Produced by mahtay
https://traktrain.com/mahtay

2023

I don’t really know what happened/
And, it was cool while it lasted/
Loved, every moment it was magic/
But, I’m a sucker for the madness/

It’s your serve, don’t play with me/
I got a heart like ice and some lame CDs/
I was in a dark place when you came to be/
Now the whole shit twisted, thankfully/
I’m in a good place, not a great place, but a fine one/
How to spot the diamond in the coal when you find one/
Tried to be the realest that you know, what am I on/
High on an overdose of cope and some bygones/
I’m gone, I’ll see you on the flip side/
Never know when shit goes wrong, on the inside/
I’ve been tryna manage so long when I get high/
Now I put my headphones on just to get by/
No time that I’m dying to waste/
I’m fine, not crying, I’m just not in that headspace/
Been a long time, I forgot how the dirt taste/
Tryna figure if you ever cared in the first place/

I don’t really know what happened/
And, it was cool while it lasted/
Loved, every moment it was magic/
But, I’m a sucker for the madness/

It’s, your life, don’t wait on me/
I got a heart like ice and some blank CDs/
I was in a dark place when you came to be/
And now you got a couple lessons you can take from me/
And thankfully, I been tryna manage my best/
Write couple bad songs, get this shit off my chest/
All I needed was attention, never the stress/
Now I need an intervention, never the less/
I never been blessed, beg the holy spirit to fix me/
Beg another mirror for an image that fits me/
Find another person who pretends to get me/
And pray to god we both live to see our sixties/
Life is risky, all in, dice are rigged/
Spend time tryna hang onto surviving friends/
Is anybody really happy, do we all pretend/
Yellow bricks only lead to more violent winds/

I don’t really know what happened/
And, it was cool while it lasted/
Loved, every moment it was magic/
But, I’m a sucker for the madness/

Madness

Produced by Mahtay
https://traktrain.com/mahtay

2023

Feel like I owe it to the people who are close to me/
I gotta figure who the hell am I supposed to be/
Want you to know it but I don’t want you to notice me/
Under the pressure tell me how am I supposed to breath/

I spent a long time stuck in my own mind/
Kicked a lot of sand tryna wait for the low tide/
Dug a lotta holes tryna hope for a gold mine/
Fidgeting my hands wanna hope you would hold mine/
Oh my, life ain’t as clean as it once was/
Trade away my sharp years, couple of dull months/
Did a lot of bad shit, thrill of an old buzz/
The grass is always greener, guess that nobody told us/
I could list a thousand things/
Prolly make a couple bucks off the crowd it brings/
Prolly waste a couple months doing childish things/
Give me a couple of earbuds and I’ll give you a mouth that sings/
Find me a cotton ball that soaks in a spoon/
Wasn’t for drugs and alcohol I’d prolly howl at a full moon/
Too true, know I’ll never let you inside/
I’ma keep beating myself up until I find a place to die/

Feel like I owe it to the people who are close to me/
I gotta figure who the hell am I supposed to be/
Want you to know it but I don’t want you to notice me/
Under the pressure tell me how am I supposed to breath/

I’ll take the money, fuck the fortune and fame/
Listen to music, noise pollution wanna poison my brain/
In the pursuit of evolution, almost losing my name/
I’m feeling blue, let the excuses almost drive me insane/
In a haze, I’m feeling clueless, got me bored of the game/
Eyes runny, losing money just as quick as it came/
Always was known for acting funny, no one laughing today/
Closed my eyes when it was sunny, now I watch it wash away in the rain/
You said some shit, left me in pieces today/
I took a hit and felt my body put the feelings away/
Almost as if it never happened, now I’m going insane/
Looking for reason in the empty bits of something to say/
I decay, looking for answers at the edge of the maze/
To my homies, words only lead to venom and rage/
I feel the seconds slipping out of me, the more that I fake/
Trade personality for salary, spend all my time on minimum wage/

Feel like I owe it to the people who are close to me/
I gotta figure who the hell am I supposed to be/
Want you to know it but I don’t want you to notice me/
Under the pressure tell me how am I supposed to breath/

Under the Pressure

Produced by GloBeats

https://soundcloud.com/globeats

Lyrics:

Authentic, autistic, which is it/
Get retarded on the mic but it’s all business/
Fat fingers, yeah I’m only spending big digits/
It’s a black tar night, call me Sid Vicious/
Left her twitching like it’s OTK/
Bailing outta Charm City, call me OBJ/
I’ma paint ya girls face with my DNA/
She got worms in her brain, call her RFK/
Hey, GPS set to GTFO/
A hunnit DMs, it’s double Ds to my iphone/
AOL mailbox, FWD me to Bang Bros/
Snort a M-box and T-pose like a scarecrow/
Bare bones with the same old steeze/
I’m rocking spare clothes and broken headphones to the Mickey D’s/
Enter with a gun and freeze, order me a number three/
Munching on a DQP, don’t forget the cheese/

