B.O.A.T.S (Based on a true story)

Walking these aisles like a school once more
Suits barking orders till my eardrums soar
Got a snitch in the corner trying to play it cool
And a brown noser thinking he's ruling this fool

Over shelves, they whisper secrets untold
While a toxic couple's drama unfolds
Dodging pallets like they're hallway fights
Memories haunting these fluorescent lights

Warehouse Blues like teenage nights
Supervisors in their military types
Snitches and suck-ups in a ruthless game
Toxic lovers just fan the flame

Clocking in feels like detention hall
Supervisors, Eyes scan like a hawk on call
Whispers in the break room spread like wildfire
High school never left me it just got a job title

Those lunch bells are forklifts beeping sound
Rolling through the day like schoolyard ground
Drama in the lockers now boxed in a crate
High school still here only changes the game

Warehouse Blues like teenage nights
Supervisors in their military types
Snitches and suck-ups in a ruthless game
Toxic lovers just fan the flame

Warehouse Blues like teenage nights
Supervisors in their military types
Snitches and suck-ups in a ruthless game
Toxic lovers just fan the flame

Warehouse Blues like teenage nights
Supervisors in their military types
Snitches and suck-ups in a ruthless game
Toxic lovers just fan the flame

Warehouse Blues

We hit the mall with swagger high
Laughter echoing in the sky

But then I saw her standing there
Her eyes could take down any dare

I walked up smooth my charm in hand
My homies watching where they'd stand

I asked her name she gave a glare
And left me hanging standing there

She curved me hard in front of all
Left my ego small like I'm feeling so small

My crew's in stitches can't stop their jokes
Heart's on the line but it's just broke

My friends laughing tears in their eyes
I'm feeling burnt like summer skies

I shake it off but deep inside
My confidence just took a dive

I guess you win some lose some too
But these laughs sting like a tattoo

Next time I move with more cool grace
Or at least I’ll keep a steady face

She curved me hard in front of all
Left my ego small like I'm feeling so small

My crew's in stitches can't stop their jokes
Heart's on the line but it's just broke

Gloria's Time

Curve Me

Gloria Juice YouTube
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[Verse 1]
Yea, Yo, We watching Youtube
I loop a good beat and we rappin stoopid
Into the late night, that's my definition of fun, right?
Spit hot fire, who was it?
That's my dude abu, but like bagels, I butter two sides, runnin' through

[Verse 2]
And they both gave me stank eye
My dude, get back in that boot
Wordplay
Nothing y'all little pupusa heads got used ta
I used ta be a grass leg
Learned some lessons like a class said
I'm a better pro now, so red
I see that red right in my cereal

[Bridge]
I'm cuckoo so, here we go

[Chorus]
We're just some stoopids dancing around
We're just some stoopids joke in the room, and
We're just some stoopids falling down

[Verse 3]
(MMoney Mouth)
Yea, Yo
Hanging out with the homies
Rappin' 'bout stoopid stuff while we're rocking Stussy
And the magic comes out just as we expected it
OMG! Mikes fell in the dog poo
in the dog poo (Surprise)

[Verse 4]
That's the apple of Newton
We're stoopid, but we know we ain't foolish
In the stoop like the house on the front steps
In the house like the stoop loosin' one scent
Salt N Peppa, push it out like a dumb band
Every burn bin a germ turned salmonella
In the end, who's your friend, they a woman felon?
It don't make sense, but it felt right

Stoopid

Some scars tell stories, and JuiceB0X97 is turning his pain into music with his latest single, "Bone Parade." Inspired by a real-life injury when he broke his jaw on Halloween Back In 2012, this track dives deep into the experience—blending haunting melodies with raw lyricism.

With eerie, atmospheric production and hard-hitting beats, "Bone Parade" captures the surreal mix of pain, resilience, and the strange way life can play tricks on you. JuiceB0X97 transforms a moment of hardship into an anthem of strength, reminding listeners that even in the darkest times, there’s a rhythm to keep moving forward.

