Day$okee- Wild Wild West feat Artifex27 and 22december (prod. Joey S)

(throwaway)

RICH SHIT! (prod. crxmson x gosha)

idc. feat.1gnis (prod.waxie)

smile of a demon, the heart of a lost soul.

WAIT A MINUTE! (prod. dxnilukx)

Shawty filler 
Wish my bitch cannon 
I Pop out wit that camera 
But only when there’s action 
Speak wit proper grammar you could see that shit in my captions 
Yea I’ve improved my manners at the seated table I was rancid 
After all I fold for closure I’ve fulfilled my purpose 
They like how u get that clouted I didn’t earn it 
Worst way that’s the worst way you could treat me
I’m on 2nd base thinking you the one and you need me

It’s Highly doubtful
She tryna get a mouthful
All my kids finna swim in that hoe like a tadpole if she gon swallow my capsule 
Walking down Broadway like who that bitch I’m that bitch it’s obvious 
This a hassle wanna get rich and famous while still remaining anonymous 
Who who who could’ve done this shit without a clue clue 
Well prolly u cus everyone cloning like kid buu 
Yea just buy a mic and find a preset that’s all there is to do 
I Just spared u the truth 
Ooo
When’s the last time I felt like trying
Don’t remember
Lowkey got severe anxiety from September to December 
But 0% chance seeing me crying 
Almost never 
If I said I did I’d be lying 
Since 2019 eyes been drying 
I finna smoke a bowl
Hope It ain’t noticeable 
Everytime im set to get high it’s to feel close to home 
Where am I supposed to go 
When I am all alone 
Only got hoes in my phone 
I got nobody that I could call my own 

Shawty filler 
Wish my bitch cannon 
I Pop out wit that camera 
But only when there’s action 
Speak wit proper grammar you could see that shit in my captions 
Yea I’ve improved my manners at the seated table I was rancid 
After all I fold for closure I’ve fulfilled my purpose 
They like how u get that clouted I didn’t earn it 
Worst way that’s the worst way you could treat me
I’m on 2nd base thinking you the one and you need me

dont go falling for em (tohruxd)

doodle bob! *NEOY HOY MINOY*  (prod.rexpy)

fate

I done been losing my mind 

Wasting my time

Thinking bout things that I don’t know

She said she miss me I just roll my dope 

I don’t think I got the time anymore 

they miss the music 

Yea they miss the flow 

If she gonna ride then she gotta know 

yea she gotta know 

Touch so gentle help my mental please 
don’t ever leave me lone 

Are you  single? eyes that twinkle when I stare into your soul 

Make this money smoke my weed girl we got the same goal 

ain’t no hiding you just fight ain’t no where to call home  ain’t no where to call home 

Ain’t no where to call home but baby i can

maybe be yo lover ian like the others 

Had some lames before you what a  
bummer 

You my number 1 stunna 

Going out just like a sucker you ain’t gotta suffer Ian stutter in the middle summer 

we should go out for some drives crusin 95  While we Getting super high 
Hand all on thigh 

as you hold the blunt smokin runtz brand new pack fresh as that

You get mad and I do too never felt the way I do roll my blunts that’s what she do

we gon be ight  we gon be okay 

you ain’t gotta worry baby Ian finna play wanna make yo day 

stop saying that you leaving baby we both know you ain’t  so just calm down think 


okay like dodged a bullet 
last night was callin 
Left a couple times 
like hey 

I was rollin 
never texting bitches 
u was trippin 
yelling n my face 

like cool down 
baby don’t worry 
Ima real nigga 
baby wont hurt ya 
Lame niggas done did you dirty 
I’m sorry if I make you nervous 

I love her 
she love me 
it’s no one but us 

she leave me 
she never 
I’ll follow her up 

I’m fixing her heart she fixing me too 
I’m there for her lows 
n she swinging moods 

Left right left right 
Yea that Nigga hit me the One Two


I done been losing my mind 

Wasting my time

Thinking bout things that I don’t know

She said she miss me I just roll my dope 

I don’t think I got the time anymore 

they miss the music 

Yea they miss the flow 

If she gonna ride then she gotta know 

yea she gotta know

$park up! ft (trippin4u)          prod. docent

prod.tohruxd x josh o'brien
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~lyrics~
press my mind
tryna find its thoughts
but it feel too gone
and i feel too lost
too stuck in the way
that it had been once
cant roll with the punch
cause you sent a barrage 
now im missing class
laying back
wait for the text but you don't write back
if im not what you need
or not what you plan
don't keep me round while you start to detach

put my heart and your feelings first
my mistake
fell down to your words
if its lies 
why waste my time on the earth
tryna keep me round if im just your dirt
stomp me back into a place
where i felt a hole in where i belong
must be my fault
cause i fell too fast
and i wrote you one too much inna song

put it up in orbit
don't need this space too boring
you made me feel important
now im stuck feeling annoying
don't pick up the phone
don't want no speech
don't want no words that you happen to think
wanna hear you out
but i know you'll say something
that makes me want to rethink

needa leave this town
need somewhere to be around
have someplace else to go
need somewhere else to go
something ill call my home
to get my mind off clear
to stop checking my phone
when i know that nothings there

press my mind
tryna find its thoughts
but it feel too gone
and i feel too lost
too stuck in the way
that it had been once
cant roll with the punch
cause you sent a barrage 
now im missing class
laying back
wait for the text but you don't write back
if im not what you need
or not what you plan
don't keep me round while you start to detach

my version of therapy (prod.tohruxd x josh o'brien)

Cold Math is a ledger you can feel in your ribs: tracks where melodic rap carries the hard arithmetic of survival, and blues pours the emotion that numbers can’t hold. The album lives in that split-second math of the street—rent due, phone dead, hunger loud—where every choice has interest and every mistake compounds. Over sirens, neon, and concrete sermons, the hooks arrive like oxygen: not pretty, not polite, but honest enough to keep the chest moving. This is music about being “boxed in, cornered by design,” and still finding a way to stand ten toes down without turning your soul into spare change.

But the “cold” in Cold Math isn’t just the world—it’s the clarity you earn when you stop bargaining with reality. Across these songs, the narrator evolves from counting losses to balancing the ledger: looking around at a pixelated life, owning contradictions, cutting doubt out like a bad wire, and building a ladder out of the void one bar at a time. The blues shows up as bruised tenderness under the grit; the rap shows up as precision and nerve—proof that persistence isn’t flex culture, it’s breathwork. If there’s a thesis here, it’s simple and relentless: not survival of the fittest—just the struggle for existence, and the refusal to be erased.

dont go falling for em (tohruxd)

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