Everybody hates me cus I’m a bad guy/
Doing bad shit, telling really bad lies/
Always getting high, stole some shit I couldn’t buy/
Rip a bong homie, sing along if you sympathize/
Everybody hates me cus I’m a bad guy/
Play a dumb game, win a really dumb prize/
Getting chastised, never look you in your eyes/
Just a song shortie, sing along if you sympathize/

Drunk at the Walmart/
Got a stable full of bitches, that’s a dog park/
Got jokes, writing lyrics is the hard part/
It’s a blue light special when the song starts/
Farmers mart, stealing squashes/
My switchblade turn Tar-jay into a mosh pit/
Sniffing special K, climb into the cockpit/
Boutta pull an oh-my-god Bin Laden/
Osh-kosh-bi-gotcha bitch/
This wristwatch’ll turn a your main thot into my side chick/
Oova javer wanna try to hitch a ride with/
Spitting rhymes, 95 to the wrong crib/
Long live, see me stressed/
Leftovers from the last verse, CVS/
Mind over matter, god see me blessed/
Fuck CFA, I’m an atheist, yes/

Tre flips behind the Great Clips/
Rappers see me, look down, Les Mis/
Wanna be me when they see the beyblade rips/
5 Gs to call me like when the plane dips/
In a gulfstream 5 splitting 8 balls/
Favorite MC to sell soft at the pool hall/
Bitches in the blue jeans tryna give me blue balls/
Don’t make me rip the wig off, Ru Paul/
You like a phone in the desert, no bars/
Saving money on insurance, Flo bars/
Break a bird out the cage, crow bars/
Politician with dementia, Joe bars/
So far I been keeping it straight/
The other day I robbed a bank and took a shit in the safe/
Known to knock a bitch out, just for saying my name/
If you wanna wig out, you can give it a taste/

Bad Guy

Produced by Mahtay: https://traktrain.com/mahtay

2024

Same bullshit, roll in with a new look/
Paintjob, same number in the blue book/
Car knocks but the wheels still spinning/
Rolling outta the shop, bucktooth still grinning/

In the mirror I been staring at somebody’s face/
Teeth yellow, all my pimples in a different place/
Trees sprouting from the spots that I forget to shave/
Counting every new grey since yesterday/
I guess a crow has been dancing under my eyes/
I stare into the abyss and wonder at how I’m alive/
I’m checking up on a cyst, it's multiplying in size/
Whenever I take a piss the color is a surprise/
Besides, forget the vibes, I remember when I fell off/
I was digging silver spoons in my cell walls/
I was picking at my face during lunch break/
Pale skin gotta wonder how the sun tastes/
Half baked so the eyes are red/
Locks lacking any color and the ends are dead/
I was gonna take a shower, took a pill instead/
My brains doing no better, shoulda stayed in bed/

Maybe it's the LED lights, that’s what I tell myself/
But when I look in my eyes, I wanna kill myself/
It’s always such a surprise, like I’m in decent health/
Maybe a burger and fries could offer me some help/
Get me the dentist and the lasik man/
And the Botox guy with a basic plan/
Maybe all the kings horses and all the kings men/
Can put this four out of ten back together again/
Spinach in my teeth, blood in my gums/
Ache in every different place, got a hatred for fun/
Every fingernail is ingrown, sleeping in sludge/
I found maggots in the fridge, call it dinner for one/
Sleep is in my eyes only in the daytime/
Nose hair creeping down my face like a grape vine/
Watching every dream disappear with my hairline/
Never leave the house again, it's sounding like a great time/

Give me a message from the heavens above/
One day I woke up with a face only a mother could love/
They put a bag over my head and said it fits like a glove/
In agony, give all my cavities a bubblegum scrub/
I think I mighta saw the future, I was fighting with dementia/
Sick and scratching at my sutures, steady choking on my dentures/
Locked away inside a building that my family never enters/
Even if they came to visit, it’s not like I would remember/
I’m freezing in December chills, staring at my wrinkled nose/
Keep the socks on, not exactly twinkle toes/
Got an ember in my muscle and some broken bones/
Only member in my bubble left the hell alone/
When all the kids are laughing at your jacket or your missing tooth/
Tell em with a passion little bastard, I was laughing too/
Couple years have passed and now I’m gassed, lost a step or two/
Like they used to say to me, this shit's gonna happen to you/

