Fuckboy Hotline

Production by BMTJ
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

STARDUST

ETERNITY

Production by Jamie Slacks
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks & BIG RIO
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

MOONLIGHT (feat. BIG RIO)

Production by Ashton McCreight
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

DARK

ECHO

Production by Blessed by Judo
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

SSRI

Production by ashk
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

LYRICS:

VOID

TYLA +

SHAKE AH (feat. Tony Duardo, Optimist Music ZA & Ez Maestro)

FLOTUS freestyle

Production by Hansove
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Written & Performed by Jamie Slacks
Mixed & Mastered by Jamie Slacks

Track 9 of 13 on 'RELACKS', Disc 1

LYRICS:

Okay
Shooting off, shooting cops
With a dirty gun, aye
Do what I want, do the right thing
Anything for fun, wait
I can’t talk shit on the matte or chrome click
What matters at home is
These kids ain’t make it home
From sitting in classrooms with
They peers, NRA sneers
Turning they wishes into fears
It’s queer but they wouldn’t admit it
Funny how time flies when a bullet hit it
Is it mitigatable or only how it isn’t?
Problems inflatable, going up in a minute
Time flies, it’s a gimmick
Give someone breath in their chest like it’s always been a mimic
We timid, know that it’s wrong but won’t say what’s wrong with it
Ambivalent
Isn't it?

(For posterity)

Pt. 2

It’s not my place to speak on America
It’s not my place to speak on America
(America)

Pt. 3

The wave
Colors blend
I can feel it crashing
I can feel it
The wave
Colors blend
I can feel it crash
In

That’s how it is, how it ain’t, how it’s always been

As the fruit flies dive into my coffee
I’ve been trynna live, I’ve been trynna get off it
I’ve been trynna get it in, get it in, very often

That’s how it is, how it ain’t, how it’s always
why?
Ambition, I’m missing, that shit’s a corporate lie
Look at all this work I put in, this shit is by design
I’ve been trynna get it in, get it in online
Something holds me back, deep in my mind
That’s how it is, how it ain’t, how it’s always
tried

Pt. 4

Black out
Throw your back out

It’s a delicate situation, precarious
Particular particulate matter vicarious
Living through perpendicular areas
Nefarious I might insinuate in omnifarious fashion
It’s very attractive, all the highs and the lows
I carry the action on the hip, when it blows
Bite my lip, back it up, do my dance and gross
The flows legitimate, suppose the prose could overdose on infinite
Dip in it your toes, get pushed in it and drown, you livid but hyphy
You might be down, what you needed or on the reverse bows recurve I be
In the throes, throw me recurse forms, no boast I think
I need me a minute to float
Gripping the throat, I’m Homer writing the boat
Into existence I grow, the ill he had to show
On an odyssey with the oddities in tow
Let’s get it, the sirens blow and blare
I share what I’m wearing in post, online on an island
We dare not to note the findings and we like it
I’m always reminded of that time I was living in Singapore
Even in equatorial sun the darkness would find me, bind me to the floor
Blindingly sore, my eyes like justice, beautiful but ignored

Pt. 5

Wait a minute
Gimme a minute
Just a minute
Gimme a minute

The more I try to resist it
The more sadomasochistic
I’ve been hurting myself, hurting myself
For a pot to piss in
This life hyper-capitalistic
I cain’t make no way that’s bitch shit
I need to take baby steps on some big shit
Cain’t fall off, I’m not cooked like some brisket
I risk it all for the biscuit
I’m a dog, non-invasive species like the pussy kitten
All in my mentions
I’m the mensch and I don’t wait around for no pension
I’m benching the difference in time on a mission
Like tortillas grilling, I’m the Vaudeville Villain

Fuckboy Hotline

Lexa Rose

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