CULT CUPS. MIXED BY ARKETEK. PRODUCED BY SUBDAIO.

Hydroplane (Prod. by Subdaio) - JOHN DANIEL

C U L T C U P S

Forgot my jacket, but the brew got my blood cozy 
I’ll catch you lackin, and let my squad split the proceeds
They tell me to hold my head, 2931 Nixon 
Blurred vision, no bitches but a few suspicions 
Abused prescriptions got my neck and limbs gelato
Never slippin, just side steppin all the potholes 
Stunt, habits have my eyes half cast 
Needin paper with faces that had flags half mast 
Woke up, still drunk from the overflow
Playin wit pocket change, I changed up and got cold
Icicles drippin with these snow stained vans
Highs hit like emptied clips at a close range stance
I remember drownin in yoursheets
Took my mind off a year only knowin you for a week 
Understand your independence but the shit frustratin
40s and flannels on me, I could never trust patience 
Tell me the story of that tattoo 
Bitin your bottom lip, vice grip on yo backside too
Bottom line,  I don’t blow up your line
Shes fine, I guess I’l leave it to time
Hyrule magic beans cloudin up my mental 
And hat’s word to bae waitin outside of the Forest Temple
Caged bird vocal chords, cop commas livin comatose
Zipped bags, closed drawers, can’t have that aroma float
Said I switched up like the lights on 
My squad got nuggets the size and color of pythons 
Me and Widikus, don’t forget the ampresand
Keep sleepin hoe, here’s some warm milk and Ambien

Flushed Out (Prod. by LasiK) - JOHN DANIEL

BM JR JR

Left life the new dipset
Sippin ittin sidewayz in a cold sweat
Still tippin, off top, y’all aint a threat
Ain’t a legendary in ya whole deck 
I said my leather so soft, tops drop
Pills got her mind lochness, lockjaw
In a sea of bottle tops gettin topped off
So throwed off the mints in the ziploc
Need tha wrist game Zora’s Domain 
Yup in my white tee,  fuck a Balmain 
In all Starter but I never played a ball game
Iont needa name drop cuz you all lames
BM JR JR, that’s reincarnation 
In all grey lookin like a grave, place ya carnations
Throw a pill in the pink
Fuck what you think, squad cuban linx
Turn a ho to a housewife when I fuck her on the sink
Benzos wit that birdo sprite, limbs tracin, ain’t no fight or flight
Men in blacked my whole night, just let me know everything went alright
Right, talkin different cuz the phone’s tapped
Past crept up but I can’t go back 
Pop star pussy I hit it from the back 
Hands thru my hair but she’s trippin bout a thigh gap
Leftgod Laflare, pop two pills and I just stare


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