Paintjob

2024
Produced by Maytay:

https://traktrain.com/mahtay

Hit the blunt, pass it back/
Hold it til the mind relax/
Night goes black, and the wall clock spins back/
Sip a forty, pass it back/
Habits in the cabbage patch/
Night goes black, hanging with the same alley cats/

Couple of useless bums, but it’s the truth to us/
Setting our minds free, letting the body rust/
All of our quirks aside, all of us hurt inside/
Trading our youthful years, for something worth our time/
Some old house or a hill in the back yard/
United by a small town, left us all scarred/
But life is always hard, nothing's ever that simple/
Freedom was 16, ripped jeans and bare essentials/
Always was temperamental, troubled with so much potential/
My friends have always stood by me, never judgmental/
The people you can trust, cus all we had was us/
Smoke a couple blunts and laugh until we sober up/
And write some poetry, that place was home to me/
Dead if I never left, that’s where I’m supposed to be/
I'm glad to know a couple people that can make me laugh/
Only got a couple hours homie, pass me that/

Nothing but wasted youth, searching for jaded truth/
Trying to bite our tongues, until we chipped a tooth/
We couldn’t let it out, so then we let the world inside/
Ostracized, we done watched our twenties pass us by/
I don’t feel no remorse, I proudly closed those doors/
Coping with only hoping, universe would steer the course/
And only after 30 years am I feeling grown/
My only home, I know I gotta to let those feelings go/
But when I feel alone, know there’s somewhere I can go/
Get in my zone and forget that I’m posed to hold my own/
I guess it’s just the normal stresses of adulthood/
The time economy’s got me treading the lost woods/
All good, we just take the days, they come and go/
The world is grey enough, we tryna add some color tho/
And maybe know a couple people that could make ya laugh/
Only got a couple hours homie, pass me that/

Nothing but borrowed time, get thru tomorrow fine/
Living tonight until my soul can disconnect my mind/
Movies for the blind and ride until the sun decides/
To wake us up and make a buck as if it’s by design/
I feel my soul divide, leave me in a reckless state/
Life is a hopeless bind, feed me something fat and fake/
I need a fast escape, lungs are filled with broken words/
I need a path to take, I’m puffing on the hopeless herb/
The world is so absurd, searching for a pointless truth/
All the lines are blurred, something for the boys to do/
And when they lie to you, like you don’t know the truth/
Paint all the roses blue, sky is a grayish hue/
Find a place you can return back to your childhood/
Find a way to reignite when it was all good/
And maybe know a couple people that could make ya laugh/
Only got a couple hours homie, pass me that/

Alley Cats

Just put the pen to the pad, don’t you got another verse for your dad?/
Or a million other reasons you pretend that you’re sad?/
Scribble sixteen bars you can throw in the trash/
There’s no getting mad, you’re the one who wanted to rap/
You got a head full of ideas and a knack to create/
But can’t organize your thoughts enough to actually make/
A track that would take, anybody by surprise/
You know it yourself, that’s why you're always hiding your rhymes/
From time to time, you stumble on an actual note/
Something useful, introspective, and objectively dope/
Energized, penning rhymes, then you suddenly froze/
Twice a day is twice a day, the clock is still broke/
Now you’re ticked off/
Go listen to those another shitty rapper you can rip off/
Never make a sound again, I wanna hear a pin fall/
Before you lose your fucking voice, dust your pen off/

I don’t wanna write a hook, I got writers block/
I don’t wanna write a hook, I got writers block/
I don’t wanna write a hook, I got writers block/
…Writers block

You can talk all day, always with something to say/
A joke or a phrase, or something you just thought of today/
You could make your jaw fall off, babble away/
But when you see that blinking line, it’s like a monkey on your spine/
Okay, you write your day away, right or wrong, a change of pace/
Words that tingle up your spine, dribble out your stupid face/
Hardly missing thoughts that rhyme, know that that’s your saving grace/
It’s okay to take your time, no it’s not a fucking race/
Next thing you know it’s been a week or two/
Start to question if you lost the vibe, who are you speaking to/
Wonder really if these words are mine, like can I speak the truth/
When the truth is really hard to find in a vocal booth?/ 
Now your words are choking you, am I just a vessel to be spoken thru?/
Well if I am give me a pen that I can bleed into/
Cus I got things on my mind that I wanna say (like what?)/
It was the lack of words that made me write a verse today/

