shit makes me miss her and I don't even know who she is 😭🤧

I DONT HEAR THAT SHIT EITHER - atlas

[Coming Soon To More Platforms Near You!]
[Much Love.]

- [M.]

Erykah's Gun [Bonus Track]

i have finally released a new song!

on all platforms (spotify etc) https://fanlink.tv/withherneb

With Her (feat. atlas)

SEEING STARS

well, here we are.

after a long journey spent coping with sub par mental health and the various females inhabiting my high school, i've finally accomplished the thing i set out to do so long ago:

i put out a real album.

i hope that you all enjoy listening to this as much as i enjoyed creating it, because this whole thing has been an experience for me.

thank you for getting me so incredibly close to 10,000 soundcloud followers and thank you even more for taking the time to listen to what i've created here.

the cover art was created by my good friend halli hunt, or h.h. as some of you may know her.

have a fantastic day, and hey;

the world might not always be beautiful, but the potential for beauty and peace exists so long as the potential for hatred and violence is present. you can't have sunshine without a little rain, and i can't have happiness without a little help from my friends. i love you all.

<3

music and cute girls (interlude) (prod. tomppabeats)

humility (prod. borealism)

bars (feat. cole corduroy) (prod. junyii)

The big bad @boof-radley

producer. @sandpeoplecologne
mixer. @ibr
cover artist. @chriswrightotj

Lyrics:
Boof
My drugs are dank, we be stankin you can smell the jankum
Shootin up horse tranqs and watchin shawshank redmeption
Vibin out to Morgan freeman huffin seahorse seaman 
I got powers with downers even eeyore feindin 
Boof the best with the mescaline
Shawty say I'm too masculine so I'm injecting estrogen
I Keep the zicam on my nightstand 
Im a nice man I'm the similaun iceman 
I'm the night man, shouts out to Charlie
We stay sniffin glue smoking weed bumpin marly
Hardly
Yellow man in my speakers, Xans and the reefer 
Crack and some meth in my sneakers
Sketchers 
My wiener like an mc Escher 
There's no start no end it just goes on and on and on
Triplets is hatin I fucked your mom your mom your mom
It's just a plant mara Juan a Juan a Juan 
Yeah ya know me, sippin peyote 
In Nairobi with a shaman droppin x in my ramen 
Rocking Jon Bon Jovi fuckin brony's
I did krokodil in 2012 with Joseph Kony that's the homie

Headhaunter
My drugs are dope, we be smoking, puffing psychotropics
chrome spray paint diet, half my eyes are closing
synthemesc in my homogenized milk, eating corn pops
baggies in my socks of fine silk, speed through check stops
can't remember where I left my keys, going to home bed
to sleep on top a sheet of LSD
taking marijuana rectally, it's all that I can do
almost overdosed solely off the contact high from Boof
raise the roof before the roofies take effect
wake up nude, expired ludes are on my breath taste the best
in this mescaline Slurpee, feel adrenaline surging
trying to find my spirit animal while dressed as a furry
slept on a gurney, been burning cat-nip in a blunt
I hold breath so hard I've got a fucking callus on my lungs 
I'm robbing pharmacies while drunk on Oxyclean
forgot to wear to my sock or jeans, wait, shit what's your policy?
conversate with plants in nightshade gardens
mumble high grade jargon, sniffin' dye based markers
wake up and gargle frog venom, saw the walls bending
tripping balls, tip and fall, spin in chairs like Bond villains

Headhaunter & Boof Radley - My Drugs

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

is this really life?

produced/written by me
mastered by biskwiq 
art by skirt

lyrics:
when you're standing at your window in your bathrobe
like you do
like you do

talking to your mother on your cell phone
turning blue
you can't move

she says, "ayla, are you eating like you're supposed to?
tell the truth
i know you"

you wonder if she knows about the old youth
that you knew
what's the use?

i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay awake
i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay away

when you're staring at the ceiling in your bedroom
every night
flickering lights

from the broken bulbs in street lamps that surround you
paint you white
seconds at a time

you face the wall you used to put your back to
scatter lines
pass the time

you feel as though you're trapped inside a vacuum
can't be right
is this really life?

i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay awake
i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay away

Erykah's Gun [Bonus Track]

[Michael.]

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