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Lyrics:

One sword look like 25 like 50 like 100 swords
Adding lacerations, marks, and bruises to your under sores
Say you leave the ground but you don’t leave the ground like hoverboards
I feel like a spoiled little brat I feel like underwhelmed
With your best efforts
You catch my face pouting
I feel the chest pressure
You never did enough, or said enough, or acted outside of numbing complacency
Watch me disrespec' you blatantly

Credit card knife in my wallet with the crumpled bills
Credit card knife in my wallet and I bet it’s hard
Yeah I keep it tucked and I pray I never need it there’s a
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit card
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards
Greasy ass dudes got me running like a tennis star
If i have to leave it in you, no regret at all
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards
Cred-Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit card
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit carde

Credit, credit, credit, credit card knife in my wallet like a knife guy
Sneaky in my pocket sitting nestled with my butterfly
Finishing you last like a whiny little nice guy
Whine it to the dirt bitch, you’re about to fucking die
Cutting octagonal slice your body like a pizza pie
If someone asks what happened, I’ll give your pizza alibi
Want my full attention? Well you’ll only get a piece of mine
Like pieces of the pizza from your sliced up pizza body crime

Cute, like a mouse mouse mouse
In a tiny little house with my friends down south
We get frisky we do kisses on the mouth mouth mouth
Like we’re besties, try and test me, but you’re jesting ‘cause my knife is always besting it’s that

Credit card knife in my wallet with the acid
Credit card knife inside my wallet it’s not flaccid it is hard
The knife in my wallet is rock solid and it cuts hard
The credit card knife with my credit cards

Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards
Grea-Greasy ass dudes got me running like a tennis star
If i have to leave it in you no regret at all
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards
Credit card knife in my wallet with the credit cards

These days everybody know the truth it’s extensive (Yup!)
Outfit's cheap but my cannabis stupid expensive (Yup!)
I thought that I am transexual and autistic (Yup!)
Body like a bitch is (Yup!)
Flow like limp bizkit (Yup!)
Really fast quick shit, shake you out your britches
Bounce my neck around like potato knishes
Shoutout Little King Jon
DJ put my thing on
Think that you can talk to me
What's up? Haven’t seen you, what the fuck?
Used to regret what I did to you but now I can’t forgive myself enough
What's up? If I see you just once, you won't see me come up
Got a credit card knife, that'll make you-
SHUT UP!

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Released January 24, 2025

Lyrics by Fraxiom Music, Spencer Hawk
Production by Spencer Hawk
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

credit card knife

"find me flying" is an original song performed, produced, recorded, mixed and mastered by CULTTASTIC.

find me flying

CULTTASTIC - find me flying

I'll do anything once
I'll talk to anyone
I don't really care much
Generous with my time
Try to do it all the time
But I think you crossed a line

You say I'm such a hater
Like you've known me forever
When we have hung out never
You wanna get inside my head
Lowkey you talk down on me
Passive-aggressive shit that I can't call you out for doing 'cause you'll make it about your trauma
And I don't even know
Why you want me around
G-g-g-g-got so many people you could talk to right now
Everyone in town wants you right now
Mo-mo-more money and followers than me and a car
What about me makes you think that I'm gonna get you far?
I am not an app, no you can't use me
Just telling the truth, let's not get too deep

I don't think it's gonna work
And I don't think that I care that I don't think it's gonna work
You freaked me out first
We almost got hurt
You kept making it worse
I saved all our asses from the danger you put us in
I-I'm breaking it to you hard to swallow like medicine
Bitch, you endangered my family so
This is more than a vibe check
This is more than an "I don't like that"
This is "I don't like you"
This is you
Treating me like doo-doo
So I do not care
If we show up to the same show or the same party
Stand over there!
Please

(Yeeeeeoooowwwww)

Eyes closed
Stronger than a blindfold
You just wanna use me
'Cause my friends are awesome
And I keep it juicy
Play dead like a possum
Something rhymes with orange
But I just ignore it
'Cause you say I'm