So when you're sitting alone, stringing letters from the top of your dome/
Playing beats back on repeat trying to get in the zone/
Looking for pieces to complete the shit you already wrote/
Try to give yourself some credit, tho you probably won’t/
Whether it’s problems at home, another fire you stoked/
You gotta try to find the beauty in the eyes that behold/
Writing is digging thru shit in the hopes of finding some gold/
One percent spit out a hit and buy a luxury home/
Something you wanted to say, for which you wanna be known/
You know it won’t be today, because you’re not in the zone/
Now that pen is looking heavy while anxiety grows/
You can barely hold it steady while you're scribbling notes/
Something that nobody knows, have a good time with the bros/
Wondering how this could flow, if you should slip in a joke/
When the depression gets to creeping, creativity chokes/
Only way inside the castle is to swim thru the moat/
For a starving artist, music never stops/
While the well fed sing about writers block/

Writers Block

2024

Produced by Mahtay

https://traktrain.com/mahtay

Lyrics:

I don't miss you, we ain’t never really met/
7&7s, scent of a burning cigarette/
Troubled knowing that I see you when the glass reflects/
And I can feel you in my blood when the habit negs/
People telling me that you were such a great man/
Coulda used some of your lessons in my game plan/
But it’s okay man, I struggled with that shit too/
And knowing better, I’d prolly say that I got it from you/
When I got nothing to do, I try sort thru my brain/
It’s overwhelming so I tend to keep that beast in the cage/
You left me with some fears that fuck with me like every day/
I cycle thru depression, blame, and unexplainable rage/
Don’t know the pain that you felt, or what the time has erased/
I don’t remember your voice, barely remember your face/
Me and my brothers were strays, we drove our mother insane/
Maybe it’s easier for me if you would shoulder the blame/

To all the people that I leave behind/
Know I got you on my mind/
Body and my soul is working overtime/
Didn’t forget, I just hope you know what you meant/
Appreciating all the moments we spent/
Cus you’re immortalized/

A story old as me, now tell me where should we begin/
I shuddered every time I seen you stick the needle in/
When it was sink or swim, I always kept the ships in sight/
Now we commemorate your life under these Christmas lights/
I couldn’t win my fights, and so you had my back/
How you could burn so bright, nobody met your match/
Born with a brilliant mind, set on a perilous path/
Told for the millionth time, them drugs will you tear you in half/
Nobody blames you for that, we barely made it ourselves/
Left our mistakes in the past, nobody gave you the help/
And flipping thru the memories is harder than I can tell/
It's got me talking like I coulda saved you all by myself/
Today we’re all doing well, but you’re just lost to the void/
Amazing stories to tell, the ones I try to avoid/
I wish that I coulda helped, wish there was more than I did/
I'm thinking back to all the people that I loved as a kid/

I think about your sticky notes and paint on plates/
Remember showing you my scribbles and you said they were great/
Illustrations in the class room, failing my grades/
And when I gave up on my drawings, never threw them away/
The only person in my life that had encouraged my art/
And now I hold onto those memories so close to my heart/
When I start, writing a verse it’s like you’re here in my brain/
I’m thankful for the things you gave me, and the blood in my veins/
And if I had more time, I don’t know what I’d say/
I’d love to pick your mind, dementia took you away/
I never got your green thumb, all my plants turn grey/
Guess I was born too young to know Joe and Faye/
And today, it’s hard to think about the people that passed/
I put my feelings in a bottle that I threw in the trash/
And now I’m rummaging thru black bags searching for the memories lost/
God I wonder what the therapy cost/

Left Behind

2024

Produced by Mahtay:

https://traktrain.com/mahtay

(Celebrate this night with me
Although it's not the last time
There's fire inside me
I wanna burn for you tonight)

Started from the bottom and we still here/
Dog limping, debt blimping, good year/
Dull vision, all wishing to disappear/
My boss bitching his bullshit in my good ear/
I spend my money on gas, taxes and lexapro/
I spent my better years on subutex and methadone/
Lunch a diabetic mess on a hoagie roll/
Popping adderall so I can make a coffee, yo/
Outta bed, half dead on the highway/
Same folks, lame jokes, hey Joe, Friday/
Dream about a one day six figure pay raise/ 
Waking up to aching from, being fucked sideways/
Corporations squeeze for the last drop of toothpaste/
They're shaming us to keep us from discussing what we got paid/
Chief a doobie with a newbie from the late crew/
Trying not to have a breakdown in the break room/

