track 10 of middle of a stage

lyrics:
They say
You're never coming back
You'll never have a dad
Refrain
I'll never give them practice
But the words hurt where they have been
Maintain
I'm sleeping on your mattress
Like I always have been
(Ignore that voice crack)
Okay 
Maybe I miss you bad
Maybe I miss you dad
Oh no

A bit after my birthday
We celebrated for
I was ready for winter
I only wanted more
I woke up to the screaming
Coming from my mom
And that's when I had realized
That something had gone wrong
Oh no

But look at me now
I'm doing so great
Even without
You
I'm making these songs 
And though not for long
It's all been without you
I kind of feel guilty
This computer you built me
I wouldn't have this without you
Sure, I did all the steering
But I wouldn't do a thing
If you never taught me all your little facts about engineering
Couldn't have done it without you

middle of a stage

without you

LORE, Vol. 1

SLUT

In Chains

masochRist

Up! Up!

I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm
Uh

I'm going down now
Go to downtown to let sound pound
Feel like DJ Khaled
You cant stop me being loud now
Loudmouth people get mad like it errands and they're embarrassing
Cause they'll be soonest to bow down

Your favorite game to play with me was, "Guess which way you'll twist the knife into my side"
Because you took my livelihood (almost my life)
So now I'm thinking whether not the things I learned were worth the time
Or if the damage scarred was wrong or right or dark or light

Your favorite game to play with me was, "Guess which way you'll twist the knife into my side"
Because you took my livelihood (almost my life)
So now I'm thinking whether not the things I learned were worth the time
Or if the damage scarred was wrong or right or dark or light

So I'm up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
Up up up upupupupup
I'm going up

Up, up

I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up

Get away from you bony zero backbone piece of -
Think I'd rather rip out all my body parts than sit through more of this
I'm pissed. You promised skies, delivered pits. my spirit's split
You pitiful disguising leading, lying hypocritic skit
You played the game. I won the round
Your voice is noise. I hate the sound
Matter fact, let's double back and hit each other pound for pound
I was a king without a crown
I'm rising up. you're falling down
And I said it. I need credit like I wrote "I Get Around"

I'm going down now
Go to downtown to let sound pound
Thinking when I never have to see you like a countdown
Next time that you see me better walk away or crouch down
Bounce down. Count in, Drowned out.
Wound out
I was wound up like a puppet
Every time I tried to talk, you'd just tell me to sh-sh-shove it
Never gonna talk it down or hold it back or t-t-tuck it
You can hate me now, but one day, I will make you learn to love it

I'M GOING UP

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

I'd like to talk
I got a lot that's on my mind
Let me be direct: let's reconnect. I want the time
All you wanna do is have a fallback
All I wanna do is get a callback like

Hello
Hello, hello, hello
Shake to statements made like Jello
I get payments ever settled
Soles are placed on pedal
Kettle calling pot hot
Hotshot faking pop placement rebel
I was in Lockhart-put the braise straight to metal
I said I got things to settle

I change based on how big that I get just like a quantum dot
I talk a lot in mics. I'd rather do this than a common job
A bottle on the floor
Don't my mama. I've not gotten caught
I put inside my writings flows as sharp as shots from Octorok

I try to talk to you but it's a bore
I'm falling straight through the floor
I feel ignored
I'm wanting more
And that makes me feel like I'm dumb
I'm sick of the work and the burning of bridges
Fixing the glitch in my pitches
And in my britches
You think you're winning. I think it's funny
I spent more money just raising my puppies

And I took a detour
Now I'm sun-kissed
My regular list is like your buckets
I make more alone just off my archive
You don't write, so I don't want your top five

QUANTUM DOT (prod. noellefayt)

track 10 of KEEP THE CHANGE.
feat. Hatsune Miku

will delete if Kill Bill or Rav upload the song or tell me to.

KB x RAV - THINGS WILL GET MUCH WORSE FROM HERE

YO! 

I just wanted to let y'all know that after 2 years of waiting, I've finally released Left-Handed Cigarette across all streaming platforms! WOO!!

Fun fact: the term "left-handed cigarette" is old slang for weed, the same way "jazz cigarette" and "the devil's lettuce" are. You can also hold a j in either hand, but that's less of a fun fact I think.

Beat by Marsy
Cover Art by @niceupdog
The video over on my yt channel edited by @Jonah_Sunrise in Heaven Studio

Thank you fr for your continued love, support and patience!

xoxo

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Left-Handed Cigarette

Might be my last song for a tiny bit I love everyone who has shown me any kind of support 🖤 thank you guys

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