firee

1. manic episode of random structure, transposed vocals and off-tone instrumental to simulate something is wrong

2. panic, anxiety attack simulation through heart beat sounds and sampled breathing. everything that makes me lay awake at night.

3. the aftermath of a panic attack and the thoughts of realization and sorrow post episode

4. a conversation between friends of their hardships and inner thoughts about the situation they've been thtough

lapse w/ alain

acme

hysteria

7 reasons why you hate yourself

sorry for the wait 

Lyrics:

Don’t make it complicated
Gotta go do my thing no matter if you hate it but it’s not up for debate now fuck a conversation 
I don’t care. It’s not my fault that you have grown complacent 

but Lately I been wishing it was over
Losing my patience can’t keep my composure  
I gotta get this weight off of my shoulders 
Said it will be alright that’s what I told her but I lied
Yeah I been wishing it was over 
Losing my patience can’t keep my composure  
I gotta get this weight off of my shoulders 
Said it will be alright that’s what I told her but I lied yeah I been wishing it was 

Shut up, don’t tell me to hold on 
We’ve been stuck here for too long 
How can I tell her to move on?
Bitch get out my crib put your clothes on 
I cannot trust anybody or love anybody like fuck everybody 
I don’t want to talk to that bitch bout her hobbies 
You say that love me but what it’s about me 
I don’t wanna talk it out
You never wanna tell me what the fuck is wrong
You never wanna tell me what’s going on
So I don’t give a fuck about your missing calls 
I don’t even think that we could get along
I don’t like your friends tell em “fuck them all”
Yeah, one last ride and I’m getting off 

cuz Lately I been wishing it was over
Losing my patience can’t keep my composure  
I gotta get this weight off of my shoulders 
Said it will be alright that’s what I told her but I lied
Yeah I been wishing it was over 
Losing my patience can’t keep my composure  
I gotta get this weight off of my shoulders 
Said it will be alright that’s what I told her but I lied yeah I been wishing it was

complicated

complicated (prod. joshwa)

a little gift i guess. i love yall. all of these songs r either unreleased or just unfinished ideas i will probably never finish.

INNO (kimj zac greer dwork)

one more to go

lyrics:
don’t even talk to me
I don’t want your time, don’t want your company
you’re too busy switching sides, it don’t mean nun to me
you’re just so damn suffocating, make it hard to breathe
don’t even talk to me
2x

Just stay quiet don’t say a word
Don’t try to talk to me now cuz you were silent before
And I don’t pick up the phone cuz ima settle the score
You make it complicated, I don’t wanna do this no more
Yeah I been on the same shit but you been on some lame shit
I don’t think you ever gave a fuck so why you changing?
the way you come around now let’s me know you ain’t shit
I don’t think we’ll ever get along and that’s the main thing
You don’t get it, you’re the problem
You can never solve em
How you talkin down on me knowing you’re at the bottom
You’ll do anything to flaunt sum
Bet you thought you got one
You can find me on the top floor, tell em all that I won
I’m never hearing you out
I know you’re hearing me now
You tried to figure me out but now you’re stuck in denial
You weren’t here for awhile but now you’re stressing out
Don’t bother sticking around, don’t ever try to fucking

talk to me
don’t want your time, don’t want your company
you’re too busy switching sides, it don’t mean nun to me
you’re just so damn suffocating, make it hard to breathe
don’t even talk to me
2x

switching sides (prod. joshwa)

lyrics:

I don't give a fuck bout nun
I'm gone in like 3 2 1
To the next place
To the next thing
I don't give a fuck bout them
x2

Yeah, I think you should care less
These people not worth your time or your last breath
Yeah, it don't even make sense
Cuz you care about them but they care bout your damn bread
Toxic, bitch I'm counting money till my hands break
Yeah, I don't give a fuck about a handshake
I know you don't give a fuck about me, that's a fake face
You don't got to say another word, keep the damn change
Yeah, I let the phone ring
Like 3-4 times till I feel like fucking moving
Like who you fooling
You can try to play it cool but I know you're fuming
Yeah, I don't wanna waste my time on something that don't mean nun to me
Yeah, I don't wanna waste my high on someone who's gon take my time and leave
I got to shut off the phone
I got people calling that I don't even know
Now you're talking too much, better lower your tone
Bitch I'm good by myself keep it under control

I don't give a fuck bout nun
I'm gone in like 3 2 1
To the next place
To the next thing
I don't give a fuck bout them
x2

apathetic (prod. okayjml)

produced by vercettiprada

lyrics: 

only call me when you need sum
I’m not returning a call bitch I never need them
I said fuck em only need me and my money
I don’t need a threesome
you busy hatin on the net, I don’t think you bitches ever been loved