Phone buzzing, road running, annoyed/
Shirt buttoned, still fucking, employed/
This dudes bugging, my boss plugged in his third cousin/
He stole something and they gon transfer him to Illinois/
Put my car in park, now it won’t start/
Bezos moving out to Mars, we just play our part/
Knowing in ours head and hearts we should be the star/
While we pay our credit cards with our credit cards/
And whistle dixie to the beat of the oars/
Only us moving the ship but never seeing the shores/
While you scream into a screen about what’s keeping us poor/
Poverty is the disease, they been hoarding the cure/
Instead of fighting for more, we’re just fighting to live/
Fuck an attendance award, you're not allowed to be sick/
While they run off with a check so they can piss in the wind/
They lift the boot off of your neck so you can lick it again, bitch/

Cus we haven’t been paid yet/
For shit we haven’t made yet/
I can’t take a day yet/
I really need my paycheck/
Cus we haven’t been saved yet/
I can’t afford the chain yet/
I haven’t gone insane yet/
I guess I gotta pay rent/

Pay Rent

2024

Produced by Mahtay:

https://traktrain.com/mahtay

Lyrics:

Grind better but we still don’t have shit/
Coffee and pills til I feel fantastic/
Trend setters in the company of bad kids/
They need a pill til they feel fantastic/
No memory of anything my past did/
Just feed em pills til they feel fantastic/
Stomach hurting from the microplastics/
Another pill and I feel fantastic/

Another spectacle, a vegetable that’s lost in time/
A couple chemicals had crossed my mind/
I was menace like the rest of you, now old and wise/
And so I’m begging you to check your views, guard your spine/
Get a rise from other people, wanna pass some judgement?/
More Christ, less Christopher Columbus/
That knife in your back with my thumbprints/
I really wish we’d move past that dumb shit/
But I don’t make the rules, frankly homie nor do you/
Cry another river til you drown inside your kiddie pool/
Slicing em like Sweeney Todd, I can make a Sydney swoon/
I don’t even gotta try, I would prolly hate me too/
The radio blaring greatest hits/
While the highspeed finds me the greatest tits/
Know it won’t be rhymes that’ll make me rich/
But I still make time just write this shit/

Another lost soul floating into purgatory/
Don’t knock if you’ve heard this story/
One shot, gun cocked with a major warning/
Only made a pit stop for the gold and glory/
And every morning is a hapless haze/
Till I take another pill to get the chills away/
From another late night in the hall of shame/
To another date night with the ball and chain/
What a game, I’m getting sick of this, kiss you while I slit my wrist/
Living like a walking ghost, prolly won’t admit to this/
Tell me where you think this goes, watch me while I sit and spin/
Tell it to some stupid hoe, repeat it to my therapist/
We in this til the bitter end/
You don’t gotta play nice, can you just pretend/
We don’t wanna have fights so we twist and bend/
And play dead til the square fits the circle again/

Another love song, torn into mess of fibers/
I’m gone, something’s dead inside her/
If it felt so wrong, why’s my bed in tatters/
If they wanna hold on, nothings said that matters/
The headless actor wanna flip the script/
If you want him so bad you can have him, bitch/
You were running so fast, almost sad you tripped/
Know that when you look back it’s all making sense/
Put an honest chip on his bending shoulders/
Like his confidence is his worst disorder/
A pauper prince dishing vicious orders/
Found your fingerprints live within his borders/
Soul is tortured, woe is all me/
Heart is cornered, I’m a hopeless zombie/
Day by day see faith’s beyond reach/
Pray, wanna change, taste brains in my teeth/

Fantastic

2024
Produced by GloBeats:

https://globeatsmusic.com

Lyrics:

I count money, you doordash food/
Your girl's warping to the pipe, four dash two/
It's Doug Funny on the mic, all my homies blue/
I'm Steve Burns with my dawgs, can you spot the clues?/
Come and get your girls hands outta my pants/
Sniff a blue V, chase it with a vyvanse/
Stick it up a bitch nose like a Zicam/
She thinking it’s love, Funny Girl, Streisand/
Bitch flex in them acid wash/
You got a face like Shrek but it’s the ass that talks/
I got the Farquad cut and some massive balls/
I’m talking to her like it's coat check, jacket off/
Musk money, fuck the nazi shit/
I’m getting photos of your girl, paparazzi shit/
I think the bitch might blow, kamikaze shit/
I got brains from the hoe, on some zombie shit, yo/

Cus I’m ignorant/
Tryna meet a young lady, pay her rent/
Wanna go to the bar, figure out who are/
But so far I am not impressed/