Whether you’ve faced your own battle scars or just love a track with a gripping backstory, "Bone Parade" is a must-hear—dark, intense, and undeniably powerful.

The moon is high the night is cold
Bones rattle but I ain't sold
The band parade with ghosts and ghouls
I ain't joining I'm no fool

Faces painted masks on tight
Skeletons dance in the neon light
They're marching down the haunted lane
But I'm staying clear of that insane

I don't wanna break my jaw tonight
Tripping over shadows ain't my fight
Staying home where it's safe and sound
While the Bone Parade tears up the town

Witches cackle from the old oak tree
But those spells ain't catching me
Zombies shuffle by my door
But I won't step on that blood-red floor

There's a werewolf howling in the dark
Echoes bounce through the empty park
The band plays on but I keep still
Keeping my teeth and avoiding thrills

I don't wanna break my jaw tonight
Tripping over shadows ain't my fight
Staying home where it's safe and sound
While the Bone Parade tears up the town

Bone Parade - Single

Bone Parade

Unlucky Dee

Silver hair snake slithers close
With a smile it hides the ghost
Trust its tongue you'll pay a fee
Bite your hand then let it be

Promises like honey sweet
Venom drips from every beat
Whispered lies like gentle breeze
Wrap your heart with silent ease

A snake is a snake however it's dressed
Shed its skin but never confess
Watch your back it'll snap
Don't get caught in its trap

Silver hair it shines so bright
Camouflaged in darkest night
Reading eyes can tell no tale
Sugar masks a deadly scale

Don't let the charmers steal your mind
Beneath the glitz deceit you'll find
Cold and cunning slick and sly
One wrong step you're saying goodbye

A snake is a snake however it's dressed
Shed its skin but never confess
Watch your back it'll snap
Don't get caught in its trap

Silver Hair Snake

Why you stay calling my phone
Do I have to block your number
Why you blowing up my phone
Do I have to block your number

Do I have to block your number
Do I have to block your number
Do I have to block your number
Do I have to block your number

You can't see that I'm with her
We be tripping in the Summer
You can't see that I'm with her
We be tripping in the Summer

Do I have to block your number
Do I have to block your number
Do I have to block your number
Do I have to block your number

Girl don't be mad
When you see us
Don't even try
Just leave us

Why you stay calling my phone
Do I have to block your number
Why you blowing up my phone
Do I have to block your number

Block Your Number

9:45, I’m at my desk, mindin’ my biz
Emails, spreadsheets, boss all in my ribs
Phone buzz twice, it’s your name on my screen
Then you text: *“I’m naked... come see what I mean”*

I’m like, *“Baby, not now, I’m tryna stay low”*
Then you FaceTime smilin’, sayin', *“Let it go”*
You bite your lip, turn the cam down slow
And Lord knows, I lost all control

You whisper, “I miss you, wish you were inside”
Got your legs spread wide, baby, I can’t lie
Now I’m sweatin’ in this chair, shiftin’ in my seat
Boss walkin’ by, but you got me in heat

Girl, I can’t think straight, not when you talk like that
Sayin’, “My fingers between my legs, you know where I’m at”
Told me you naked, no bra, no lace
Temptin’ me to leave this place
You sayin’ things that make me sweat through my shirt
How the hell you expect me to focus at work?
Got me whisperin’ “Damn” into my screen
While you moan my name and do filthy things

Now it’s 11:03, and I’m losin' my cool
Tryna act like I ain’t just break every rule
Your voice on the line, soft, breathin' sin
Sayin’, *“I’m touchin’ it slow, where you would’ve been”*

Told me how you miss the way I kiss below
How your thighs tremble when I take it slow
You askin’, *“You still in that tie? That shirt and vest?”*
Then said, *“Bet your dick hard, I can see the stress”*

I slide my chair, hide under the desk
Can’t take it, girl, this ain’t no test
You laughin’ low, sayin’, “You want me bad”
With two fingers in, sayin’, “Daddy, I'm so bad…”

