POLAROID MEMORIES

Where ft N4T3

(INTRO) I just want it all

EGO 2 (ft: Charisma ATL)

Rikodene is a syrup wit dihydrocodeine or something and it’s 4x stronger than codeine and it’s over the counter in Australia bloody delicious good sippin cuz

RIKoDeiNE

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shoutout MAREK DAVID
MIX/MASTER: BEAMAH
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

You coming across brash, I'm a barracuda at the drop off
Don't hand me sweaty cash lad, why's the dosh hot
Lips locked but I get about as a judgey cunt
So careful what you spout like a budgie bra
Used to send soaked paper in the post
Now it's ancient symbols on consignment
Me and MD, we're self aggrandising
Go get some leads, you might catch a sighting
He's shifting nearer through the tundra, white sea
Or could find yourself staggering out from under gum trees
Wish and hoping it was all delirious dreams

Watch where you goin, hungry clay of the dry-out creek
Sucks at feet same as giant leech
Or get gulped by the thaw slush melt
End up in a museum like a boar tusk helm
I got lots more to tell, come dive, need no mask or bell
Through complots we'll delve
So many white Os dacked and dealt
I granted myself a championsniff belt
I'm feeding on fungi while fungi feed on you
So what's that make you cuzzy? Some ring-worm food
Blow fly insect fuck in your piss-take skin suit

Like throwing petrol off the roof
Fire unleashed cleans, I'm living proof
My five eights, chinas, mates, my droogs
We're dug in deep like a fort or roots
I've got a black lake in my eye
Don't look too deep, might start to cry
I've got a black lake in my eye
Don't look too deep might start to cry

Everyone already knows 'bout my belt
Exile celt in Aussie panther pelt
Might be archaic but this glaive is still apotropaic
Get skewered, dragged upon the dais by chanting magus
On exchange speaking Gaelic
Tells a tale but you don't really want him to say it
Staffs, sickles and silvery bushland
Druids out at Anglesea making a stand
I eat raw lorikeets in the sand
Your meat all comes out a can
Embezzling gnosis of the local region
One on every continent, hebdomads thieving
Ineffable like Leviathan rhombus
Measure my skull, muse bout its contents
More ominous than a long text
I arrive in the night, gnashing with bong breath

Boar Tusk Helm (PROD. BEAMAH)

Bottom Of The Bottle

PROD.  ZYANTOS
ARTWORK BY RXYALE
SHOUTOUT 667!

NO MORE MR NICE GUY (PROD ZYANTOS)

Had to cut some cunts out the picture
I’d be damned if you said I missed them
I know them snakes ain’t do nothing for me
Ain’t watching my back, when it stay pouring
One thing I learnt, not to trust a soul
It’ll take time for me to trust at all

Why the fuck would i waste my time on a slut? like some of you cunts i don’t understand
I rather keep stacking my cash up high, so i can keep flying out to japan
I ain’t ever been fucking with lean, so i stay sipping that beer till I can’t stand
Know that when I blow up, ones in the past, wanna act like my friend

I been looking back on my old self 
I was broken and I stayed the same
Fast forward, look at me right now
With my spare change, I could cop a chain
I had to murder my past self, cause of the way it was haunting me
RIP ‘insomniac’, now my trauma has took the reigns

Had to level up real quick, took off the dirty vans, swapped it out for the ricks
Spending bands on jackets, stone island or some arcteryx
Stay true to my roots, with the all black fit, now I never thrift 
I was broke before, that’s why I stay flexing, 
for once in my life, I feel like I’ve win

Had to cut some cunts out the picture
I’d be damned if you said I missed them
I know them snakes ain’t do nothing for me
Ain’t watching my back, when it stay pouring
One thing I learnt, not to trust a soul
It’ll take time for me to trust at all

Why the fuck would i waste my time on a slut? like some of you cunts i don’t understand
I rather keep stacking my cash up high, so i can keep flying out to japan
I ain’t ever been fucking with lean, so i stay sipping that beer till I can’t stand
Know that when I blow up, ones in the past, wanna act like my friend

NO MORE MR NICE GUY (PROD ZYANTOS)

JETHRO ~(PHASE 1)