Kup’s out the psych ward/
Tryna make another wrong move with the right whore/
Not enough to go around, finna make em fight for it/
Spin around, make her wipe me down like a whiteboard/
Time for, some passion sex/
I killed the cat nine times, you can have what’s left/
I fill the glass to the brim, my accountant wept/
I’ll take her ass to the gym, do a thousand reps/
High noon, drank booze with some gay dudes/
Had me screaming like a baboon for some fake boobs/
Gotta win, left it on her skin like a tattoo/
Second wind, hit that shit again, I can rap too/
I’m giving up on the thoughtful raps/
Cus if you tryna blow up, write some awful trash/
I been putting in work like a maniac/
I shoulda did this first, I’m just speaking facts/

Tryna fuck a young bitch with a old trojan/
Fuck her while we stand up, but I’m not joking/
If you see my side chick, we have not spoken/
Suck a short bald dick, blow Rogan/
No time for a call me, maybe/
Got her waiting for the cash like a nepo baby/
Drive a bitch like a Benz, that’s my friend Mercedes/
She a fiend for the Ms, they should call her Shady/
New lady in that see thru shit/
I eat box cus I’m not a misogynist/
So kick rocks if you not tryna slob the dick/
It’s backshots to a thot, that’s just common sense/
Gargle spit, hot and heavy/
If you can’t afford a bitch, pick her up in a Chevy/
And if a bitch don't shave, gotta keep a machete/
I hit her ass with the Reggie when her body is ready/

Ignorant

2024

Produced by GloBeats:

https://globeatsmusic.com

Lyrics:

I’m just feeling fucking happy girl, now how bout you?/
I’m in a wonderful place, I’m a wonderful mood/
And can’t nobody bring me down, I swear to god that it’s true/
Wish I could share this feeling, you’d be wonderful too/
I’m surrounded by the sunshine, rainbows and shit/
And now I’m looking for someone to share my happiness with/
So if you’re feeling fucking happy let’s start making some moves/
The only thing could make me happier is being with you/
I swear to god that I’m not desperate as fuck/
I swear to god I’m not a psycho who’s just down on his luck/
I swear to god there is a heart that beats inside my chest/
And I don’t wanna murder every single person that I’ve ever met/ 

I’m just feeling fucking happy girl, now how bout you?/
I’m in a wonderful place, I’m a wonderful mood/
And can’t nobody bring me down, I swear to god that it’s true/
Wish I could share this feeling, you’d be wonderful too/
And I could see the bright skies on a dark day/
If you would be the sunshine that scares the clouds away/
I’ve always been a little quirky, know I like when it rains/
And we can be happy together for as long as you stay/
And if you leave I hope you know I’ll be fine/
That I will not obsess about you til the ending of time/
Know I think that happiness is just a pillar of health/
I swear to god I never once considered killing myself/

I’m just feeling fucking happy girl, now how bout you?/
I’m in a wonderful place, I’m a wonderful mood/
And can’t nobody bring me down, I swear to god that it’s true/
Wish I could share this feeling, you’d be wonderful too/
I’m surrounded by the sunshine, rainbows and shit/
And now I’m looking for someone to share my happiness with/
So if you’re feeling fucking happy let’s start making some moves/
The only thing could make me happier is being with you/

The Happy Song

Produced by GloBeats:

https://globeatsmusic.com/

Lyrics:

Every day I pass a building with a big glass pane/
Dissolve walls all obscuring your frame/
I see your phone buzzing, lip reading telling people your name/
I miss your face when I can’t see thru the rain, pain/
Stuck at the light, watching wipers move from left to the right/
It flips green, means you’re gone for the night, fuck/
Chest tight, really wishing we could speak from afar/
Don’t even really need to know who you are, damn/
Sometimes it feels like me and you are from a different planet/
Like if I drive right thru the glass you’d maybe understand it/
And if we cross each others paths then I’ma just be candid/
I’d probably just profess my love instead how I planned it/
God dammit, love the hair up, I’m a sucker for red/
The other day I really fucked with your threads, dead/
Thinking of you when waking up has got me stuck in my bed/
I think I fell in love with someone I made up in my head/

Dressed sharp, body sculpted from your knees to your chest/
Suppose to her I’m just a creeper I guess, bet/
To me you’re missing from my life it’s like I need to inject/
We’ve got this barrier between us causing me to reflect/
I put my feelings in this text as if you’d welcome my words/
But if we met you’d think I’m fucking absurd, blurred/
Something is stirred inside my heart I really hope to explore/
But that is not enough for me to open up those doors/
My hearts torn, quick gazes hopes of catching your eye/
Don’t have the courage to wave, the favorite part of my drive/
I know I might seem insane, I’m just a regular guy/
Who wants to smash your window in so I slither inside/
I’m in a bind, maybe one day I should figure this out/
I thought taking of the bus, maybe a whole different route/
I’m really stuck in a rut, thinking of skipping this town/
Maybe it’s better for my health if I just keep you around/