Girl, I can’t think straight, not when you say my name
In that voice that drips like candle flame
Said you sittin’ on the couch, archin’ your back
Told me, *“Imagine that ass in your lap”*
Now I’m tryna leave, callin’ out for lunch
But all I want is your moans and that morning touch
You sayin’ things that got my mind obscene
While I’m tryna act normal on this damn work team

Told me, “If you walk through the door, I’ll be on all fours”
“No panties, no bra, and I’ll leave it unlocked for sure”
I damn near packed up, told my boss I’m sick
Said I got a fever — truth is, it’s for your lips

Now I’m speedin’ home like I’m late for church
Bout to lay hands like I’m doin' the work
When I get there, best believe I’ll feast
You started somethin’, now I’m off that leash

Girl, next time you call me talkin’ like that
Be ready — I’m clockin’ out and never comin’ back
Let the world wait, let the job be gone
‘Cause that body on the phone too grown

So don’t play if you don’t want me to break
That door down just to watch you shake
'Cause you got that voice, that moan, that pull
And I’m just a man with a full-time need for you…

Can’t Think Straight

Ayy yeah…
Sun out vibe right
Ain't nothin' like the homies on a free ride
No calls no plans just the gang and the night
Feelin' young again like we never lost sight

Woke up no work it's a rare kind of win
Group chat poppin' said Y'all tryna get it in?
Pulled up at noon snacks and a bag
Some loud in the jar controllers in the bag

Same squad from the block we ain't miss a beat
Jokes flyin' 'round while we load up the heat
2K COD Mortal Kombat too
Some trash talkin' love in a circle of truth

No stress no bills on my brain today
Just a blunt in rotation and my bros all day
Got the speakers on blast 90s R&B
We laughin' like we 16 stress-free

It's just one of them days where we vibe like we used to
Smoke a little loud play the game like we used to
Passin' that controller like we passin' the blunt
Ain't about the win it's the time that we want
Laugh until the sunset fade away
Game night chillin' with the gang all day
No worries no pain no rules no shame
Feelin' like the old days nothin' changed

Roll another up spark it with that flick
Tellin' stories how we used to hit licks
Now we older wiser pockets kinda thicker
But still the same fools takin' shots off the liquor

Lil homie brought the food wings and fries
We argue 'bout Jordan Bron who's the GOAT and why
Dominoes on the table old school slaps
Somebody yell UNO!  here come the traps

Life been wild but today we paused
Put the world on mute like we hit escape clause
This the type of peace money never could buy
Just the crew good weed and a couch to lie

It's just one of them days where we vibe like we used to
Smoke a little loud play the game like we used to
Passin' that controller like we passin' the blunt
Ain't about the win it's the time that we want
Laugh until the sunset fade away
Game night chillin' with the gang all day
No worries no pain no rules no shame
Feelin' like the old days nothin' changed

Yeah the world too fast sometimes
But today we hit slow
Pulled up in slides and hoodies
Just lettin' that smoke blow

No drama no deadlines just vibes
My circle tight we the last of our kind
If this the last time then it's time well spent
But tomorrow we link again just tell me when

Ayy roll up one more for the good times
Laugh lines deep but we still in our prime
Long as I got my brothers and a beat that knocks
We gon' vibe out forever until the last clock stop

Like We Used To (feat. JuiceB0X97) [Version 2]

Man...
I knew I messed up soon as she picked up that phone
Not Ms. Jackson, bruh... not her…

Third period math, I was wildin' in the back
Tappin' on the desk, tryna spit a lil rap
Threw a paper plane, hit the smart girl head
She turned around and said, "Boy, you finna be dead"

Ms. Jackson snapped, said, "I've had enough!"
Sent me to the office man, they lookin' tough
Principal like, "This your third strike, son"
Pulled out the file, then picked up the phone... run

She said, "Hello?"
He said, "It's about your child…"
I heard her voice go from calm to wild
"Put him on the line right now."
I said, "Hey ma…"
She said, "Don't say nothin' else. You gon' feel it when I get off this 12."

