Tell Em

written/produced/mixed & mastered by me
and so begins the bitter wind
cutting up my brittle hands and heavy heaving hearts will stop again
ive made a name to call me by and see it with your own two eyes i don't think that 
your love was ever here
and now im in a darker place where light has no room to escape and hearts will glow to create something safe
a dream of sorts you're on the porch and talking to the moon and he says "every little thing will be okay"

and you will wonder why it's not
and while your heart begins to rot 
all the love you had for me will dissipate
and all the branches in the yard growing fungus going far things will start to finally create a face

dissipate

Goin Up

Starstruck (v1)

YA HEARD IT HERE FIRST

LYRICS:
[Intro]
Oscar

[Chorus]
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'

[Verse]
I see recesses of your silhouette fade again
The horizons of burnin' red, was the sunset
Because of me, she dinin' red in her favorite dress
Left for dead, the candle burnin' up in your head
Fuck your label, ain't our offer
Throw 'em in the dump, don't even try to bother
Came a long way, just me and my brothers
Seen worse shit, yeah, we had to suffer
Haunted Mound boys, yeah, they keep a Mossberg
Shout-out my day ones, shout-out to Oscar
Fuck the police, still fuck all these coppers
Grind so hard, but I'm never gonna stop it
24-carat gold-plated red-breasted gold birds
In my pockets, chirp, chirp
Off the ecstasy, gurn, gurn
When I'm walkin' down the street, I got key rings hangin' off of me
Like a motherfuckin' shine on me, I'm dressed up in these Robin's Jeans

[Chorus]
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'

[Outro]
Wrap-wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'

BUCKSHOT - PROPHET (PROD OSCAR, SEMATARY, BUCKSHOT)

Chore Boy

Chore Boy (feat. SALEM)

DJ Abysmal - where did i go wrong (Prod. me)

Anti Hero

w/ @smrtdeath
prod tec

(lyrics)
[shallow vera]
there goes my hopes and dreams 
why would you lie to me
last time i saw you you said that something's wrong with me
you think i am happy
but baby can't you see
everything slowly falls apart and i lose everything
you were my everything
bought you a diamond ring
ring, ring pick up your phone and just say anything
your body next to me
take me to ecstasy
remember when we were fucking in the driver's seat
broken heart needs a fix
i think you'll do the trick
think, think i think my thoughts are fucking killing me
and now you're not with me
that's what you're telling me
put a bullet through my head and it'll set me free

it'll set me free, it'll set me free
i think about you all the time and damn it's killing me
it'll set me free, it'll set me free
i need someone to numb the pain and you're my medicine

[smrtdeath]
i think about you and i'm crying in the driver's seat
can't get you off my mind i'm dwelling on what might have been
every time i see you i replay the entire scene
i need a lighter try to smoke you baby i'm a fiend
i don't really know what's left to do
feels like i can't go on if i'm not with you
when i don't really know what's left to say
need someone to take me out my misery

and i don't know why it couldn't be easier
in the morning when i wake up before i open my eyes
it feels like i'm still breathing you
it feels like i'm still breathing you

killing me w/ smrtdeath

Drip or Drown 2

Who You Foolin