"yeah i got an 8 song ep for that side project" - atlas, 5 years ago

Shitpost.

NEW ALBUM OUT NOW

Timeless Ft. Solo

raps by @matt-mcghee
production by @jaypreme
mixed and mastered by Matt McGhee

matt mcghee - luna (prod. by jaylen!)

@hellasketchy

:-)

original piece used for cover: http://iamnotsadatall.tumblr.com/post/124478460568

warped tour (prod. hella sketchy)

https://soundcloud.com/officialelectra

https://soundcloud.com/solo-sv

https://soundcloud.com/chopgodlewi

https://soundcloud.com/datnigguhx

Tokyo Babe Ft Electra & Solo (Prod. By ChopGodLewi X Jvst X)

@tomppabeats

but whatever tho

(also these hats are coming soon)

isn't here (prod. tomppabeats)

you & i cover w/ atlas

Oh, Hello!

(NOW ON SPOTIFY) Fading Away (feat. Atlas) (Prod. Musikal)

@mt-marcy

and he had... a mind like a great force
with eyes like a forecast, heart like a rainstorm
brainstorm problems with solutions in the same form
of course we're both talented, sweetie, that's what we aim for
perfect match, certified, heard him laugh, curtains wide
watching through the windows while my home was being burglarized
my home being my heart, and the windows being my hurting eyes
you ever met someone cute enough that you'd share your curly fries?
'cause i have... and i can say that truthfully
a demon from below, who'd have thought that an angel'd stoop to me?
see, i don't think god's out there, but i don't care what you believe
i will pray for you to be my darling 'til i lose my teeth
and age into a state that's far from happiness and jubilee
and stay up in the night until i'm growing used to losing sleep
if you're in my dreams, then i'll count sheep, wake up, hit snooze, repeat
and hope whoever's out there can grant the wish you've accrued in me for...

you, you, you, you (x4)

you (prod. mt marcy)

first part produced by @flayvors @smwun, second part produced by me

LYRICS:

coffee in the mornings
afternoons i lay awake
and hope that something's out there
something that can take away
my breaking state of mind
breaking state of hatefulness
it happens all the time
it happens

having coffee in the mornings
afternoons i waste away
and hope that he returns soon
smiling with patient grace
and makes sure that i'm fine
makes sure that my mind is calm
it happens all the time
it happens

it happens, it happens
it happens, it happens

like a plane crash shark bite, i know that the chance is low
but i'll be waiting here until the day that you can stand to go
where i am, 'cause i'm not a patient man
but i could wait forever for another chance to take your hand
and dance in place, break a manic state and start to feel again
drift through space, kiss my bliss away inside a helix spin
wistful hate, self-inclined and self-inflicated lately
i'm no help with livin', dear, i'm just a selfish fucking baby
and that's too real... far too real to ever say it
so i'll rewrite this verse again and strike all the cursive penned
and think of something better, a bit less detrimental
my life is still in beta... my hit-reg existential
for now, at least, i cower in my coward speech
happiness is out of reach whenever you are out of reach
i'd give it all away for just a single hour each
where both of us can come to terms with our off-balance feet
and learn to walk again

bottom of abyss or bottom feeding bottom-barrell staring
old apparel wearing, take the ferry in to bury him
sanitarium i spend my days and my nights quite
often, off it, talking toxic nonsense
common knowledge brought straight to the tables
stray from the fables, play through the cables
so the sound resonates in every nook and every cranny
read the book and popped a xanny every crook i got uncanny
at the last of it, taxing your passages, rapping a masochist
back to the past a bit, adamant savages, mad at him
hold the talisman above my fucking head like a trophy
and hold your head up in the air like a talisman
no battles or second chances around if you tattlin
all these snakes when they rattlin turn to vacancies after it's said and done
no rest for a setting sun, so impressed that you've never done
what you claiming... fuck the game and the statements, i've said enough

peace

IT HAPPENS // DIRT

hey, thanks for 50k <3

lil vocal acting by my homies jake & marcus <3

lyrics:
i think that now i'd call myself a wordsmith
but not because of talent of ability
it's more that i can balance the facilities
of living as a human, while i'm sittin' here decal-ing my sililoquies
and i guess it makes sense, in that regard
i use my brain as a capture card
inhalin' every word i stumble upon
to try to catalog 'em all before the rapture starts

so you can tag along and follow all the wacky antics
like all my stupid problems that relapsing can't fix
"keep your head up out the sand, stop scratching that wrist
before you turn into another anxious ativan kid"
well i guess it's too late... a couple hundred panic states passed
and my broken self ran away fast
feels like i lost my body in a hand grenade blast
with all this absence in my soul, and i can't evade that

so i'm stuck... trapped in a painting of myself
that was made before i changed how i felt
i'm hoping that my other friends can break out and help
but to be honest, it seems like they've greyed out as well
i constantly remember back in high school
sneaking out to kick it with no pay stubs
everything was simpler then, i guess
i only feel free when there's something to escape from

so i'll keep writing songs of longing for the olden
looking to the future for my confidence and boldness
it certainly isn't here, and neither am i
but i think that we've established that enough to decide
that it's time for a change; or, rather, time to revert
'cause we all sorta miss the designs that we were
and maybe nowadays what i write's more diverse
but the patrick years back didn't understand hurt

and that hurts

a wistful remembrance

wordsmith ii (prod. purpan)

this is a song about dissociating 

produced by fats'e 
soundcloud.com/youngburial 
twitter.com/youngburial 

art by ghostly pixels 
twitter.com/ghostly_pixels

lyrics:
laying alone, i dissociate 
laying alone 

i saw a pictureframe 
and it turned out to be a mirror 
my reflection's so much clearer 
when i'm not aware it's me 