She said, "Wait 'til I get home!"
(You gon' learn today)
"Keep actin' grown!"
(With your smart mouth ways)
"No games, no phone, no TV on"
"You better be sleepin' when I hit that door!"
But I already know, she comin' with the belt
Ain't no savin' me now Lord help yourself
So I prayed, and I cleaned, but it's still gon' hurt
When mama get home from work...

So I mopped the floors, made her favorite rice
Put on gospel music, tryin' to act real nice
Did the dishes, fed the cat, took out the trash
Even wore church pants, tucked in real fast

I texted Auntie like, "Tell her I'm changed"
She said, "Uh-uh, she mad, boy, you still in range"
At 6:05 I heard them keys
That door swung open like a horror scene

She said, "You think school a joke?"
I said, "No ma'am…"
She said, "You think them grades don't matter?"
I said, "I understand…"
She said, "You embarrassin' me out here?"
I said, "I was playin'…"
She said, "Lay across that bed."
I knew what she was sayin'…

She said, "Wait 'til I get home!"
(Oh no, not the switch!)
"Keep actin' grown!"
(That belt do snitch!)
"No games, no phone, no snacks, no fun"
"And don't cry now, it just begun"
She comin' with the heat, like old school love
That tough kinda hug you don't want none of
Yeah, I prayed, and I ducked, but I still got hurt
When mama got home from work...

But look, now I walk straight, talk nice
Do my homework and I act right
Mama ain't mean, she just old-school
Taught me lessons that they don't teach in school

Now I thank her for the discipline
Even when that belt start whisperin'
Cause she loved me through the mess I made
Even when I had them C-minus grades

She said, "Wait 'til I get home!"
(You gon' learn today!)
"Keep actin' grown!"
(With your slick wordplay)
Now I sit up front, no more clownin' the class
Tryna be the kid that make my mama laugh
Cause that love come hard, but it shaped me strong
And I ain't tryin' to get whooped all life long!

Wait ‘Til I Get Home

Reservations made, dressed up fine,
Got my baby lookin’ like she stepped out a shrine.
Table for two, candles and wine,
But her best friend show up  now it's three in the line.

I pull your chair, she pull one too,
Now I’m sittin’ here like, “Who invited you?”
She rollin' her eyes at everything I say,
Throwin’ shade like it’s her birthday.

I planned this night just for me and you,
But she out here tryna kill the mood.
Baby girl, let’s find a way to slide,
'Cause your homegirl actin’ like she wanna fight.

Can we be alone? (Ooh no, no)
I just want some time with you on our own.
She rollin’ her eyes, interruptin’ the zone,
If looks could kill, I’d be gone.
I’m tryna hold back, yeah, I know I should,
Can't uppercut her, even though I could.
Maybe send her to the bar with a drink or two,
So I can get back to lovin’ you.

She talkin' loud, laughin’ fake,
Actin’ like this here a triple date.
Checkin' your phone, pullin' you away,
Even asked if I got friends like I'm a buffet.

Girl, I peep the game, I see the glare,
She don’t want us close she don’t play fair.
You whisper, “Sorry,” I just smile and sip,
But next time I swear she gon’ catch this lip.

Slide her an Uber, send her home,
Put your phone on silent let’s get grown.
I been waitin’ all week for this moment here,
And she blockin' the vibe like a chandelier.

Can we be alone? (Just me and you)
I just want a night to do what lovers do.
She all in the mix like she part of the crew,
But baby, this date is just for two.
I’m tryna be patient, tryna stay good,
Can't dropkick her though I wish I could.
Maybe fake a call, make her disappear,
So I can whisper dirty things in your ear.

“Hey babe… I saw a cute guy at the bar maybe she should go talk to him?”
“Or maybe she can just go… anywhere else?”
“Please?”
Cause I just wanna be alone… with you. 

Can We Be Alone

Curve Me (Live Version)

Woke up this morning, said, “This one’s mine,
My only day off, I’ma take my time.”
Phone start blowin’, “Yo, come outside,”
And before I knew it, I’m stuck in their ride.

All day long, we just runnin’ around,
Errands, parties, different sides of town.
I kept smilin’, but deep inside,
I knew my little peace was gettin’ denied.

