PITY PARTY! (prod. nurture nurture)

STUCK IN MY ROOM! (prod. dan darmawan)

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'

Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, ah, ah)
Kevin alone like Macaulay Culkin
Your lies aren't you onta somethin'
All fake Ks like Oli London

Sometimes I say things that I don't believe in
Just to get into people's brains
And I have spread into lethal range
Sometimes I talk on things I have no degrees in
For no reason
Complex Napolean

See you this evening
I see you this evening
Like seasons I change and I age and I weaken
I passed her by, so just call me a deacon
Feel like Gaston with music from Sweden
Sometimes, I'm talking without meaning
Sometimes, I'm thinking without speaking
And sometimes I forget to say bye before I start leaving

Disintegrate, disassociate
Nothing's real. Don't create
No expressions-every face
Embrace nothing, leave no trace

Build our cities, fight the wars
Dance and sing, pandering (pandering)
All the while, we cannot shake
The nagging sense it's all a fake

Scurry, hustle, chase success
Trapped up in a horrid mess
Efforts frail, ambitions grand
watch him eat the specks of sand

He needs it by the month
He needs it by the month
He's from the South
He usually tells buddy to go back inside his house

(Hey, hey, look at me)
(Thanks)

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'
Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, Ah, Ah Ahhh!) Cool new things I do
Haven't been outside
How is the sky because I think it's blue?

Let me just say let me just say something
Got one day and you all did nothing
Some of you need to meet me outsideeeeee
Okay, I'm just bluffin'
Follow my arrow like Musgrave loving
Get an A+ cause I gave something
So bored, I might just copy myself
We're jumping
We're punching
We're pulling seduction

You're bragging about cuffing season (Golden retriever...)
But your boyfriend's ugly
No money monsters looking like Michael and Sully
You aren't funny
And If you rate girls, then you won't find anyone loving
I like to go out the country
I got a two hundred quintillion inside my duffel
You know im not fronting, uh

NO TRANSITION

Dear Evelyn
I am
Not gonna send this letter
No love
Was given to me off of a silver spoon
So I learned how to savor off a blade
We both know I don't move how I used to move
Love me just the same
Love me just the same
I wrote you a song
You didn't sing it back
I wrote you another song
And you're singing it wrong
Woke up today (Good morning!)
(I just want to go back to sleep) I just need more time
I wrote you a third song, fourth song
Fourth time, four eyes
See you on the courtside
Swing and a miss
I laugh at you
Had to (Hold still!)
(1, 2,3!) I'm still mad at you
Let me go back to the past
(Slap!)
I just slapped past you
(Hold st-Hold)
Still woke up today (Good mo-)
(Just wanna go back to sleep)
I memorize the patterns of your teeth and your anatomy
I'd rather dream
It's easier than unraveling why you do not grab at me
Cause I'm the only one obsessed with you who doesn't have to be
I'm cool
You're cool
We're cool
So why isn't this happening?
I'm actually matter-of-factly perplexed so this is sadden-
I wrote you a song
You didn't sing it back
I wrote you another song
And you're singing it wrong
Woke up today (Good morning!)
(I just want to go back to sleep) I just need more time
I wrote you a third song, fourth song
Fourth time, four eyes
See you on the courtside
Swing and a miss
I laugh
At you
Had to (Hold still!)
(1, 2,3!) I'm still mad at you
Let me go back to the past
(Slap!)
I just slapped past you
(Hold st-Hold Still)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
Hold still

Hold Still!

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

And I say that I'm sorry but I'm not sorry
I'm looking up in the car and its starry
Me verses me like it's Ford and Ferrari
I lawyer on her like show me body

Habeas corpus
I am so gorgeous
You would pay for what I forge 
It's really simple
Broke a bone. Got a cap
Some of you are waiting for a model map

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

If you like
If you like it I love it
Care about me but I am not cuffin'
Like it how I'm not bluffin'
He like my style. It's toughy (Yeah, he say it's toughy)
Whip it up in a pot
Beat him up and I give him a (?)
You my son boy, you was (?)
NPC yeah, you was a bot
(Bot)
Said I love you. Yeah, I do not

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

A&R said they're aching for great pillars 
But I'm there with the people like Wayne Miller
And you talk like you're not on those painkillers
You got caught and went back to the same dealer
You're not real like the F in concave mirrors
You can't cut it like sloppily taped scissors
I'm young and blessed to have so many mad at me
Cap and gown, but there's no cap in my salary

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

Fisher, baby, give me one more line
Fisher baby! (Uh!)
It's a sign of the times
I rip out your spin
You got your flesh without blood like it's Grimes
I'm checking the time like all of the time
Working on signs and my lines and designs
People who talked bad on me have no plays
They played stupid games and won a dumber prize

And people don't mind when they're undermining all the times that I cried
So much blood money running up and down my friends like it's heinz
I'm spending my hours on shrines
I'm spending hours frigid over every digit
Picking skin edges it's just proof that I'm all out
I'm crimson I'm gouged I'm drawn out
I'm crimson. I'm gouged. It's the price that I pay
And I like it that way cause I like that I'm paid
It's a vice in a way cause when I roll the dice
In my mind, I'm a cat
I got mice that I chase
I got mice that I chase
I got lines that I make 
I got tracks that I make
I don't cop out
It's all thought out
People hate on what's new like they thawed out
I wrote it, I sang it, I said, I mixed it, I sent it, 
You know i go all out 

All out!

