Produced by Forlorn.
FREE DOWNLOAD: https://shinobutherapper.bandcamp.com/track/second-guessing

LYRICS:
I feel insane, or maybe same as I've just always felt
My brain's deranged, detached membrane but failed to ever tell
Maybe today I'll end up dazed or something never dealt
I'll never say what flows throughout my brain and causes hell
Always unchained, my life just burns as all my joy just melts
Always in pain, I have no mouth but I wish I could belt
Out words in blaze, never contained within my awkward gaze
But life's a haze and I just wish that I could simply phase

Up on out of this realm of existence
Phased by nothing but I still feel like rubbish
Whipped by my passing thoughts, it's nothing but torture
Gripped by my lasting thoughts, I can't settle no score
My soul is fading away, I don't know what I could say
To make it last one more day, cause I just don't wanna pay
I thought I found myself but I'm still a lost soul
Tryna find me some purpose with no real large goal

Anticipation killed my ambitions beyond belief
Expectations ruined everything that I ever achieved
And it's a hard pill to swallow
Just move forward is my motto
Because ain't no use getting stuck in my own shell
When all it's done is created my own personal hell
That I wish to escape any time, any date
Let me out to see the sun and what I have done

Second guessing first impressions
Lacking blessing and I'm stressing
Overworking, overthinking
I was floating, now I'm sinking
Where has my mind gone lately?
It's felt like a gun pointed toward me, off safety
Convinced everyone I know hate me
Times slowly ticking as depression's constant kicking
Leaves a mark and doesn't stop till it's finished
Or leaves me feeling diminished
Bleeding out every positive feeling that I've ever kept
Instead of using these emotions, I just gave up and wept

Tears run across as my face as I put the pen to the paper
Put my heart and soul towards all of it but I still gotta cater
To those who'll never care what I deal with, or what's in my favor
To them this life is but a game and I'm simply a player
Playing into they hand, or simply playing myself
Constant reminders of time passed, I think I need some help
But I can't find the energy to ask for assistance with what I done dealt
Or simply speak the words to what I done felt

So instead, I'm just folding like some origami
Cause in the end, I'll just probably
Never find the answers, hardly
Ever expected more, only expected folly
But where should I even go now?
Where do I continue without a how?
Drowning at every moment of overwhelm
So, how could I ascend?
As I'm progressing through life, I feel more like an inkless pen
Moving forward without any real path or passion like I ain't actually

Worth anyone's time or a even moment of talking to
Used to feel bruised and purple, now I feel more and more blue
Used to feel bruised and purple, now I feel more and more blue

Second Guessing [prod. Forlorn]

This is the first single off of my new project in collaboration with sow "Slippery People" that's coming out on 11/18 at midnight.

Official Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTnzc9bW00A

Scuare x sow - Runnin Man

i'll be okay

Fallen

Reaching for a Star

Be (feat. Rav)

P.I.M.P im the doggfather, whats the case they gave me?
these hoes attempted murder on a boy, but im back on my feet
These size 7s steppin, caressing bitches with no father blessing
Hope they know they raise a good thot, she tossin salad dressings
Hope they know she play the long game, but i speedran the shit
X to skip the talking stage, fly to milan-a-rang the bitch
Ya wife up in my Dms, heard she miss the Polo God for time
Apparently that dick you give ain shit, cause she want more of mine
Crack her like the neibourhood pornstar, and send the vid right to you
Sorry not sorry, no disrespect but know that puni loose
Tricking out the bitch, im lavish lustin for a boujee ting
Know you hit the lotto hoe, press stamps, i hit the bing
L God the son of asad, she want the mane aswell
Put her on the call list for later, im like the clientelle
Drop it off supply for the groupie, my dick the dopeman
Ya she wanna marry, i cant trust, elope man

got that new bitch mad again
Packin up that bud, i hope i dont green out again
Fuckboy getting bitter, like sailor man he scurvy oy
Came up out the mud, thats why they call me dirty boy
On a different level brodie, so high and up
Went from taking Ls a teen, to getting my dubs up
Fuck, i got run this up, tony said the world is yours
I got obssession with that paper, no it isnt yours
been runnin shit for months, who gonna show me some
No other fucker put in hard as me, im overdone
Im turnin bad guy in your eyes, its just the truth i say
Drop 6 albums in year, i need a price range
Age of aquarius, this turnin to the ice age
Nah the L never been colder, on a summer day

Im been down to earth, now its time to go hot like wasabi
I got that newer bacardi, put her on the B-side like she was cardi
Fuck this planet, take some shrooms im tryna see the 5th
If i dont see it imma pour up more, im on my 6th
07 unc, im staring up im the plane with god
Bitch dont play with god, look up to me call me asad
the god

i got it now
i got it now
I was in mud, 5 in the morning, shaking in sweats from the binging and tweaking
I get no sleep, im too locked in grinding all week for this rap shit im needing
I got the shox, pull em out, im fresh
Up on my swag, and i never do less
Not to impress, but im keepin me dressed
Im too blessed, can you see the crest

I keep it silent, im never to humble
Cause im a W no WE, the way that im royalty, like in the rumble
I cannot fall, and i cannot fumble
Pussyboy talking the envy i notice
Mad at my confidence, shit getting bogus

Hoes goofy, go call mickey
Get ya freak on

Pimp C (prod. baadbeats)

B-Sides Vol.6 is out now:

https://exordiummusic.bandcamp.com/album/b-sides-vol-6

B-Sides Vol.6

DOWNLOAD

So Long!

thank you @atlas <3
and thanks doomlish on twitter for the cover art

what might you find under the sofa?
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[lyrics]
under the sofa where all of your loose change goes,
dance with the dust bunnies next to the remote control
i don't mind pillow forts in the spring light
oh, love of mine, we'll sink in the cushions of time

under the sofa, it's a dusty mess down here
you can come join me, it isn't that bad when you're near
and if you want some change my dear,
then you can whisper in my ear
and if you have a single fear,
then i will wipe away your tears

~dust bunnies~

~spotify~

~dust bunnies~ (w/ atlas)

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

it always catches up ❤️
music video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djFxB7VFeeQ
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i don't think you can be my friend,
it's tearing me apart
thoughts constantly rush through my head,
don't remember when they start

your imaginary heart,
your imaginary heart
yeah you don't have the heart,
i guess we're similar in that sense

you're in my head,
you are chimerical
but if i think too hard about it,
then you're physical

you replace my mind,
my preconceived reality
i turn into something that i kept deep down inside of me

i will never get away from what i used to be,
maybe this is what reality is telling me

your imaginary heart,
your imaginary heart

you'll always be a part of me
(but you're someone i don't want to be)
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imaginary heart

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I do not own this song! All credit belongs to Potsu and Rav!
twitter.com/potsubeats
https://twitter.com/iamRav

Potsu x Rav - Be

Rav's shit: https://twitter.com/iamRav
Kill Bill's shit: https://twitter.com/killbil67025045
Airospace's shit: https://twitter.com/airospvce
Scuare's shit: https://twitter.com/iamScuare

Potsu x Rav - Be

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