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ACID SPIT! (prod. fumin$ho)

my first released song not produced by me O: 
hope you enjoy it! wrote it about a month ago

prod. stoic productions
extra vocals by ramona abdul

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lyrics:
Trials and tribulations
Paint this illustration
I lost and then I gained my mind 
I have changed my placement
To a new situation
I'm leaving that old one behind

Full disclosure: I'm a sheep just like the rest of them
I simply use my writing to appear a different specimen
Penmanship has always been my way of best expression and
At this point, I'm mainly posting for rush of adrenaline
The skeletons inside my closet is a bigger threat
Little rest each night cause I can barely get my limits set
But ill still write even if nothing ever gets addressed
See a couple every day. can someone pass a cigarette?
My views change on bad habits as I get involved
Bad ideas consistently with several different men involved
Whether synthetic or ingested raw. it cluttered mind
Barely could make sense when I was seeing through those shuttered eyes
The toughest kind of contrition is recognition hittin'
I was the rat, the turncoat masking with his best intentions
Now I'm not saying I was tryna doublecross
But when I'm looking at my past, I feel I did everything wrong
I swear to god the best thing that I ever did was fall
Cause getting up was perfect. now I'm barely ever missin' calls
Life is a snake and the venom is a big withdrawal
Fortunately, you can strike back to go get them off
Imma wear myself until I gotta go  
Woke up at the time of others who set up some common goals
They don't present me right in media. I'm like a common folk
The profit goal incentive's why my ethics pass the common mold

Trials and tribulations
Paint this illustration
I lost and then I gained my mind 
I have changed my placement
To a new situation
I'm leaving that old one behind
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Growth, going, going, going
Gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Growth, going, going, going
Gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Growth, going, going, going
Gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Growth, going, going, going
Gone

growth

It's a fact! Lotta others bankin' on how I won't last!

the outro is the homie noelle btw tell her that u appreciate her wise words

STAGE SET

STAGE SET (prod. junktown)

(LYRICS:)

(verse 1:)
i’m in my room and my hoodie feels wet
my face red, and my palms fulla sweat (fuck ew)
while i’m workin up the courage in my chest
just to go and send your ass a text
i don’t think i’ve gone outside in a week
cuz i fear of all these eyes that i meet
but when i’m with you i just shine from the teeth
aint carin’ what none these no-life guys think of me
but when you not around
i barely leave the house
you make me wanna be a better person but i can’t seem to figure you out
my self hate causes doubt
all i want to leave my mouth is

(chorus:)
tell me that it’s BRB
don’t hit me up to fuck n leave me all alone with me
i need you holdin me
so tell me if it’s BRB
don’t treat me like these hoes cuz bae, 
you ain’t no hoe to me
you feel like home to me

(verse 2:)
just want you happy i don’t want you tryna force shit
come over n’ fuck me after i get done recordin
i’ll hitcho number just to text you “i adored it”
then delete it out of fear that you’ll ignore it
i just can’t help but feel 
that i’m better beside you
i’m head over heels 
i don’t needa remind you
in my bed alone dreamin 
that you feelin how i do
i couldn’t deny you

(bridge:)
look,
you takin trips down my memory lane
like every minute out of every day
i been in a pivot tryna scour my brain
of those tiny moments i get red in the face at
all those moments where i wish i’d erase that
always tryna be the shawdy that’s laid back
but i’m a dork and you tell me “embrace that”
i’m stuck in my head about you in my bed
and your hand on my thighs goin under my dress and i’m comin to find that i struggle to text cuz you sendin me signs that we no more than friends 
all like baby you lookin so fine 
like all of the time
i can’t get you outta my mind
do you feel the same as i?
you don’t gotta lie just tell me you fine or

(chorus:)
that it’s BRB
don’t hit me up to fuck n leave me all alone with me
i need you holdin me
so tell me if it’s BRB
don’t treat me like these hoes cuz bae, 
you ain’t no hoe to me
you feel like home to me

BRB! (prod. shushuboi) (art by: @wormry)

This is the Alabama Whistleblower (Alabama W-whistleblower)
(-ower rew)

Said
Some of you need to go Zillian mode and stand up for yourself
1 v 4-then it's four on the shelf
If I was you, I'd be ignoring myself
Warming myself through the sun
Thinking about the old me, and I'm mourning myself
I made a song and I'm pouring myself and I'm learning through it
I'm informing myself

Back in the life (Life)
Accidentally impolite (Light)
Stare at the iris of people that fell off like Iris inside Counter-Strike
I'm gonna turn you to Oedipus (Oedipus)
I gotta knife
I gotta strike
And I'm Chris Kyle when I get the snipe (Snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe)
I gotta I gotta I gotta spike (Spike)

I just hit up my bank and they said the address was right (The address was right. It's right)
On villa 5 and you're vilified, so I
So I
Say a prayer 'fore I eat like it's Ramadan
Now you're talking
It's on and on
And sue me
Don't like aviation movies
Got more faith when I read up on Rumi

ODB way I'm giving a cup of the death and I (Death)
Shake with the right and then stab with the left (Left)
Got two twins. That's a time that they'll never forget (Get)
I got a goal at the end of the day and I'll spread it
And, hey, it's the same thing I say when I turn on my mic
It's check, check
I don't need respect-spect
You sorry-ass rappers defected

And I just pulled up in a whip that is white like a redneck
Costs more than a rent check (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
At least as high as yours will get-get
And it's two and two like you made a conjunction
Redveil-my pride can't let me function
Oscar Mayer how I grill 'em to nothing
We're jumping
We're punching (Pu-pu)
We're pulling seduction (Ah!)

Dangerous record a&rs offer me angel dust
Your girl called me cute inside her story, but she's taken, huh
Vaporous-that kind of love that you got is vaporous
Gone in one second if she's traitorous

Feel like bee how I'm seeming to soar (Nyew)
Feel like Bea. Have I seen you before? (I'm not sure)
Hit a red and I feel in my core
CMB. you're needing me more (Wow!)

It's official: I'm a problem
Ya'll lying bout not fittin' in... like a c-
Alabama whistleblower on the scene! (Alabama whistleblower!)
Cleaning money off the floor with a rake
I'm on the beam
Stop dropping Socrates-like language onto me
Pop shuvit on the beach and rock in your slot machine
Darin like Beyond the Sea
Here's advice on the cheap (Said)

Some of you need to go Zillian mode and stand up for yourself
1 v 4-then it's four on the shelf
If I was you, I'd be ignoring myself
Warming myself through the sun
Thinking about the old me, and I'm mourning myself
I made a song and I'm pouring myself and I'm learning through it
I'm informing myself
Some of you need to go Zillian mode and stand up for yourself
1 v 4-then it's four on the shelf
If I was you, I'd be ignoring myself
Warming myself through the sun
Thinking about the old me, and I'm mourning myself
I made a song and I'm pouring myself and I'm learning through it
I'm informing myself

Alabama Whistleblower!

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

Hydrated (Prod. Slitterbeatz x Hydrawater)

POP OUT ft. Issa Sage & SiahGeeked +prod. Fukk2Beatz+

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