Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
I ain’t one for introductions like this shit ain’t change 
Cause we still the same kids making bigger mistakes
And it’s still the same rap, just a different page
See those were choices that I made like I take from my idols
And wanting them as rivals, repetition of a cycle 
Like watch me rap about how I’m sipping Hennessy 
And rhyme it with the fact that it’s helping me with enemies 
And shooting shots a remedy? I call that no bars, no bars?
And by far, the best tape since So Far Gone
I’m too calm you can’t prove wrong 
Cause Ye told me you could still be who you wish you is
And sometimes I wonder if somebody’s told him 
What does a man do when he’s feeling heaven sent?
Cause when I’m losing it is when I’m picking up a pen
Don’t wanna make a song that I’ll look at and regret 

(Hook) (x2)
Like who gon play a mixtape with no fucking hits?
Like who gon play a mixtape that won’t make a list? 

(Verse 2)
So I’m back in my bullshit, circle that I’ve been with
Recorded in a park and I’ve always known since 
When we made It’s a Start, now I dream of Dilla flows
Dealing prose on a drum loop, Donuts I suppose
So before the curtains close, know I put it in the open
In the hopes you’d notice, or in the hopes you’d focus 
Cause my heart’s on my sleeve but don’t ever doubt you own it
My rap ain’t a profession
Just a childish obsession 
I know some people out there that abusing all my friendship
I know some people out there that ain’t even worth a mention 
Just some people that are busy upset over transgressions
That all happened in the past but I guess we won’t forget it
We never really know when the call will be the last
So in reality it’s memories that write my raps
And I drank too much Malibu the same is on rotation
I’m playing all the records that inspired me for greatness 
The dreams that I make it, so I hardly tend to sleep
So if I’m not your favorite why don’t we take another drink
Just to think about when I said fuck an apology
Roses just to thank you all for this tragedy
Always be an intro, it’s the same old story
And pretending that you care has me prepped for the glory
Nothing blossoms in Winter then I can’t wait for Spring
I’ll be forever lost in the songs that I ink

(Hook)(x2)

(Verse 3)
I made it this far running from all of my problems
And not knowing how to solve em, always falling like it’s autumn 
But I’m starting at the bottom, that’s concrete foundation
I made it off the pavement, the come up from the basement 
So even if I’m faithless I just ask that you believe in me 
Even if I don’t become the person that you want to see
Even if I’m not the person that you always thought I’d be 
Even when they question what it is that you see in me

Lost In Spring (prod. Lucid)

Lyrics: 

(Hook) (x2)
Up against the world and I got it figured out
Like when I’m spitting lines I do better not to shout
Shoutout to the bitches when all they do is doubt
I’ve been talking all that stupid shit is all that I’m been about


(Verse 1)
Busy treating mirrors like they were a fan base 
I ain’t feel divine grace, I don’t seem to find praise
Trynna redefine great, trynna refine pace
Sometimes I even question if I’m even in the right place
Then I remember some lame motherfuckers 
Whose only past time is to blame motherfuckers
Like sorry you got played by the game motherfucker 
Oh wait, no I’m not, we ain’t the same motherfucker 
Don’t know what I became when I got so far ahead
It’s feature of the fact that I’m not afraid of death
Cause I don’t owe shit, I ain’t doing it again
And from here on out I don’t recognize debts
It’s what I meant when I said that I’m glad I’ve changed
If you paid attention then I ain’t been the same
I ain’t constrained, cause I’m finding different lanes
And I’m whippin’ through the city to forget all of the pain

(Hook) (x2)

(Verse 2)
Cocky piece of shit with the record to prove it
Only thing you’re good at making is your excuses
I’m feeling like Jaden, more than the music,
I went and got jaded, the way that I use it
It’s premeditated, the numbers inflated 
To feel like you made it, we all in admiration
Like “damn you’re the greatest 
Thank god you came around cause the game needed saving
Solidified your placement in our top five
And now we all debate if you’re the greatest alive 
Or of all time,” but the greats fall off
When I arrive, it gets cold like the cut off
Enjoying my shine, this is my fucking show 
And motherfuckers doomed like I’m on stones throw
Feel free to criticize cause the way I flow slow
Play that part and catch up cause I been here solo