You say I'm such a hater
Like you've known me forever
When we have hung out never
You wanna get inside my head
Lowkey you talk down on me
Passive-aggressive shit that I can't call you out for doing 'cause you'll make it about your trauma
And I don't even know
Why you want me around
G-g-g-g-got so many people you could talk to right now
Everyone in town wants you right now
M-m-everyone in town wants you right now
Ev-ev-everyone in town wants you right now
Ev-ev-everyone in town wants you right now
Ev-ev-everyone in town wants you right now
Now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now
Everyone in town wants you right now
Now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now
Everyone in town wants you right now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now-now

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Released February 28, 2025
Written by Fraxiom Music
Produced by Spencer Hawk
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

2025 food house

computerpunk

(I got a—)
Take one, but hope ya don't Drake one
(Find another girl and he won't miss ya)
What the fuck?
Rock

Rock the microphone like it's a cell phone
I did not come here to throw a party by myself, oh
You do not know about Eevee party, that's a self-own
Flying to our shows'll raise alert and make you have to call the telco
I need Gatorade and to be gay today with fictional gator baes
And then listen to Slayyyter based in the database
Rock the headline slot like it's my first show
Take the potential energy, convert it back into inertia

Walk in this bitch like Ray Delahanty
Yeah, I walk in this bitch like a pedestrian
Dish out this K like a equestrian
Give it for free to he/him lesbians
Walk in this bitch with my Transit app on
36 to the Red Line to the downtown tunnel
To the Blue Line to the airport to the airline to the show
Bags down in the DoubleTree and then I have to go
Go to Paris for work, Indianapolis for fun

Like it's a cell phone
I did not come here to throw a party by myself, oh
You do not know about Eevee party, that's a self-own
Flying to our shows'll raise alert and make you have to call the telco
I need Gatorade and to be gay today with fictional gator baes
And then listen to Slayyyter based in the database
Rock the headline slot like it's my first show
Take the potential energy, convert it back into inertia

I got HRT for free at my own show in Denver
They were cooking up that shit like right behind the counter
I got traumatized for life by my own furry uncle
Tried to talk to me from his AD, it was a downer
Ugh, that's uncomfortable, that's gruesome
Queer community, yeah, you take some, lose some
Chosen family, yeah, you take some, lose some
But that's why
I live a fast life to outrun my past life
You could say that's unfair, but that's life
If I'm on your bad side when you've been a bad guy
I could say that is cool, but that's lie
Slide
To unlock every reason why
(I'mma stop—)
You pushed me to the side then pushed me to the side of the side

When I come up on the scene with all this energy in my spleen (my spleen)
Say hello to Dillon Francis, Doja Cat, and Hank Green (Hank Green)
All this new support is great, but now I've got a hankering (what)
And all that I can think about is inhaling the dank green (whoa)
Skin like gangrene, fits like Banksy
I'm like FreakyBob, but a bit more gayly
Theta-delta chain me, paw me up, fang me
Now I need a doggy, extra points if he's hangry
Oops, I'm angy, list like Angie
Talk down on my team, I'll make you feel it in your phalanges
Downright mangled, fuck's your angle?
Say you got the green, but it's the color wheel of Bojangles
Crank 'em
Smoking on that shit and it smell like jenkem
Gassy, putrid, yeah, that real big stenkem
Do the stanky leg, turn around and hit the precum
Fo fi fee fum, talk big, see some
My flow is frosted flakes, and it even exhausted Drake
And made Lipgloss Twins shake
I'm the Boston cake, you are lost and fake
I love gay people
I won't say shoo to gays, but I love shoegaze
I love guitar music
I love rap music
I love pop music and electronic music
And supersonic music and laptop music
And I fuckin' love bad music
They say that hyperpop is out of style (whoa)
They want me to grow up and go acoustic (no)
I said, "Do you even like music?"
Sing the chorus one more time

Rock the microphone like it's a cell phone
I did not come here to throw a party by myself, oh
You do not know about Eevee party, that's a self-own
Flying to our shows'll raise alert and make you have to call the telco
I need Gatorade and to be gay today with fictional Gator baes, oh fuck
Mess it up
Leave it in