Where my day go? (yeah)
It’s midnight when I hit the door.
I been out all day, and I’m tired to the bone,
This was my one chance to be left alone.
Where my day go? (gone, gone),
Guess I gave it all to y’all.
Now I’m layin’ in bed with nothin’ to show,
Damn, my off day just turned into smoke.

Saw the sun set through a car window,
Laughin’ with my boys, but my energy low.
They don’t see it how my back still aches,
From that ten-hour shift I just had to take.

Wanted movies, snacks, maybe catch some sleep,
But they dragged me to a bar on 5th Street.
Now it’s 11:30, and I’m finally free,
But the day’s all gone, wasn’t mine to keep.

Where my day go? (yeah)
It’s midnight when I hit the door.
I been out all day, and I’m tired to the bone,
This was my one chance to be left alone.
Where my day go? (gone, gone),
Guess I gave it all to y’all.
Now I’m layin’ in bed with nothin’ to show,
Damn, my off day just turned into smoke.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my crew,
But sometimes a day to myself would do.
Next time I’ma fade when they call my phone,
‘Cause my day off’s mine, and I need my own.

Where my day go? (where it go, yeah)
It’s midnight when I hit the door.
I been out all day, and I’m tired to the bone,
This was my one chance to be left alone.
Where my day go? (gone, gone),
Guess I gave it all to y’all.
Now I’m layin’ in bed with nothin’ to show,
Damn, my off day just turned into smoke.

Yeah…
Next off day, I’m ghostin’.

Where my day go

Moved in with my boys, thought it was all love,
Laughin’ on the couch, daps and hugs.
Bills on the table, I put my cash down,
Said, “We family now, we gon’ hold this ground.”

But a week go by, I’m knockin’ at the door,
Rain on my back, shoes wet on the floor.
I said, “Yo, can I get a key, it’s only right?”
They looked at me sideways, said, “Not tonight.”

They want my money, but not my trust,
Talkin’ lease papers like that’s a must.
If I’m payin’ rent, then let me in,
Why I gotta beg just to call this home again?

I’m payin’ for a place I can’t get in,
Locked outside like I don’t belong within.
You want my dollars, but not my name,
This ain’t no home, man, it feels like a game.
I need a key, not an empty excuse,
If I pay my share, then I got my use.
Don’t take my rent if I can’t get through,
This house ain’t a home without a key for me too.

Sunday morning, I’m late for work,
Waitin’ on the porch, man, this shit hurts.
They say, “It’s not personal, it’s just the lease,”
But I’m tired of the knockin’, I just need some peace.

I’m not your guest, I’m not some friend,
I’m your roommate, man, let’s not pretend.
If I pay my share, then I got my say,
Don’t hold the keys like I’m in your way.

They want my money, but not my trust,
Talkin’ lease papers like that’s a must.
If I’m payin’ rent, then let me in,
Why I gotta beg just to call this home again?

I’m payin’ for a place I can’t get in,
Locked outside like I don’t belong within.
You want my dollars, but not my name,
This ain’t no home, man, it feels like a game.
I need a key, not an empty excuse,
If I pay my share, then I got my use.
Don’t take my rent if I can’t get through,
This house ain’t a home without a key for me too.

Man… I give you my rent, I give you my trust.
But you can’t give me a damn key?
That’s crazy.

I’m payin’ for a place I can’t get in,
Locked outside like I don’t belong within.
You want my dollars, but not my name,
This ain’t no home, man, it feels like a game.

Give me the key… or I’m gone.

Sat ‘em down, showed ‘em numbers on the page,
How to stack a little cash, how to save for rainy days.
They said, “Yeah, you right, we gon’ keep it tight,
Just a desk for the crib, budget feels right.”

I said, “Cool, between one-fifty and three,
That’s enough for the desk, that’s good money.”
Felt like a teacher, droppin’ wisdom free,
Didn’t know later they’d make a fool of me.