(Hook) (x2)

Against The World (prod. FALLEN)

Lyrics: 

(Verse 1)
I never really could wear instability well
But I just do my best to hide it but I know you can tell
See I know a girl, my favorite act, the way she pretends to care
I tell myself that it’s never fair
I knew a girl, my favorite act, seemingly ain’t care
Tell her that I’m well aware
We met again the other day
Colors and shapes when you saw my face
We speak for a moment till it all fades away
And I leave in that moment but I’m stuck in that place 
Or I’m stuck in that day, like portraits on some Portra 400
Took a while to be adjusted to the life that I chose 
Where I’m still on the bus, like that one outro
I guess this kind of rap is over-saturated
Who am I to make a series on saturation?
Better yet I’ve probably written one too many interludes

And sometimes that just don’t rhyme
Sometimes I think it’s time to put down the pen and try and reconnect with those I left behind
But I can’t grab the past, I can only look ahead 
Even if it’s all pretend, like the things that we said
I guess I’m scared to choose between love and my music
So I’m sorry that in the end you still listen to my music
I’m sorry that we had love just for us to finally lose it
But while I try to find myself I don’t wanna abuse it 
On the other hands there’s moments where I don’t know what I’m doing
Where I go out just to prove that I can do it
I had the time to meet a girl, shy about her music
And I wonder how I come across, ashamed it’s therapeutic
If I’m not truthful why would you even hear it?
And if it’s not useful to you would you even come near it?
If my hobby’s chasing dreams then it’s all that I do,
You ask me what’s another to an already few?
I told her Spring’s the best time for temporary lovers
We can wait untill the summer when it’s too hot for the covers
Or when life isn’t so cluttered, hopefully it comes easily

But no so easily where we question if we love each other equally
Or if we’re here cause it came conveniently

Just admiring the scenery of people breaking evenly  
We’re just people breaking evenly,
And maybe that’s where we need to be

My Favorite Act (prod. Jia)

Lyrics:

(Hook) (x2)
Dealing with snakes how could I blame Eve?
Like it’s about to be my time, wouldn’t you leave?
I believe in my music like gospel
Finding salvation at the bottom of a bottle

(Verse 1)
Going first and second for the bars to last
Don’t play games with me boy cause I’m far too advanced
You never had a chance, like I’m miles ahead
It got me feeling like Davis, Miles Ahead
I needed time to breath like I lost myself
And I’ve been looking for change, trynna drown in wealth
But the best that I have is a dream to sell
But best believe that that motherfucker top shelf
I stocked it myself, you could say I raised the bar
I guess it caught their eyes from afar
I’m trynna be on par with those that busy rocking nations
I can’t watch a throne when it’s easier to take it
That’s just me talking whole lot of bullshit
On some rainy day shit
Truth is my holy grail was never the blueprint
If music’s my religion I’m just following the profit

(Hook)(x2)

(Verse 2)
Fell in love with a facade like it’s my favorite habit
Drums are like applause, so I finally started rapping
Tell myself I ain’t coming back, convinced that I had it
Till I finally realized that I ain’t ever fucking have it
And this is just a prelude, already it’s tragic
And this is just a mixtape, already it’s a classic
Cause I went and detached myself from every single thing
Now how could I not want every single thing?
Another drink, a few rings, and a crown that shows I’m king
Of a genre that I’m better at with every new Spring 
That’s the thing, that I study every facet
And every absence is dictated by a different tangent
See practice makes perfect but I’m perfect in my practice
The sixteen’s a bracket, that you ain’t even reach yet
My fifteen minutes that you ain’t even seen yet
The garden fruitless, so I don’t even see threats

(Hook)(x2)