ALL OUT (ft. gaptoothv4mp)

Huh
Huh

Systems in position cause they wanna keep me stuck here
Struck fear inside me like the headlights to a son deer
Gutting animals while I'm insisting what my life's worth
People wanna rule the world, but all we have is dry earth

I'll get a life, I'll get a job, I'll get a hobby
Take a gun and put it to my head so you can rob me
Take me to the grave of my old friend who died of oxy
Take the cells within my brain until I am a proxy
I won't think like that and nobody can stop me
But if I think at all my head feels like it's throbbing
They got me addicted to whatever makes my mind stop
But I know they're hurting me and that is all that I got

There's still revolution in - but no one's talking
Everybody cared until the views would stop logging
I guess everyone would rather move on to the next thing
Government still tries to tap my grandma's phone while text-
AHHH!
Get it?
It is not enough to have it if you never spread it
It is not enough to know when everything is guesses
Far more genuine and far more decrepit

Systems in position cause they wanna keep me stuck here
Struck fear inside me like the headlights to a son deer
Gutting animals while I'm insisting what my life's worth
People wanna rule the world, but all we have is dry earth

People try to twist my view as if they were contortionists
They're rushing velocity
Take some time to fashion a philosophy
Why is my life so disproportionate?
The hole inside my soul is not full even with a Porsche in it
Fortunately, I can just sell my social life and soul just like my family before me!
Make lots of money and regret it all by 40
And retire by the time my bones are all too weak to support me
Just like a lion in the wild desperate for what to kill for
Someone say a brand I can shill for
Maybe by the time I strip my personality
I'll look like I'm worth at least a mil for (I'll kill for it)

You gotta lead or leave little brother
The clock's turning
You need some money
Don't need purpose
You gotta lead or leave little brother
The clock's turning
You need some money
Don't need purpose

Systems in position cause they wanna keep me stuck here
Struck fear inside me like the headlights to a son deer
Gutting animals while I'm insisting what my life's worth
People wanna rule the world, but all we have is dry earth
Systems in position cause they wanna keep me stuck here
Struck fear inside me like the headlights to a son deer
Gutting animals while I'm insisting what my life's worth
People wanna rule the world, but all we have is dry earth

THE HOLE

I GOTTA STOP SMOKIN' THIS CRAP!!!!!!!!

@omfg_astrid
@charl0ux

end of me (i'll concede)

(lyrics:)

(hook:)
i got the beats and the jams
weed make yo mans
prolly tweak off a gram
took weeks off the gram
cuz my comments tryna speak on the plan
how tf i’m finna beef witta fan?
heat fo ya mans
if he really tryna tweet bout the fam
that ctrl alt delete in my hand
grip, squeeze, it don’t jam
808 gon break the speakers again
iss impossible to sleep on yo aunt

(verse:)
get up outta bed, tryna get shit done
my old friends on my dick like they expect sum
a broke bitch never gave away a penny once
my flow switch day n night like the setting sun
if a rapper want beef then its wellington
fuck a beef bitch, open up the eddison
or FL make a track how you cant outrun
the broke shawdy wit the guns 
when its said n done
i’m tryna buy my mom a house on the beach
type clout you cant teach
cop land on a hill 
thas a house you cant reach
all blue a bitch bills
i aint even rolled deep
but if you tryna get killed
then come for me
like “aw shit”
smokin on opps til i get nauseous 
i got profit
shawdy rappin like gods profit
i cough off zips
i’m offa antibiotics 
i often 
murder a beat put it in coffin
i got dis
how much longer can brokie talk dis
hawt shit
rappers aint yappin bout me they lock lipped
thigh high socks lil thottie the gyatt got grip
walk on ya block i’m prolly the most poppin
marry poppin
umbrella lil bitch i got drip
my guap is
really unstoppable automatic
i’m walkin 
out wit my dawg
wallace and gromit
blonde chick
college degree
she gimme knowledge 
boss bitch
brand new merchandise gettin drop-shipped
obviously flowin i’m goin til its obnoxious 
flawless, kick a rapper eyes out they sockets
it dont take a problem solved to know y’all not shit

(hook:)
i got the beats and the jams
weed make yo mans
prolly tweak off a gram
took weeks off the gram
cuz my comments tryna speak on the plan
how tf i’m finna beef witta fan?
heat fo ya mans
if he really tryna tweet bout the fam
that ctrl alt delete in my hand
grip, squeeze, it don’t jam
808 gon break the speakers again
iss impossible to sleep on yo aunt

JAMS! (prod. pipe bomb)

DIE!

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