G-Eazy "The Outsider" released: 3/31/2011

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Waspy ft. Tennis

@teeawgo
@soulpandemia

I don’t miss you’s what I say
but it feels like yesterday
every time I see your face
I remember yesterday

I love you’s you used to say
I forget how it all changed
when I feel like shit today
 I remember yesterday

I say that I don’t miss you at all
Do you remember all the times I put my fist through the wall?
In reality I think that most of it was my fault
I had moments where I wish I'd never kissed you at all

Other times I held my phone and really wished you would call
Didn’t think a guy like me could ever get you to fall
In love, I was pretty lucky to be with you at all
I don’t think I was equipped for the issue to solve

All the crying that I caused made the tissue dissolve
I’d just shrug it off, scoff, you’d continue to bawl
Swear to god you were my world, my decisions revolved
I regret I didn’t listen, couldn’t give you resolve

resolve resolve
yesterday is gone my friend
been down that road it's a dead end
my dumbass drove with the tank past e
fill up, same trip that i made last week

still winning the streak for the
most saddest human being
only sleeps, coma
rude awakening
birds scream be grown up
but he's stuck
depression feeling like it's ebola

i tell myself it'll better once i find her
whoever the fuck she is, conduct a blind search
never again reminisce, yeah you got my word
word but just one last drive first
shit


Yesterday - Andrew Clay feat. THIAGO (prod. Soul Pandemia)

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









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but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

lovin u (prod. purpan)

lovin u by atlas (prod, purpan) cover by Jake Marczak

9213 <3

produced by @jhfly

lyrics:

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile
(x2)

i guess...

i've got a letters that i've written
a few of them i'm tempted to incinerate
they tend to pile up around my desk
at the frequency of sadness and dinner plates
it's easy to get lost inside of memories
it's harder to pretend that isn't bothersome
you told me 'bout your favorite kinds of flowers
so i went to the market and i got you some

i didn't even break down when i left my house
i didn't even get anxious when i went out
you know the words never sound quite right when they leave my mouth
but, darling, just finish your tea, and we'll go lay down
we can go lay down

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile

flowers ep

chamomile (prod. jhfly)

The one and only single from Nice Colors, a joint EP by me @atwood, @wzrd-island, and @biskwiq, DROPPING MAY 17TH!!

Produced by @wzrd-island and @biskwiq

Mixed by @biskwiq and @ibr

Cover art by @biskwiq

Nice Colors

Find My Way

Listen on Spotify

LYRIC VIDEO HERE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rISjryUzNSY

Check out @atwood, @wzrd-island, and @biskwiq

All songs produced by @wzrd-island and @biskwiq

All tracks mixed by @biskwiq

Cover art by @biskwiq

9213 <3

yung kubu

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