Every day I pass a coffee shop on my way home/
Couple of blocks from where I spotted your dome, roam/
Up to the counter, order java and then I slink in my booth/
My mouth is lava, picking pastry pieces out of my tooth/
I felt loose, dozing off when someone walked in the door/
I swear to god it left my jaw on the floor, score/
This is my chance, use my pants to wipe the sweat from my hands/
It’s been a while but I remember the dance, let’s go/
Excuse me miss, now I don’t mean to interrupt your supper/
But I was wondering if I could maybe get your number/
Silently suffer while I watch you try to form a reply/ 
You wrote your number on a napkin to my shock and surprise/
Now I’m embarrassed thinking back on all those fits of passion/
I must admit you’re not exactly how I had imagined/
The grass is greener, other side is where the cold wind blows/
I liked you more before when I would only see you thru the/

Limerence

Produced by Buddy
2025

Lyrics:

Stuck inside my head/
And I can’t let you in/
Not til it’s safe again/
I let these bad thoughts pass/
Reflect on all my sins/
I’m trapped behind this mask/
Don’t ask me where I been/
Stuck inside my head/
No I can’t get you out/
But if you leave right now/
I’ll let these bad thoughts win/
I’ll let my demons out/
I feel it in my skin/
I fucking need you now/

Something to say you been keeping from me, it’s fucking tragic/
I miss the days we could see each other without the madness/
I felt your pain, something broken in you, I had to have it/
I’m barely sane, out in the rain, you’re keeping me distracted/
I’m on your mattress, my habits lead me to troubled waters/
Poker face, I just violated your lovely daughter/
Now I’m a goner, love is harder, I’m growing older/
A womanizing piece of shit, I guess nobody told her/
Lay on my shoulder, the consequence of a selfish man/
Only in it for confidence and attention span/
You held my hand, helped me up when they beat me down/
I left you stranded, still wishing that I would see you around/
Weak to the sound, broken hearted, you pull me closer/
Look what you started, just play the part til you fucking ghost her/
It’s never over, feel weak when I see your face/
I guess it speaks to all the memories I tried to erase/

Race to the bottom, you only won cus you beat him there/
Coulda forgot him, you cut him off, he just reappeared/
Another shot, young and dumb enough to lend him an ear/
Covered in rot, guess he forgot that he left you in tears/
Couldn’t conquered his fear, wouldn’t step to the plate/
He never owned up to the damage that he left in his wake/
And every stupid mistake, he just repeats it again/
Blowing his chances, something rancid creeping under his skin/
Blow in the wind, where weather takes me, you seem to follow/
You left me dead, can’t find my head inside this sleepy hollow/
A message in a bottle, but you just block my texts/
You were addicted to the drama, I’m a sucker for sex/
I’ve struggled for less, you hit my number and break me open/
But every time I check the phone I know I’m only hoping/
Barely coping, hold my breath til I take my last/
Like if I wrote the perfect verse then you might take me back

Stuck

First track from an EP we're working on (if I ever finish it)

Produced by Mahtay:

https://traktrain.com/mahtay

Lyrics:

A sea of people I’m drowning out and the musics blaring/
A thousand voices all fighting over the air, I’m swearing/
It’s overwhelming, I’m barely lucid, I hit the chair and/
Momentary glance across the room and seen some ladies staring/
I’m in a mood cus my homies ditched me, I can’t be bothered/
If you’re in need of a broken man, you should calll your father/
It’s time to trade in my solo cup for a bottled water/
Gave myself a moment, sobered up and then it’s my departure/
It’s getting harder, I’m growing jaded, I dap the brothers/
Appreciated the invitation, they’ll be another/
I’ll be the bummer, I’m really bad at just being happy/
Blocking the exit was the girls that was staring at me/
I see them giggle and pointing, one of the ladies laughing/
They broke the huddle, I’m nervous, what is about to happen/
She’s coming at me, she’s mouthing some words that I can’t hear/
She grabbed my hand and started leading me somewhere, oh dear/

I was just about to leave, but you said come with me/
I got somewhere I gotta be, but you said come with me/
I saw the light behind your eyes and now I cannot breathe/
Cus you said come with me, cus you said you come with me/
And I was just about to leave, when you said come with me/
I had somewhere I had to be, when you said come with me/
I saw the light behind your eyes and now I cannot breathe/
Cus you said come with me, how bout you come with me/

