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Starving Artist Shit Records

it's ok, I'll do it again

Doug Dimmadome ft Adonis Love - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: 
I thought I told you I was starving
Now I started eating beats
Pressure in percussions
Compress it to MP3 
curry pushing buttons
No rushing they envy me
Cause adara hard at rapping
soul harvest it’s hard to speak
You accustumbed to the peasants
in presence of only kings/
In the present sent the message/
We’ll kill ‘em and send the wreath/
eulogy we keep it breif/
a reach a battle me/
They rattled/
They Spirited tattered
they burdened inside they mind
From fighting too many battles
It’s harder than what it seems
An artist who chasing dreams
It’s hotter inside these streets
an artisan underneath
I’m barging inside the game
And demanding they peep the beats
I thoughtI’d leave my mark
In dark in search of spark
A start to be a star
So close to but very far
In park we put the car, paid for partly by the bars
Pause
Let me play around and rearrange it
Emotions such asanger, envy rage and all that’s hatred
Gonna lead to only guilt
Depression and leave you anxious
Anguish, and contemplation
Have patience, and run the bases
que triste, estamos listos
Dijestes q es para siempre
Y pensé que problamente
Mi Camino es differente
Babygyal asi para me no es sufficente


I thought I told you I was starving
Tengo hambre
Hop up out those kicks or else this shit will get macabre
Ima need dem peso mami
bottles fulls of bombay
When I’m chilling out in Cabo
smoke grabba drink the cafe

for now I need a dollar

Dollar that’s I all I need

And when i lay to rest
I pray my soul you keep
The key, inside the dream
I’m awake, I don’t ever sleep
Never leisure on computer creating abusing beats
Go stupid
Or be sheep
Get moving
Or stay in sheets
She saying I read her mind
I told her there’s strangers things
she told me she feeling fine
That’s code for I’m bout to cheat
relationship picture perfect
In person the cameras see
It’s worse if you show the pain
Just smile and tell ‘em cheese
Don’t mattered what you accomplish it’s better to be a meme

They let ‘em kill their their dreams

Very sad, RIP
I almost died for this music
Cause music what make me breathe
They hating they staying salty, insult me and shoot the breeZe
I’m sorry it ain’t your league 
Be aware of where of you play
Praise the lord we alive
And get to see another day
I rock it, to build a rocket to launch and fly away

Take My Time - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

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Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: 
I wish i had the drop on my oops/
I would squash the beef/
Got up out the streets/
Started rapping like I sorcetes
Curry passed the beat/
And of course it’s as hot me/
Hard to juggle life/
Need a Porsche/
and a bed to sleep/
But still they still sleeping/
I’m weak what they teaching/
It ego they facioucous/
Conmigo you mi amigo/
We grow or we stay heathens/
enbolden by they statements/
This music just take patience/
They dub me I stay waiting/
Like games on the PlayStation/
I’m loading, no evading/
no video freeze framing/
So send em to meet em to satan/
And they wanna compete/
warning/
They scatter retreat/
Sadly a matter of fact/
The hate make my greatest increase/


okay now quick/
Let em get hip to the products/
This shit is like volcanos/
Thats hot bitch thats the lava/
My pops taught me to struggle/
On lock with the rebuttles/
can’t stop/
Or Ima perish/
That’s not exaggeration/
My heart is in the music/
But soft can make the payments/ 
Rock up and make double/
Stay low don’t make trouble/
embolden by their all statements/ 
I’ll flip this and get paid/
and maybe I’ll get a mansion/
on homeless shit anyway/

when they see me in the streets/
It’s a fucking celebration/
gang of big steppers/
Put in cracks inside the pavements/
empty out the register/
don’t even think I’m playing/
cause we real life hungry/
Gets i
can’t everybody be trappers/
cant everybody rap/
But adara do both/
Outside we boom the ave/
When they see me in the trap/
the fiends all get a treat/
I’m the outliar/
Outta box so fuck your niche/
Can’t stop I rather die/
Just Kill ‘em he won’t quit/
don’t question or ask why?/
Perplexed by all this ice/
a vest and a beratta/
it’s dangerous play nice/
And paper on my mind/
I’m stuck in these confines/
Of constantly moving time/