How we go from a desk to a thirteen-hundred screen?
Eighty-six inches, Ultra HD.
I’m standin’ here lost, don’t know what to believe,
From a hundred-fifty desk to a TV dream.
Yeah, they said they’d save, they said they’d plan,
But the budget got crushed in their own two hands.
From a desk to a TV, what sense does that make?
Now I’m questionin’ the choices that they make.

Phone rang late, they was hype on the line,
Said, “Bro, you won’t believe what’s finally mine!”
I thought new desk, maybe bookshelf too,
But nah flat screen big enough for a crew.

I said, “Wait, hold up, what happened to the rules?
We made a budget, don’t play me like a fool.
From keepin’ it clean to blowin’ a check,
This math don’t add up, what’s happenin’ next?”

How we go from a desk to a thirteen-hundred screen?
Eighty-six inches, Ultra HD.
I’m standin’ here lost, don’t know what to believe,
From a hundred-fifty desk to a TV dream.
Yeah, they said they’d save, they said they’d plan,
But the budget got crushed in their own two hands.
From a desk to a TV, what sense does that make?
Now I’m questionin’ the choices that they make.

Man, we talked about bills, we talked about rent.
Now you droppin’ over a grand like it never made a dent.
A desk to work? That made some sense…
But a TV this big? Ain’t no common sense.

From a desk to a thirteen-hundred screen,
I swear I’m stuck inside a wild daydream.
Budget’s broke, yeah, the rules all bend,
Next time I’m savin’ for myself, my friend.
From a desk to a TV, that’s where we at,
Now I see the truth, can’t be mad at that.
But one thing’s sure, and it’s plain to me:
I’ll never trust a budget with my roomies.

From a desk… to a TV…
Ain’t no budget left for me.

Desk to TV

Breaking news… a man, well-known for his racist words and actions, has been found dead at age thirty-one…
Phones ringin’, texts lightin’ up…
Everybody sayin’, “He was a good guy.”

3 AM, timeline explodin’,
Friends cryin’, condolences loadin’.
“Pray for his fam, he’s in a better place,”
But I still remember the hate on his face.

Quote me, don’t test my memory,
He said, “Keep ‘em out my town, they ain’t like me.”
That ain’t kindness, that ain’t no friend,
That’s poison words that never should bend.

You say he was a good guy…
But I lived on the other side of his lies.
Don’t paint him with a halo, don’t twist the truth,
Read his own words, let the proof speak proof.
You say he was a good guy…
But I know what I heard, and I know what I saw.
Don’t ask me to pray for the hate he spread,
Some stories don’t change when the man ends up dead.

Y’all say, “Nobody perfect, let the past slide,”
But his past was my present, couldn’t walk outside.
Said, “Don’t sit here, boy, this ain’t your place,”
I was sixteen feelin’ small in my own space.

Now he thirty-one, gone in a flash,
Suddenly it’s roses, prayers, and ash.
But where was that grace when he spit that fire,
Where was the love when the hate got higher?

You say he was a good guy…
But I lived on the other side of his lies.
Don’t paint him with a halo, don’t twist the truth,
Read his own words, let the proof speak proof.
You say he was a good guy…
But I know what I heard, and I know what I saw.
Don’t ask me to pray for the hate he spread,
Some stories don’t change when the man ends up dead.

Good guys don’t call me names.
Good guys don’t spit on my pain.
Good guys don’t lock the doors when I walk by…
So miss me with “he was a good guy.”

You say he was a good guy… (nah)
But the truth gon’ shine, can’t deny.
Don’t rewrite history for your peace of mind,
His words live on, they still rewind.
You say he was a good guy…
But the scars don’t fade when the years go by.
He left his mark, and the mark was hate,
Don’t ask me to praise what I can’t relate.

And while many call for prayers tonight, some remind us… words spoken in hate don’t disappear with time.

Good Guy

Phone buzzin’, it’s late at night,
Roomie on the line, somethin’ don’t sound right.
He said, “Yo, I need that rent money, bro,”
I looked at the calendar, like “Man, hell no.”