She led me round for a couple minutes, it felt like hours/
We’re stepping over the little debbies and debbie downers/
I’m freaking out, are we hooking up, cus I haven’t showered/
Wonder what would made a lady fall for a wallflower?/
She found a room, it was dark and empty, I’m feeling nervous/
Becoming clear that we’re only here for a single purpose/
I said I feel the need to tell you that I’m half a person/
If you ever wanted something more, this not worth it/
I really want you to just consider the circumstances/
I always fuck up my first impressions and second chances/
I’m only hopeless, I’m thorny roses, I’m not romantic/
'preciate that I’m the one you chose, I don’t understand it/
You’re looking at me like your hypnotized, our eyes both lock/
Whatever I was gonna say, I guess my brain just dropped/
Hand on my chest as you push me over and climbed on top/
You kissed my lips, I felt my heartbeat stop/

Come with Me

Produced by Masked Man:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Neighbors fighting thru the walls, I can hear em/
Someone else had got involved and now it’s all a wash/
All that time is gone, disappear it all, cannot be resolved//
Then I, heard him just explain it all away/
Talking like it’s just another day/
Nah, I’d never do that to you bae/
It’s all in your head, this is so insane/
And the loud voices drift off and a lightswitch then flicks off//
Take my ear back from the thin wall til the next night when it kicks off//
When a pin falls I can hear not, when that whore comes I’m in earshot//
Then she peels off and the door locks, til his wife’s home then it’s gunshots//

The ups and the downs, the wrongs the rights/
I pray for that couple like every night/
I think of something I could say to his wife/
Or pull him aside, to give him advice/
I don’t/…
There’s milk in the coffee, there’s booze in the kitchen/
The neighbors are fighting, I don’t wanna listen/
They both go to sleep and I start reminiscing/
I made some decisions I don’t wanna own/
They make me a person I don’t wanna be/
I’m out of that prison and now that I’m grown/
This shit got me hurting, disturbing my peace/
I’m grabbing the bottle, I’m twisting the cap/
I dream of tomorrow and sip from the glass/
I’m watching a brother that slipped thru the cracks/
They live in the present, I’m stuck in the past/

You’re dealing with loss, there’s nothing to win/
You’re wearing a cross, it’s burning your skin/
You gotta move on, you let it dissolve/
You’re trapped in those walls, its all paper thin/
Missing back when I could hear em fight/
Thinking maybe he could make it right/
Prolly down another bottle, bitter pill to swallow when you sleep alone at night/
And it’s alright til it’s all wrong and it’s all fights til she moves on/
Hit the gin right til it’s midnight hit the bed right but it’s not warm/
No time to recover, you’re facing it now/
He’s calling your number, he’s pacing around/
He’s pouring another, he falls to the ground/
Neighbors knocking telling me to keep it down/

The Neighbors

Produced by MaskedMan:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Me and my best friends headed for dead ends/
Boutta write that very last message and hit send/
Worry bout some drama if you tryna be misled/
I got some bigger problems than whatever some bitch said/

I guess I’m pissing everybody in the world off/
Ain’t ya daddy teach ya how to treat a girl, dawg?/
I’m in the basement, basically braindead/
Tryna get some girl to drop the knives like I’m K-Fed/
Ay man, learn to love yourself, that’s when freedom comes/
Thru the sickness and the health, I wish you peace and love/
I wish it was as simple as all that/
Now I got some karma in my future like Mallrats/
Aw snap, I get it, I’m not committed/
Ground unstable, I fall back, I didn’t/
Misunderstood, so wave to the critics/
I came for the good, but stayed for the riddance, huh/
I’m on that trash heap, sleep in the back seat/
Paid wage slave, made of liquor and caffeine/
Cradle to the grave, which is quicker to catch sleep/
Neck is to the blade, might be quicker to blast me, blam/

There’s my collection of the women that I used to love/
You acting out for the attention, ain’t give you enough/
Even throughout all the madness, I owe you a hug/
Shoulders heavy like I’m Atlus and I’m bout to shrug/
Forget the drugs, a buzz or a little fame/
Baby I was born with the mic like my middle name/
I penetrate your brittle frame like bullets thru a dinner plate/
I’ll fold a rapper in half then put him back just to set him straight/
I’m on that bad luck, ads at the gas pump/
Pinning all my problems on my past cus my dad sucked/
Tryna a hitch ride inside the back of a Mack truck/
Tryna catch a high, rock bottom me back up/
Aw shucks, never knew the mirror was the face the evil/
Closer than I may appear to all my favorite people/
Never learned to face the fears that made me flick the needle/
Now I’m chasing all those wasted years like lemme write the sequel/

Bigger Problems

producer info in description, please check them out

Kupo

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