i saw a maple tree 
it was growing in my head 
when everybody else was dead 
and i climbed up it just to see 

i saw myself again 
but i stood outside my being 
i could understand that being 
isn't all there is to be 

i see the future now 
got too distracted by the present 
to remember that my head is 
not a vehicle for fear 

and it's a long way down if you fall 
and it's a long way up if you don't 

and it's a long way down if you fall 
and it's a long way out, so 

i sit in the center 
and i ponder my disinterest 
for it all 

it's a lot easier 
to imagine ending things 
(to imagine ending things) 
when i'm watching myself 
from the third person 
(from the third person) 

it's a lot easier 
to imagine changing things 
(to imagine changing things) 
when i'm watching myself 
from the third person 
(from the third person)

dissociate (prod. fats'e)

download <3

cute trap shit

lyrics:
i'm just tryna hold your hand
put some diamonds on your wrist
got some ice behind my lips
you can feel it when we kiss, wait
(x4)

gas in my lungs, bars in my text files
snuggling a cutie with a name straight out of x-files
can't even pronounce the fuckin' names on my textiles
i just dropped a rack on these lames, i gotta flex now

i might get cash, spit raps
been that, been the best, yeah, whatever
i'm magic, just got my hogwarts
acceptance letter
they asking how i've been
i'm just like, "never better"
cash flow come so steady
like a sturdy boat in the best of weather, oh, my

they paying homage to me soon
my new whip so much knee room
might drop a band on some seafood
and i don't even like seafood

but i sure do like you...
i guess that's what's really matters
make the competition scatter
you say i'm cute, i'm fuckin' flattered, wait

just know that i fuck with you
in fact, i kinda think you dummy cute
(x3)

and if your favorite chip is really bbq
then i'ma grab a few and we can kick it, okay, yeah, peace

i'm just tryna hold your hand
put some diamonds on your wrist
got ice behind my lips
you can feel it when we kiss, wait
(x4)

DUMMY CUTE

hey cool song coming for 100k
here's a thing i made this morning
also i'm on hiatus

@beet_farmer

lyrics:
wake up, take my morning walk, and pass out on the porch again
shatter under pressure, pilot corpses made of porcelain
terrified of questions, 'specially "lesser than..." or "more than friends?"
i panic over people like a swimmer to a dorsal fin

i'm out my element in every single element
bad with conversations, speak in nervous stares and mellow shifts in tone
in every room i occupy, i play the elephant
and glance at clocks to tick away the moments 'til farewell and dip

if anxious was a role one could fill upon a credits list
i'd grab an oscar every other time i left my bed a bit
performing well enough to leave my colleagues in a deficit
the academy awards would be incredulous

i'm often opulent in time alone, purveyor of the faux pas
horrible at family festivities, silent, phone on
i wander to the dinner table, fumble to the coleslaw
and wish i was at home so i could doze off

morning walk (prod. dweeb)

woah! aye!

mixed by https://www.twitter.com/lilpolearm @polearm
cover art by https://www.twitter.com/drdful

lyrics:
might just have to rip it thru my nose, lickin' on her toes 
pull up at her door with hella different color roses 
said she wanna go, well where you wanna go? 
'cause i'll go anywhere with you i don't care where we goin' 

can't delay it, been the greatest, no discussion 
topped me by the palm trees, i coconutted 
i ain't yo x but i'll still pull up at the function 
think i found the formula for stacking up these hundreds 

might put bands on my hands like a lobster 
in high school, i was getting slammed into lockers 
now i'm cool, posing for the gram, check my posture 
f's on my tests, bitch i feel like mr. crocker, i'm honored 

hit it from the back like a fender bender 
yeah, i hit it then i dip like a chicken tender 
my wrist iced out like a winter blizzard 
life flashing by now, but you don't get the picture 

run it like an athlete, fuckin' in the backseat 
might just turn this uber ride into a fake taxi 
said that gucci drop was hella hard, i had it last week 
wavy like i'm max b, you ain't have to ask me 

diamonds on diamonds, i feel like steve i had to stack em up 
wilin, we wilin, my shawty drippin like an aqueduct 
so boofed that i can't move and i'm sad as fuck 
still hit her with that pool cue, told her rack 'em up 

balling, i'm balling, i'm like mike with the pump fake 
versace up on me, i'm flexed up, screaming fuck snakes 
designer is fine i could put you in it if you want, babe 
giuseppe, she text me, like are you tryna have a lunch date 

please, i spill the tea 
freshest around like i got the febreeze 
head in the ground like an ostrich, you see 
if you talk down, you ain't talking to me 

'cause i been staring at my pc making beats until my eyes are sore 
flexed up, i get more checks than the verizon store 
next up, 'cept i'm up now, and it's time for war 
competition scared 'cause they know this ain't my final form

final form!

produced by @mt_fujitive
cover photo shot by @chriswrightotj

i have a cold

lyrics:
i'm getting sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

i've even practiced sacrficing bad news to aphrodite statues
antagonized by past dues, i'm camera shy and fat too
diet plan is snack food, banana pies and cashews
the person that i dream to be, i pantomime with tattoos
but even still, i sense the glimmer of my confidence
hiding under ink i got to mimic my accomplishments
they're few and far between, sort of timid in their promises
drowning subtle whispers with the engine of a rocketship

i can't linger any longer in the past
i'm not the person that i was back then
romanticizing everything, the flowers in the grass
were a stepping stone for expressing my love back then
but now i'm jaded as i cautiously detach
from all the people that i loved back then
drowning every issue via vodka from a flask
to think, the only thing i wanted was a hug back then

sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

warped tour (prod. hella sketchy)

lil wave

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