It’s two weeks early, what you talkin’ about?
Bills ain’t due, don’t be stressin’ me out.
I work too hard just to stack these bands,
Now you callin’ me broke with a shaky plan.

Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, what the fuck, it ain’t even payday.
I ain’t your bank, I ain’t no fool,
Stop movin’ like the landlord breakin’ the rules.
Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, I can’t front, not today.
You got me twisted, better check that due,
Don’t call me early I’ll pay when it’s true.

I keep my cash tight, stackin’ it clean,
Budget on point, I know what it means.
You blowin’ through money like a slot machine,
Now you beggin’ for mine, man, that’s obscene.

I ain’t cold-hearted, but c’mon, my guy,
Two weeks out? You can’t justify.
Stop stressin’ my phone with your petty scheme,
I’ll drop the rent when the due date screams.

Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, what the fuck, it ain’t even payday.
I ain’t your bank, I ain’t no fool,
Stop movin’ like the landlord breakin’ the rules.
Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, I can’t front, not today.
You got me twisted, better check that due,
Don’t call me early I’ll pay when it’s true.

“Bruh… you really callin’ me at 11PM for rent money? Two weeks early? Nah… chill with that.”

Why you askin’ for rent two weeks away?
Man, what the fuck, it ain’t even payday.
I ain’t your bank, I ain’t no fool,
Stop movin’ like the landlord breakin’ the rules.

Yeah… two weeks early.
Try again later.

Two Weeks Away

Packed my bags in silence, didn’t slam no door,
Didn’t owe you drama, didn’t want no war.
I left it peaceful, tried to keep it cool,
But now you playin’ victim, callin’ me the fool.

Sayin’ I lied, sayin’ I snuck,
But bruh, let’s be real  just run through the luck.
Every mornin’ you woke me, 6 A.M. noise,
I worked all night, but you killed my poise.

Think about the lazy days, dogs in the yard,
Guess who picked it up? Yeah, I played that card.
Pocket watchin’, askin’ what I make,
Want me to buy your things while you sit and take.

Think about it, think about it why I had to move,
All the crazy things you did, don’t twist the truth.
I ain’t sneaky, I ain’t fake,
I just left before I broke and made a bigger mistake.
Think about it, think about it  before you play the saint,
You know the reasons clear, so please, don’t paint
Me as the villain when the story’s true,
The madness in the house was all from you.

Every month the rent came, I pulled my weight,
But you counted my pockets like it’s checkmate.
I asked for respect, just some peace of mind,
But all I got was chaos every single time.

So I found my escape, didn’t need your consent,
Didn’t yell, didn’t fight, didn’t leave a dent.
But you cryin’ on the phone like I broke some vow,
Nah man, the mirror shows the truth right now.

Think about the mornings I begged for rest,
Think about the nights I gave my best.
Think about the dogs, think about the mess,
Think about why I chose to step.

Think about it, think about it  why I had to move,
All the crazy things you did, don’t twist the truth.
I ain’t sneaky, I ain’t fake,
I just left before I broke and made a bigger mistake.
Think about it, think about it  before you play the saint,
You know the reasons clear, so please, don’t paint
Me as the villain when the story’s true,
The madness in the house was all from you.

Man… before you call me shady,
Check your own reflection, that’s what made me.
I didn’t run, I just set me free,
You drove me out  not secretly.

Think about it, think about it  why I had to move,
All the crazy things you did, don’t twist the truth.
I ain’t sneaky, I ain’t fake,
I just left before I broke and made a bigger mistake.
Think about it, think about it  before you play the saint,
You know the reasons clear, so please, don’t paint
Me as the villain when the story’s true,
The madness in the house was all from you.

Think about it…
You know why I left.

Think About It

I’m laid back, feet up, playlist loud,
Sippin’ on peace, don’t need no crowd.
Then my phone buzz twice, then it buzz again,
Guess who it is? Same story, my friend.

You askin’ “What you doin’? Where you at right now?”
But I ain’t your diary, stop tryna track me down.
I left that chapter, tried to close that page,
But you textin’ like a storm, tryna rattle my cage.