Duality - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

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Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: 
When I get my chance/
Id buy some cribs and charge them rent/
 look into their soul/
Darker than window tint/
adara gotta go/
And darling you can’t pretend/
Or try and fit their mold/
They’ll influence you to quit/
Continue on your journey/
And one day they will admit/
Just exactly who you are or who you coulda been/
i know this life is hard/
still the world will spin/
and no one give a fuck about the money you don’t spend/
I was on the block, but that ain’t part of who I am/
I was writing hooks way before I walked/
Yeah I ran/
I was in the streets with no shoes/
Like Iran/
so if you sleep in the explosion/
You gon die or lose a limb/
They want inside my mind/
My shine gon turn them blind/
In time, So still I rhyme/

it’s fine, it’ll happen/
For me, I’ve had the feeling for a while/
Dont pay them no mind/
They gon talk about your style/
they just hate that you dream/
and get depressed by your smile/
It’s just as fake as it seems/

Its fine, it’ll happen for you/
I’ve had the feeling for a while/
And i think that’s it’s true/
They gon talk about your style/
But what it got to do with you/
they get depressed by your smile/
I thought you knew ?/
They want you to see you lose/

They’d hate to see you win/

Intimidated by the shine, radiating from within 

I hope you get that pressure of your shoulders/
Heaven only knows, that you always carry boulders/
when the war is raging, it’ll change you to a soilder/
when everything is dead, it’s hard to keep yourself sober/
When everyone is poor/
It’s hard to find that door/
Or even get the key/
To change your life to more/
I hope that you believe/
I know just what in store/



So maybe I’ll proceed to the greatest I can be/
Or the greatest that seen/
When I come up on the scene/
I told my self to breathe/
It’s whats destined for me/
And it’s just what I’ll do/
Exactly just what I’ll do/

I almost died more times I can count/
and somehow I still made it/
Yeah Still made it out/
Still, don’t wear shoes in the house/
Cause it’s been a long time and i never had a couch/
Chill, don’t stress to much on the clout/
cause your purpose way bigger than an app/
bigger than the lies/
Don’t buy into the cap/
Follow what’s inside/
And one day I’ll be back/

Billy Pilgram - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

Fuck It ft. 8BitJ - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

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Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: 
And at the red light/
Chevy suburban, with foggy headlights/
heard they were talking/
And scheming to get they bread right/
I was always walking/
They driving, maybe they better off/
Thought about robbing and stealing/
And if it’s worth it/
light change to green/
Tires schreech in the distance/
Bullets fly by/
3 shots but they missed me/
I guess I get to live another day/
Fuck it/
Ima get a flip rap check/
Cop a bucket/
Ima do it big/
Cop a crib in the country/
Get it how you live/
Out the way the cant touch me/
Couldn’t been decayed on the street/
No one coming/
But I’m still living/

Im from the 47th bitch im built different/
Still sipping purple/
Even though it kill people/
keep a small circle we are not equal/


They swear the of relation/
Intruding conversation/
The fusion Im providing/
Just like Procreation/
Don’t approach/
If you got no motivation/
And if your music whack/
That ima just change the station/
Im on a mission/ Liam neason taken/
a piece of me conflicted/

but when I beat it up don’t complain that your belly aching/
and when you see me out/
Or when you see me rapping/
Keep my name up out your mouth/
If you boyfriend bout that static/
Than I guess we gotta wrap ‘‘em up/
I peeped ‘em dragging feet/
I don’t think they catching up/
Scared buay retreat when they peep/
Mans bad as us/
I told that hoe to leave/
Cause her story wasn’t adding up/
What the fuck you think I’m adara/
bitch batter up/

$1.47 - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

Highway 69

We Don't Call It Soccer

The guitar in the wedding is this: https://youtu.be/JfBuhUR6yo8?si=yHXqj5d0hpqiS8PE
This is used under fair use because this work is not monetized and I would encourage you to go watch that lovely video and sing along with it!

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