call me

Zone

2. Land Of Ooo (LEMONHOPE)(prod. Ross Gossage)

Cover Art: Vanessa Digital
Producer: PK

LYRICS:  
She want to get in my car ride away and forget it
She want to be with a star, remember when you said it?
She seen me up in the bar and fuck with my aesthetic
She seen me up in the bar and fuck with my aesthetic
You don’t got the shit I have
Pockets fat, ain’t running laps
Sleeping on you, think I’ll nap
And that’s why you fucking mad
Tommy in his fucking bag
I’ll make you glitch I’ll make you lag
Goddamn my bitch so fucking bad
Moving too quick I’ll throw a flag

Feel like I’m hiking my homie is a walking stick
“My flow you biting” I feel like Yoda, you a bitch
I feel enlightened when I’ve been lighting on the spliff
I heard he fighting well I ain’t frightened, got a switch
I think you lying, I saw it live like it was Twitch
Listening to my writing, I saw you crying over it
Saw you crying over it, oh my god
Yeah she listening to all my shit, no iPod
We make a movie on the quick, no tripod
And she follow me she think she’s slick, oh bye broad
By the time I’m in the ground, I’ll be n icon
I don’t want to fuck around and call you a bye-gone 

She want to get in my car ride away and forget it
She want to be with a star, remember when you said it?
She seen me up in the bar and fuck with my aesthetic
She seen me up in the bar and fuck with my aesthetic
You don’t got the shit I have
Pockets fat, ain’t running laps
Sleeping on you, think I’ll nap
And that’s why you fucking mad
Tommy in his fucking bag
I’ll make you glitch I’ll make you lag
Goddamn my bitch so fucking bad
Moving too quick I’ll throw a flag

aesthetic (prod. pk)

they wouldn't clear it sooooooo here u go :)

WORK IT (REMIX) feat. Danny Towers, DJ Scheme, & Ski Mask The Slump God

prod. miercoles

LYRICS:
I haven’t thought
For a year now
I haven’t thought
For a year now
I haven’t fought
And I’m real proud
I turn my brain off
With the weed and drink
Trying to tell me what to think
Now I wanna swim until I sink
Yeah I saw your picture, you got ink
You get hotter every blink
You never call we never link
You probably think my music stink
And I promised this all at the rink

At the rink
At the rink
I promised this all at your brink
At you brink
At the brink

Well I’m sorry, I didn’t think
Like could I make it up to you, you think?
We could facetime, we could sync
Like in the daytime, doing thing
And in the late night, we could sing
You got it all wrong like you’re Bing
You got it all wrong like you’re Bing
Talking about it makes it sting
I used to think about a ring

I guess you ain’t feeling me
I guess you ain’t feeling me

Colorado would be nice
Colorado i'll be fine, imma get there
Imma get there
I can't really talk
Secret
Leave it
Make a song about you every day
Yeah I do
It keeps me happy keeps me sane
Make a song about you every day
You want to come over today?
I don’t even know what else to say

I guess you ain't feeling me (feeling me)
I guess you ain’t feeling me (feeling me)
I guess you ain't feeling me

at the rink (throwaway)(p.miercoles)

DAILEY DEMOS 37: GET WELL SOON!

"ihatebadproducertags" by tommy blank 
prod. midnightufo 

(b-b-b-blank on the beat!)
I hate bad producer tags.
I hate bad producer tags.
Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that? 
Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that?

Now I’m jumping off a roof, getting whacked.
Timing don’t matter when you’re running in last.
Might as well shut my eyes,
Now I’m falling, do it for the vine!
Now I’m calling, hit you on your line,
Then you’ll get to hear me go divine!
Do what my will say, ain’t hearing anyone out!
Do what my will say, and go to that mountain in town,
And you sit there and count!
Every second that I won’t be around ya!
Every second, yall don’t want me without ya!
Every second that I won’t be around ya!

I hate bad producer tags. 
I hate bad producer tags. 
Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that? 
Why you gotta ruin my song with all of that? 

Now I’m jumping off a roof, not to brag!
I hate my name nowadays, I can’t read the last one!
So I leave it blank, so I leave it blank, the last one!
Leaving it blank, the last one.
Do you want blank as your last one?

DAILEY DEMOS 37: GET WELL SOON!

JT Dailey

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