I’m coolin’, I’m vibin’, I’m livin’ my life,
You steady poppin’ up like you got the right.
But my patience thin, don’t test my zone,
I’m two taps away from cuttin’ off your phone.

Better chill with the buzzin’ or you gon’ get dropped,
My ignore game crazy, I ain’t never been soft.
One more text and it’s a done story,
Welcome to the block party.
Yeah, I’m breathin’ in peace, you disturb my night,
Tryna pull me back in, but it don’t feel right.
One more call, you gon’ lose that glory,
Welcome to the block party.

Every “wyd” just feel the same,
You playin’ old tricks in a brand-new game.
I’m not your fallback, not your late-night vibe,
So why you blowin’ up when I’m tryna survive?

I’m not cold-hearted, I just learned my worth,
And my peace of mind is the richest turf.
I’m tryna meditate, elevate, breathe,
But your texts like chains that I need to leave.

I’m chillin’, I’m coastin’, no stress on me,
But you pushin’ my patience endlessly.
Two seconds more, then your number gone,
Block party open, you don’t belong.

Better chill with the buzzin’ or you gon’ get dropped,
My ignore game crazy, I ain’t never been soft.
One more text and it’s a done story,
Welcome to the block party.
Yeah, I’m breathin’ in peace, you disturb my night,
Tryna pull me back in, but it don’t feel right.
One more call, you gon’ lose that glory,
Welcome to the block party.

Ring-ring nah, I ain’t pickin’ up.
Text-text  nah, I don’t give a
Peace is priceless, can’t buy this vibe,
But you one step closer to gettin’ denied.

Better chill with the buzzin’ or you gon’ get dropped,
My ignore game crazy, I ain’t never been soft.
One more text and it’s a done story,
Welcome to the block party.

Yeah… block party’s full tonight.
Guess who ain’t invited?

Block Party - Single

Block Party

You smiled when I said I was gettin’ a ride,
Told me “that’s great,” but I saw that pride.
Next week, you pull up shiny and new,
Talkin’ ‘bout “look what blessings do.”
I’m still walkin’, you rev that gear,
Sayin’ “you’ll get there” while I stand here.
You had a car that ran just fine
Guess mine was just your finish line.

Every move I make, you trace,
Turn my dreams to your next race.
You call it love, I call it disguise,
Your praise come with jealous eyes.

You my one-up friend, can’t let me win,
I’m just tryna heal, you play to spin.
When I’m down bad, you show your grin,
Sayin’ “we the same,” but you competin’ again.
You my one-up friend, always gotta prove,
When I find peace, you gotta move.
Low-key hate dressed up as concern,
But I see through the mask I finally learned.

I started eatin’ clean, mind on my grind,
You hit the gym like you read my mind.
Didn’t care ‘bout health till I made the post,
Now you flexin’ hard, tryna do the most.
I order take-out, you roll your eyes,
Sayin’ “home food better” full of lies.
Your kitchen look like a crime scene, boo,
Expired cans and mildew stew.

You talk support but crave control,
Need my pain to fill your role.
You wear concern like Sunday grace,
But you love to watch me chase.

You my one-up friend, can’t let me win,
I’m just tryna breathe, you dive right in.
Turn my plans to your next spin,
Every loss of mine your secret grin.
You my one-up friend, can’t let me grow,
You compete for things you don’t even know.
Call it love, but the truth don’t bend,
I’m done playin’ games with my one-up friend.

I see it now
The fake concern, the “just tryna help.”
You don’t lift me up, you just steal my steps.
And that ain’t love, that’s control in disguise.

You my one-up friend, that season’s gone,
You can keep your race, I’ll move on.
No hate, no shade, just peace instead,
I’m done lettin’ your envy live in my head.
You my one-up friend, story ends here,
I’m reclaimin’ space, my mind clear.
Go compete with your own reflection,
I’m gone in my own direction.

Yeah… I don’t hate you, I just outgrew you.
You can keep the show, I want the truth.

One Up Friend (feat. Angelo McMichael)

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