Beat Produced by Psychic
Written/Recorded/Mixed by Roymac

LYRICS:
Just left home, already they all forgot the name.
Think before you act cause in seconds you know a lot can change.
Just let go, already forgot to operate.
Dysfunctional appendage, I get it when people walk away.
If they don't get a percentage you watch the possie fade.
They try to mess with your image when on the top of game.
You pay attention to digits, you got a lot to gain.
You never hear me mention my riches, I got it locked away.
Trust nobody, what they taught me as a youngen.
How are you supposed to know a smile means nothing?
To know I might need tuck it under my lousy belt
and have to pull it for life. Judging? Worry about yourself.
Its a cold cold world, you got to find the tropics,
but as soon as you land you got some quiet pockets.
Tell me got to work with the hand that I been dealt,
but every time I get a chance I just damage it might as well give up.
I'm tired of tryna make additions.
Been trying so hard to make a difference.
Everyone that enters my life, they try to take a pinch of
everything that entered my life. Am I behaving different?
Make me feel some type of way when seeing baby pictures.
I know I'm not the same. I'm getting way too intimate,
but like a ray I wanna shine some light upon the fact
I'm grateful for my mom and dad,
but I'm the only common attachment
between what's wrong with that.
I'm slowly moving on from past.
Catch me in my dungeon alone with a pack of rotten rats.
I'm sitting in a puddle of roaches scratching off my scabs.
I'm just too damn hopeless.
Wait pause. Run it back.
Hopeless, but know this, I keep moving forth.
Cope with erosion and sleep thru the storm.
Focus your motives. It's weak to be warm
when their homies that poke just to eat with a fork.
I told you I'm deep in this war.
I'm colder than sleet when it pours.
Not boasting, just loathing you hedons and whores
that be toasting to homeless and reap the rewards.
Its atrocious. Disgusting must say.
You must notice. Shit you must entertain.
The fact that you holding enough of the grain
to give back to the road, but you tuck it in safe.
Why you think they cause a ruckus up in Minnesota?
Rather watch the city crumble than be hit for quotas.
Protect the people with the money. What about the rest?
You leave it up to guns, and roses every house, on every step.
Didn't even know the gun was loaded. Doubted threat.
Now they see me rolling. Done with holding out regrets.
Like a PETA post, I'm hunching over, out of breath.
Thinking about the people close. The ones that hold it down to death.

Forty Ate (pro. Psychic)

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All songs written/recorded/mixed by Roy Mac

Image Of Now

www.dylanhansen47.com
OPEN YOUR MIND.

-47-

SMOKE MY ASHES (Prod. by $uijin)

SAMWISE - 80mph

I do not own original song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvxagNIBVLU

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Paul Anka (Floreyyyy Remix)

run forrest run.

thank you to everyone who helped
produced by: @cloakbeats
filmed & edited: @jeremiahchowfilms
directed by: @partyanimalla

Forrest (Prod. by CloakBeats)

Beat Produced by WHYZY

Recorded at Roymac Records

Mixed/Masted by WHYZY

If you have any questions or concerns please email roymac.mgmt@gmail.com

LYRICS:
its SJC and WHYZY
coming at you like the rescue team with high beams
but i might need a little more light
please allow me to try
and i promise that ill never waste a second of your time
promise that i never meant to make a mess of what is right
momma said dont let em get to you dont ever start a fight
when they getting in your head just let em know youre not the type
to let a petty bitch get in the way of livin life
though i told ya that im over the exposure
so why u coming at me like im asking you for closure
i dont know ya
i dont want ya fucking poster
i dont want a single thing that u been pulling out ya toaster
shit is grosser than the bottom of some hobo toes
getting closer to the bottom of the ocean flows
i wont go til im murdered or i overdose with no clothes on
waiting for the day to expose my own photons

why is everybody hiding behind me
look into my eyes and remind me
i am not a pine tree
i am not the person to align the
different shapes and pattern flying all around ya mind please
stop and take a second to remember all the times
we didnt have a penny no we didnt have a dime
but never did it matter all the laughter kept out minds off it
nowadays i think id rather take a nap in my coffin

stuck just like a sitting duck but im never giving up
what i gotta do to make you realize im sick as fuck
what i gotta do to make you realize the truth
to feel the lies and deal with guys that say tomatoes not a fruit
on the table theres the proof
in the stable theres the hooves of horses
big enough to move ya corpses after tryna shoot
after tryna make em forfeit
ya you really tried to for em of the courses
think you need to check ya sources
need to get it done before it reaches anything important
getting dark so like the torches or you might fall into gorges
you might trip over different kinda sticks that they been fixing in the mixing
time is tocking off the clock but i dont listen to the ticking
shit is wicked
make you feel the need to stand when you been sitting
you the man to make the wishes wanna come to terms with living
wanna come to life tonight
you need to slow down the sippin
need to go out and get it
i got no doubt ya with it

Out My Shell

Nap In My Coffin

LOSS

Beat Produced by WHYZY w/ Bass from Del Fino

Recorded, Mixed/Mastered at Roymac Records

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