(Verse 3)
I’d ask how you’d do it but I know I can’t afford it
I spent some mistakes on songs that I’ve recorded
I’ve determined I’mma shine even outside the limelight
I get the lines right when the rhymes write
That’s low-hanging fruit but all of mine have been ripe
Could you really blame me for the way I chase vice? 
When the beat hits it’s always been painless
Those that inspired me told me not to save it

Eve (prod. False Ego)

Lyrics: 

(Verse 1)
Never spoke my mind till the beat got played, 
And I jotted my all my thoughts, I have so much to say,
And so everything changed so that it could stay the same
I could never be afraid of the choices I make,
Remain determined to chase after the sunset
Sunrise never came and I ain’t done shit yet
Cause we act like degenerates, nevermind regrets 
I have cassettes that I play, a heartbreak debt
I’m owed peace of mind, the way I gave a piece of mine
I always tell myself you won’t get signed off one line
Like I ain’t make this in 10 days, it took 20 years
Accumulated fears, emotions like a souvenir
Put in the open just for judgment from my peers
But what should I expect from those that never came near?
What’s the point of writing bars that you ain’t ever gon hear?
When everybody left, me? I stayed right here

(Verse 2)
Told her I’d be back, before the light goes
That was some time ago, I can only be grateful 
Tomorrow’s for forever, I already miss April
Don’t wanna be another rapper on a c-list label
Strawberry season, know that everything is temporary
Now independent is the best I’ll ever be
Like Yours Truly, I got 2020 vision
That’s foresight blinded by all my ambition
I never listened unless it was put on an instrumental
I guess I’d call that instrumental, how could I settle? 
I don’t question destiny 
Like Camp, the audience is everybody
But maybe all I do is hope that you would love it
And what it cost me was more than the budget
And when it comes to what I write I put nothing above it
The writing feels sacred, nothing else is above it

Nothing else is above it.

Tomorrow's For Forever (prod. Bliss)

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
I always fall in love like I don’t know the reason
And once in a lifetime, the days are uneven
I've made and lost friends in the same damn season
Like god damn, we were barely three weeks in 
I can’t stress bullshit, taking up my hours
Have a whole garden and still want another flower
Love will break your heart as if it was an 808
But this love is westside, so who are you to hate? 
And if we get the chance to talk again I’d ask about the sunsets, are they still the same?
Been a long time since I’ve been in LA 
Come winter it’ll be someone else, saying she’s obsessed with the beat
Like the lyrics are good, she’s obsessed with the beat
And room for improvement when the story repeats?
Caught up in nostalgia, man, the feeling is sweet
Is their room for improvement when the story repeats?

(Verse 2)
Every night I feel like I should’ve done more
And she’s keeps on asking me, what is it I’m dreaming for
Pages on the floor
Notes in the lines with groups, no less than four
And what am I really rapping for?
I piece together metaphors
If you don’t love me then just lie to me, I don’t know anymore
Grass is greener on the other side, you consider for a bit
That it doesn’t really matter if you get there and don’t water it 
That's just part of it
Like Jon you’re the only one that really started this
You're the one who always wanted this
Always chasing love until you get caught up in it
Like what are you trying to forget?
Another rap about cassettes?
And maybe we’re just kids, and she says I need a hobby
I turned and called it love, in reality it’s coffee
In reality, reality is everything I thought it’d be

Room for Improvement (prod. B. Young)

