit
i betray myself like every single thing i do
now you know my secrets when i spill them in the booth
i think i'm way too old to still be here to tell the truth
i think i'm way too old to still be smoking on this-
i'm still getting paid, still my money stack
still it doesn't change all the weight that's on my back
i could say i'm fine but i know that's cap
why the fuck i'm such a bitch, i ain't even got my back
i don't know how i should be
i thought i'd know by now at least
self-deprecation brings me peace
if you can't relate i know you can't see
i wish all the hate were to die to me
i wish all the pain weren't inside of me
my torn up lungs cannot lie for me
my secret's safe, it's gonna die with me




SPOS Freestyle

DUMMY PT 2

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and the likelihood that i come out of this alive
is a problematic fallacy of suicide
everybody wanna talk real big when it comes to the digits
but life's a game and the numbers lie
and if truth is to be told
i don't wanna know
spoon feed me lies
and leave me all alone
tell me i'm a joke
cut me to the bone
you can paint a pretty picture
with my blood on the stone
i've been contemplating this for a minute
i'm losing sleep thinkin' y'all gonna get me
i'm just a man overboard and this ship is too heavy
they wanna talk wasn't ready
i celebrate with a bomb of confetti
my guts explode on the levee
i live in fear of my peers
they say they love me all the time
but that's not how it appears
i sit in bed pondering how i bring strangers to tears
when i can't give myself some credit over several years

somebody come and get me
i'm drowning in this water
i'm screaming crying all the time
but she don't even bother
i live alone inside this home
with dreams of living farther
my trauma deeply rooted
can't even text my father
and that's the real reason why
i project my feelings into songs that i write
copacetic dreams but my tears turned to ice
so i pop em out the tray and get this bottle pouring right

and that's the real real real reason why
i've been up all night
hold onto the past even though it's out of sight
and i've been going through this shit for a minute
and i've been floating through so many fucking visions i'm spinning
i gotta get up off my ass and get to inking these villains
but i just hide
and i don't wanna try
cause every time i think i do
i dig too far inside my mind
i dug a lil too far now the grass don't grow
water on the roots but the pedals all mold
and seasons do change but the stems still broke
so i glue em back together even if it's just a cope

nineteen ninety-six

Tell me why my songs nonprofit 
They’ll talk shit about my sound but they’ll still jock it 
If you mock it then you gotta stop it 
Me and deadends just dropped another project 

And I’m still sitting all alone 
Paychecks on my phone 
New York is still cold 
But this blunt warms my bones 

Bitch I am over you 
My girl does stuff that you could never do 

Natalie
taught me to breathe 
Myself is free
Cause myself is peace 

Imagining
a better me 
Is new to me 
But its worth it now 

Fuck Snapchat, come kiss me thru the speaker phone 
Black flat cap 
I got gold on my pinkie tho 
Racks on racks 
New York is still freezing cold 
I’ll text back when this feeling starts to get old 

Fuck Snapchat, come kiss me thru the speakerphone 
Black flat cap 
I got gold on my pinkie tho 
Racks on racks 
New York is still freezing cold 
I’ll text back when this feeling starts to get old

New York (prod.tothegood)

i've physically been able to relatively get back into releasing music like this;
recovery has been ridiculously difficult, but i feel lightyears more capable
compared to what once was, and the soul-crushing aspect of not being able to output like this is slowly but truly dissipating.

production; courtesy of @wraithontheporch 

thank you for being here, so much.
be safe out there


ignorance laced from the brain to the lips
"if it ain't worth shit, why wait to be there when it is?"
though belated of light, though faint and estranged,
though strained, no night's that blind
festered and caught in a wind,
silently ridden renewal beginnings
forgiving the spite dealt upon all i am,
i take and refrain for the cycle's expansion

i'll mention the faulty of fate,
when the frame's out of range,
have the soul act in place of a comet
to strike down upon this, enduring the promise,
mistakenly pompous, forsaken and rotten

splurging the truth yet perceived as a cheat;
guttural speech yet sewage conceived;
scour the hour once all has devoured the spirit of tone 
that i currently breathe

i'm ripping the bag,
you could swear i'm a coon with trash, being glad with the leftover meat,
but y'all are facetious to see the extent of believing, 
the moment you feel it impede
few to foresee what'll lie in the wake of a bribe,
for a mind doesn't mold what it reaps from you guys whom die and revive,
to come back as a cry, in the form of a grime with a greed

how you gonna lie when we built for the truth?
"how you gonna try what you ain't wanna prove?"
how you gonna cry outside of the booth?
lost too many times that i've slept life through
i've watched myself slipping back into blue,
i've seen defeat in the form of anew
told out myself that i'm seeing it through
told out myself that it's worth every bruise

feeling it out won't dispel,
alice was simply compelled
the bottom is treating you well,
no wonder we're now so frail;
i could use a light for the trail

scrapwork (wraithontheporch)

SAVE YOURSELF

Lyrics:

Hey
What if I was dead
Would I be up in your head
What would be all the stuff you said
That's what's going through my head
But I shouldn't have to die
To know I'm something in your eyes
My heart's been sewn up a couple times
My cars been totaled a couple times
What if I was dead
Would I be up in your head
What would be all the stuff you said
That's what's going through my head
But I shouldn't have to die
To know I'm something in your eyes
Your phones been blown up a couple times
Like who am I to you
Like who am I to you 

I feel like an asshole half of the time
'Cause I don't want to be brushed aside
I just want to be recognized
For how hard I always try
Talking to the ghosts up in my mind
They kind of look like you I'm not gon' lie
We kiss and it tastes like formaldehyde
When you're gone I close my eyes
'Cause it's a place to hide
But why can't I just be there for myself
If I love me then I don't need nobody else
I like to think that I'd choose heaven over hell
This life is purgatorial that's how I feel

Hey
What if I was dead
Would I be up in your head
What would be all the stuff you said
That's what's going through my head
But I shouldn't have to die
To know I'm something in your eyes
My heart's been sewn up a couple times
My cars been totaled a couple times
What if I was dead
Would I be up in your head
What would be all the stuff you said
That's what's going through my head
But I shouldn't have to die
To know I'm something in your eyes
Your phones been blown up a couple times
Like who am I to you
Like who am I to you

what if I was dead

i hope you feel something
self-produced. hmu for beats/mixing/mastering

SAVE YOURSELF

HKFIFTYONE