I Hate YoungBoy

Stolen Flowers
An Album by KillWiley

A raw examination of love's aftermath, Stolen Flowers transforms personal rupture into universal resonance. Across six tracks, KillWiley constructs a sonic landscape where vulnerability and defiance coexist—where borrowed production becomes the foundation for original truth.

The album's emotional core is amplified by @Flipfone6's distorted vocal interventions, serving as the id to Wiley's ego—the unfiltered thoughts that surface in solitude. These are not breakup songs, but survival anthems; not confessionals, but documented evidence of emotional archaeology.

Track-by-Track Soul Exposure:

"Notice Me" – A poem-turned-plea, opening the album like a gut punch. It’s the door left ajar, the unblinking stare saying This is for you. See me.

"Soft Spot" – A melodic surrender, where rap gives way to aching vocals. You admit love has softened you, but the scar it left is still hers.

"Messy" – Possessive and primal, this track drips with violent metaphor. If you can’t have her, no one can—“If he’s a star, baby, I’m the sun.”

"Day Dreams" – A dissociative spiral over eerie production. Bees sting, flowers wilt, and you’re drowning in your own mind, “covered in beestings” but still breathing.

"Let Me Go" – A genre-bending breaking point. The sound fractures as you demand honesty: “Unconditional love, till you find a condition.”

"Sorry Not Sorry" – The defiant closer. Grief curdles into arrogance—“I shed a tear for you / I flexed a muscle too”—but the mirror won’t let you lie.

Production Notes:
The deliberate use of unlicensed beats serves as conceptual framework—a commentary on ownership, authenticity, and the theft of emotional labor in modern relationships.

Audience Resonance:
For listeners who recognize:

The weight of unsent messages

The performative nature of moving on

Music as emotional prosthesis

This work stands as KillWiley's definitive statement on love's impermanence and art's permanence. Press play to witness the alchemy of pain transformed into craft.

Soft Spot

Shot Callin

Drugs Callin Remix

DESHAWN

AI Marley

KIARI

Different Species

Turn the bass up
Some more
Turn the bass up
Yeah


Well you might as well not go
See you not tryna get along
I'll lay it all on the floor
But you said that you did it alone
I'm so close you could kiss on my cheek
I'm so close you can smell my cologne
What's the word what you on?
I like what you got on 
You like what I got on
We'll link up and go home 
Please spare me the details
I'm not with the mind games
I was never one to really kiss and tell
I'm out of my mind frame 
I was never one to really wish you well
And I wish you well
Throw them coins down the wishing will
But if you make a wish baby don't you tell
Serving crack on the corner now
We got clientele we got clientele
You don't know what you calling bout
Wanna hear my voice, yeah I get it yeah


I'ma just do it all day, I'ma do it til I die
I'ma just do it all day, I'ma do it til I die
I'ma do it til I die, I'ma do my whole life
I just been putting in pain and pain and pain
I'm taking my wrongs and making em right oh
Right oh
Turn it up 
Turn it up turn it up turn
Turn up the bass some more
Get in your face some more
Get in my face some more
Pushing you out the door
Pussy ya window close
Japan is back you know
He here to take ya hoe
He here to claim the throne
These niggas lame these bitches lame I know
I'm knowing how it goes
Got the RAF on me and it go
Leather jacket and it go
Get the backend I buy the store
All these niggas they call me a poet
I'm just talking bout all that I know
I'm just talking my real deal life
Shit come with strife I know
I roll up that weed I know
I'm blazing it turn me to someone I don't even know
I'ma kid I don't know what I'm doing ima give it a go
If you give me the dice I'ma roll
If you give me the dice I'ma roll
If you give me the dice I'ma roll
Just like Yatzhee
Fuck the world up, like it topped me
That's ya girl? Oh she topped me
Bitch I own it. It is not leased
I don't get fake high I get real high
I get stupid high. Got the top weed
On the countryside with the horses
They inspire me
They just running
They just running
They just running
They just running
They just running
It's a run in we run in ya house
I'ma child soldier baby I'm doing exactly what I'm taught
I'ma child soldier baby I need you to give me the twat
Huh twat

SoClose

Lemme hear sum
I want, I want you to tell me the truth for once
That's what I want
Yeah

We turned up the century 
My gun in my holster
I'm accepting my flaws
I'ma just bless you lil shawty
We just got one more time
Hop in the V if you bout it
Molly is leaving your body oh oh
Can you feel me on your body oh oh
Face drugs face drugs, then we fell in love
I'ma nightbird baby I got love pumping through my lungs

I can't tell you what I mean when I say it but I mean it
Looking at me with yo eyes what's on yo mind, I wanna see
I won't lie right now I'm tryna close the blinds so we set
And I love it when you tryna take yo time when we sex

Falling through the clouds hit the dirt
I got bruises on my knuckles and my mind had went blurred
I went black tie on em I just had to fuck her good
Fuck her outside La Push
Man I call that Twilight pussy
You ain't push up on me
I knew that nigga was a hoe you ain't have to warn me
That's Celine that's on my toe, big black the Rolls
It ain't no time to sleep
Big ol buckle on my belt baby it match my jeans
I can give you what you want
Give you what you need
But I learned that you don't really care when I bleed
I be hurting but I don't even be sharing the details
If you was worth it I would know it but baby I can't tell 
If you was worth it I would know it but baby I can't tell
If you was worth it I would know it but baby I can't tell
I won't tell

We turned up the century 
My gun in my holster
I'm accepting my flaws
I'ma just bless you lil shawty
We just got one more time
Hop in the V if you bout it
Molly is leaving your body oh oh
Can you feel me on your body oh oh
Face drugs face drugs, then we fell in love
I'ma nightbird baby I got love pumping through my lungs

AcceptingMyFlaws

Rich in Rome

Rich in Rome (feat. LAZER DIM 700 & Nino Paid)

L.O.A.T

Shark

Twitter/IG/Snap: @killwiley


EMAIL: killwiley@outlook.com

Soft Spot

KillWILEY