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Released February 28, 2025
Written by Fraxiom Music
Produced by Spencer Hawk
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

2025 food house

jumpin the cacc

(I love earning money back on my own purchases because then I make money off of my own order and I can use that for other products. And they go "Oh yeah, that's great." And I say "Yeah."
We gotta go to the show in 45 minutes)

I-I-I-I talk like somebody who's never been punched before 'cause I've never been punched before
Walk like a bunny because I hop, I hop, like I've got lunch and more
No bodyguard
And I can't lift for my life
Plus I'm always fucking high
And keep hundreds at a time
Don't think a gun is personally right for me 'cause I would kill myself
Pepper spray taken away by TSA, didn't replace it
(Oh yeah)
Let's face it
(Oh okay)
You could fuck me up real easy, and I'd have to take it!
So why can't I stop my victory lap?
Why can't I stop makin' fun of your ass?
How come it's gonna go my way right when I say the
(Word!)
So absurd like
(Word!)
Like the bird like
(Word!)
Consonants, vowels
Yeah, that makes a
(Word!)
We're rolling bigger doobies
And growing bigger boobies
And IMDbTV is now FreeVee with the MUBI
My life is like a Tubi
It's everybody's movie
And Netflix, Vudu, Quibi, Apple TV, stream on Oobi
I'm goin' poomp like Doompy
And fucking getting spoopy
Excuse me for a second 'cause I have to make a hit now
Sorry
I meant take a shit now
I meant make a poopie
And Hulu Plus on Disney is now busy loading Froompy

Come knock this grin off my face
All bark, all bark like jerky
You think that you cracked this case
But you are fucking crazy
You think that you got replaced
But nobody
Can be as popular as me
While being as off-putting as you
Oh my god, I love this song
Slam that drink and put it down
Follow me onto the floor
Grab that ass and throw it round
Oh my god, I love this DJ
Spin it on the replay
That's what we say!
Give a LGBT BJ

(Okay... hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on... just checking in real quick
Everybody's okay? Yes! Nobody's hurt? No. Nobody passed out? No
No tweaking? No. No fighting? No. Remember this is all right?
Yes! Remember, we are music, and this is what it's all about. Oh Yes!)

My name is Fraxiom, and I will destroy the world, yeah
My name is Fraxiom, and I will destroy the world
O-O-O-O-Off kilter, this beat's got vowel filters
Might shit my fucks up
No chillin', and if you are standin'
I need you to buck up, okay

I talk like somebody who stumbled into this life because that's what I did
Walk like I'm all fucked up, and my ego sucks, and I can't tell what I is
No backup plan
And I can't sing for my life
Plus I'm always fucking mad
And hold grudges all the time
Don't think a job is personally right for me 'cause I would kill myself (uh-oh)
SAIC, treated me icy, didn't go back there
(No, no)
Let's face it
(Mmm-hmm)
You could exploit all my talent, and I'd have to take it
So why can't I stop being everyone's friend?
Why don't I want conversation to end?
How come shit could get much better for me with just one
(Word!)
Write this song like
(Word!)
Smoke Spencer's bong like
(Word!)
Slice-of-life, I'm still alive, and I guess that's
(Word!)

Come knock this grin off my face
All bark, all bark like jerky
You think that you cracked this case
But you are fucking crazy
You think that you got replaced
But nobody
Can be as popular as me
While being as off-putting as you
Oh my god, I love this song
Slam that drink and put it down
Follow me onto the floor
Grab that ass and throw it round
Oh my god, I love this DJ
Spin it on the replay
That's what we say
Give a fuck what the police say

(And Gupi is tonight's special DJ
Put those hands up
Bring those stocks down
Put those paws up
Bring that... Uhh...)

_____________________________
Released February 28, 2025
Written by Fraxiom Music
Produced by Spencer Hawk
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

2025 food house

now 2

made this in a hour or 2 hours. idk why i decided to flip this into lo-fi house. btw, wink if u see this, ty so much for ur music. u r the legend. <3
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