I done made bout 50 bands chillin in my bedroom
Plan on making 50 more chillin in the same room
I know that’s something you can’t do
Honestly baby I can’t lose
I know I said that before but now it’s sum I can prove

tell me where the fuck you at
where the fuck you been
tell me what’s the word
told me chase that fucking bag
Put in that work
And the world is yours
Told you that I never lack 
But I fucking did 
Bag up on the floor 
Yk imma bring it back
Stuff it in my bag
Bring it back home

call failed

from “year of the cat” 


lyrics:

u keep on fucking my head up
I’m fucking my bread up
he try to do it like me but he can’t
he know that I’m better
you know I been low I been broke
shit got me fed up
u keep on fucking around
i know the time finna catch up

u know ima run it back
run it up again
run up a bag, we gon get it in
we gon get it no matter where we is
i done made a bag, ima make it flip
ima make it double, ima make it twin
ima make it triple, baby I’m the shit
i don’t need to dribble just to make it in
i can fucking rap I can fucking sing
tell me why the fuck wouldn’t I talk shit?
tryna put my momma in a fucking crib
brand new wheels put her in a whip
ima keep it pushing bitch I need a hit
ima keep on cooking til it’s ready bitch
I’m not in a hurry bitch I know I’m him
they been tryna ask me where the fuck I been 
i been in my room tryna make an M

it’s fucking my head up
I’m fucking my bread up
he tryna do it like me but he can’t
he know that I’m better
you know I been low I been broke
shit got me fed up
u keep on fucking around
i know the time finna catch up

fed up (new jazz idk)

song is by otuka, he just deleted it so i reuploaded it 😈

Lyrics:

(I'm just procrastinating)

As long as it's you, I don't care
As long as it's with you, I don't care
As long as it's with you
Don't care what it is, as long as it's with you
As long as it's you

Do you hear me, my dear?
I'm calling for you
I'll give up my fear, and step away from my room
Step away my safe place, my comfort is you
My heart's not in the same place when it comes to you
(When it comes to you)

As long as it's you, I don't care
As long as it's with you, I don't care
As long as it's with you
Don't care what it is, as long as it's with you
As long as it's you

darling

otuka - darling

thx for 200K monthly on spotify!!

I don’t really like to talk unless it’s worth my while
don’t feel right anytime I smile
jaw been locked for a gawdamn while
u changed up the way I change my sound
I’m too RAW, hittin like smackdown
punch-in like Rock (Lee), drunken fist style
in due time they’ll give me flowers

better put some respect on me
try to catch up, u gon need a whole damn team
the way I drop now I don’t even let them breathe
not a single mf who could play in my league

thought I told you tell me your regrets
the greed you hold inside ur chest
don’t self destruct I’m not against you
I’m tryna get inside ur head

it don’t even make sense to me
they don’t even wanna talk to me
won’t even acknowledge me
(no they won’t, no they won’t now)

I’ve been fighting tooth and nail
til my skin is running pale
til I’m on my last inhale
til I got nothing left to share

drunken fist style

🎁

lyrics: 

u know I can’t help u, u can’t help yourself
go head fix ur attitude, u can go to hell
don’t act like I’m a friend of u, must be someone else
go and put ur fucking head to use and the way u felt

yea yea 

kick back
don’t give no fuck
bout her, bout him
put ur head down
get them bucks
for u, not them
tell that bitch there ain’t no us
just i, just me 

u really know how to kill the vibe, the mood
this bitch never match my groove 
can’t waste my time on u
hit me like “what’s the move”
bitch hit me like “what u doing?” ah
“what u got going on? 
“I’m tryna get along”
“I won’t do u wrong”

I’m kicking that bitch out the door uh
she cannot kick it with me
why u acting like u know sum
u not apart of the team yea
bitch I know I don’t owe u none
u never done shit for me yea
talkin bout u gon blow sum

u not doing shit to me
that’s straight blasphemy
my brodie gon blast for me
my brother gon clash for me uh huh

u ain’t got no one to do shit for u
I wouldn’t fuck with u either, fix ur attitude 
fix ur- uh fix ur- uh
fix ur attitude
huh huh huh huh huh
fix ur attitude
huh huh huh huh huh
fix ur attitude
huh huh huh huh huh
fix ur attitude

attitude

reupload. someone took it upon themselves to upload "eyelids" to all platforms as their own song and in turn, my upload of my own original song was copyright striked and taken down automatically. this is the same song just slightly pitched down. if it stays up without issue, enjoy.

produced by never forever


lyrics:

i know that i'm clouded
hope the sun shines someday upon me
I’ll open my eyelids
and see what I was missing 
cause my mind was so weak
crack open a smile for all the times I couldn’t speak
my mind

it don’t even matter, never lost faith in it
now I make a little pape with it
fuck around make a name with it
this a cold brew with some pain in it
now the boy got some age in em
same book but the page different
set a bookmark but it kept flipping on me
I’m running outta time

call failed

jades

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