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
See the world is what the world once was
And perhaps there’s less in it cause there’s now more of us
I was happy to read Nietzsche but I blinked and I missed him
So do you wanna be happy or just different?
Is it your excuse to explain being distant?
The wind up bird sings despite lacking existence 
The two moons float without each other’s assistance
How are you a saint? Won’t you teach me Vincent?
Still on Murakami, got no time for the rest
And what is time anyways, divine intellect?
And we are all attributes of what God manifests
Existence is His essence who are we to protest?
And is it really ethical to say we’re all god?
At least it brings comfort knowing that we’re all flawed
But if I don’t believe in Him, then we’re all frauds?
Congrats on all your reasoning that I can’t applaud
I can’t blame the meditator asking what we are
I guess it goes to show how we’ve come so far
And nah I’m just kidding, still the same old bullshit
God out your equation, and we’ll see if it still sticks
If it’s in our nature to be strange tools
Then I hope to organize myself with pro tools
A template of ourselves comes in every mood
And the way I make art, no exception to the rule
A method to the madness in the madness that I craft
Cause the verse is Shakespearean but I’m the whole cast
I’ll stab you in the park for the sake of that bench
And ignoring regret, that's all I have left
So what did we learn after shooting the elephant 
Oppression over territory still seems prevalent
We’re all equal right? That’s what we’ve all shown
Guess our father shouldn’t have let us in the forest on our own
Especially with that rifle man, He really should’ve known
He had so much faith likely greater than our own
Our death is inevitable, the damage irreparable
The writing on the wall was quite illegible
We’re all poor players on this poorly lit stage
So won’t you light a candle for a slightly brighter flame
My heart is too dark for any hopes of real change
And the light will burn out when they soon forget my name
So please forget my name, won’t you please forget my name
Please forget the fame, won’t you please ignore the game
Please adjust your aim, won’t you place the proper blame 
Won’t you ever understand that there’s no truth to ascertain 
So please forget my name, won’t you please forget my name? [x3]
But don’t forget me

A Ruby Yacht Application (Re: My Name) (prod. YSP)

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Ever since I started I made the raps prolific 
Like how could I fail when I’m my biggest critic?
To be more specific,
I got lost in metaphysics and the lack of specifics
I mastered my aesthetics
So no disrespect Mac, but I disagree
Them abstract raps that I made for free
They might just get me paid, at the very least laid
I spent money making songs asking to be saved
I spent all my nights playing all these great records
Wondering how to write something like these great records
They say a village makes hip-hop, I haven’t found my home
I’ve been on the road, that seemed paved in gold
In the search of my soul
But what am I to do when there’s nowhere left to go?
The only closure found is when the lights go
There’ll be no one left to know
The greatest songs I made, they were products of my lows

(Hook)
They told me that the dream I was sold
Was a part of the lies that I chose
And this shit goes fast when the present is the past, I do my best to take this shit slow
And the wealth is a part of the goal
Hand of God, why would I ever fold?
So the only thing that I could ever need, is everything that I’ve been owed

(Verse 2)
I’ve been rapping for a minute 
And my fear isn’t failure, I just fear how I’ll react to it
I’ve seen my idols fall off the pedestal
Like how’d they get repetitive? They used to be ahead of you
Who am I to judge? I don’t have that kind of revenue
Sometimes it pays to change when they telling you the credits due
What’s a stream worth when it’s Tidal making waves?
Like you could have love but instead you chose fame
And you never got fame so instead you chose pain
So much time on an intro, nothing was the same
Just a slave to the process, the progress, the concepts
The fact that this shit will never make Complex
But somehow, we still find, the time for the nonsense
There I go complaining like the same shit I hate 
Like how can I speak on the game and it’s state,
When my own fucking name doesn’t carry any weight?

(Hook)
Yeah they told me the dream I was sold
Was a part of the lies that I chose
And this shit goes fast when the present is the past I just do my best to take this shit slow
And the wealth is a part of the goal
Hand of God, why would I ever fold?
So the only thing that I could ever need, is everything that I’ve been owed

(Verse 3)
Saying I should change, like the rap is monotone
But I paint how I paint, man my art is monochrome 
And when will you accept that I’m not what you suppose?
But far fucking different with the flow
I’m gonna make what I wanna hear in this motherfucker 
Why be another rapper, I could change this motherfucker
Success to me is you thinking this is what rap should be
Being underground is impact outside the industry
We are who we say we are, beginnings of a legacy
At some point I’ll accept that this is who I wanna be.

Jon Ochoa