She (H)ate me

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white people music

produced by crayon
mixed by crayon
mastering by crayon

no fun
no fucks
you did me bad
i dont wanna know why you came back
can we just forget each other
sorry right to my mother 
i failed my life
failed my life

can we just forget each other 
sorry right to my mother
i failed my life
failed my life

can we just forget each other

sorry this is too much

@six-days-after-christmas
@i-wanna-be-a-jack-o-later

i cant stand my skin 
i fell in love with lynn
i noticed that she was right
noticed that she was right
dont know where begin 
im cursed with your sin oh i am
just about to burn 
just about to burn

stop cursing me

@ankleankle
@six-days-after-christmas
@i-wanna-be-a-jack-o-later

i guess every time you close your eyes
you see me standing right beside you
brush your hair from morning on
wipe your skin til your tears are gone
i guess everyone just fucking hates you
shattered words will end and break you
cry to me while you sing along
look at me while you get it wrong

say what you said i heard you
i known you for a long time so i cant hurt you
and i dont want you feeling like im not okay
i tried to leave but not again
looking at the ceiling of my room
im pondering im missing you
thinking of our conversations
i cant even think of things to do
you wanted me to stay but i dont wanna see it through
rather be by myself but everytime i close my eyes im seeing you

close your eyes w ankle

@i-wanna-be-a-jack-o-later

makeup smeared on your face
you cant tell me what you think of me
no its not a mistake
girl you fucked up now youre dead to me
got no empathy
i didnt think you would but thats okay cuz
anything you say
doesnt mean shit

i cant get you out my head
you would rather see me dead

makeup smeared on your face
you cant tell me what you think of me
no its not a mistake
girl you fucked up now youre dead to me
got no empathy
i didnt think you would but thats okay cuz
anything you say
doesnt mean shit

makeup

what really is it:
i hate talking 
thats my biggest flaw
quarantine myself away
but now im stuck in a hole
i wanna take care of u 
but what really is it
u made it a mission
nd i got close

confusion:
sorry im in a rush i just hate wasting my time
i see u in my reflection i can feel u near
u stopped b4 we got
where we needed it to go
you know
do u wanna stay
do u wanna go you dont
even know
confusion

ㅤㅤwhat really is it / confusion

i hate wasted potential
so why did god give all this to me
im probably not the best candidate 
and i dont like anything i see
i look up at the sky its still gray
i look down and i see concrete
why am i so tripped over you
why cant you be stuck here with me 

the sun gets way too
bright at the beach
and somehow still 
not bright like you
i know its new
i just want you to
get comfortable and take them off
at my crib
in my crib, in my crib

steve lacy sample

white girl wasted

We All Wanna Be Something
But dreams are Dreams And we’ll be nothing
We all gotta die someday
Now hurry up i hate the Wait
You take i take what else is left
We hate everyone Else except us
Let’s get Away from all our friends
And get drunk at Jeff’s Party

They hate us
We hate us
You Hate us
I love It

03 Russia

Ill Never Know How You Really Feel
Ignore it all 
Youre so Pretend
Make believe 
youre so pretty
View My eyes 
you Always lie

01 Do You Hate Me Yet

I Know Theyre Starting To Hate
Probably Jealous Cuz of u
I changed so Much in 2 months
Its probably All too New
The spark In my eyes is Fading
I Cant really hide It well
It kinda makes you wonder
Whats up There Ill never Tell

Im never going To hell
I think You already feel it
I had a Dream that we Kissed
While you were Laying on top of Me
How much time is there left
How About we spend, It Right
Im Never taking the fall
But do you like Me at all

02 Fuckshit

I Dont Know What I Am In Here For
Amuse me baby go ahead lie some more
Im starving Daily got an empty Core
Drunk as fuck and giving You a tour
Well are you listening to me Right Now
Im just here to take Away your crown
I Know You like It when i come around
And ill ignore like fucking anyone

04 Pinkman

thank you for ALL the support 
mixed by @tevinwmusic
prod by @yungameba

music video: http://bit.ly/2yaRgA1


I like to think I’m well-equipped as any other average guy 
but I just can’t discover love and I don’t even set my standards high
on top of that, I’m camera shy, maybe I should opt-out of the dating pool
and be an undercover tinder samurai

cause I would rather type online than whisper in a dingy bar
and swiping left and right could be my new bushido ninja star
and I’m well-versed in virtual lovemaking ninjutsu 
on every profile pic I post, I’m posing with my shitzu
or flexing with my shirt off cause I heard that gets you hits too

Especially OkCupid, I’m like Eros or the cherubs be,
I pierce hearts of women with my cursor and my arrow keys
and disregard my Roman roots and choose a font that’s serif-free,

trust me,

 I’m a tinder bio brainiac
the way I kindle fire with matches, I’m a pyromaniac
on christian mingle, I’m a casanova,
if ya’ll don’t think so, y’all can ask Jehovah
check your inbox, he might send an answer over

I wish I had the muscles of a granite sculpture
I would log on ashleymadison and bang adulterers
I’m so lonely, I’ve considered farmers-only
just for someone’s arms to hold me
also, I’m really big on agriculture

but if I had that body of a grecian god
I would trawl on pof.com and use it as a fishing rod
and hope I don’t get catfish,
the fact is if I did, I’d probably play along cause god knows I could use the practice,

and if I’m aching for my roots, I’d visit shaadi.com
message islamic wahhabi hijabi hotties “salaam”
and sunni, shia, those are both denominations I respect
cause I just care for our connection, 

I don’t care about the sects

sometimes I uninstall my apps in reckless insurrectious rage
and then regret it while I check the craiglist missed connections page
and then I think that I should get out more and disregard my mobile cell
and get to know the local teller at my barnes and noble well
and check out what she’s reading while she’s charging up my total sale
and ask her if she likes the novel,
and once she answers, ask her if wants to grab some coffee or some ice cream waffles,
and she’d probably say that’s awesome, 

 I’d ask her when she’s off of work,

 she might answer “midnight”

 I’d tell her that sounds awful, 

what a bummer, and from somewhere
I might muster up the nerve to get her number,

 and I would ask her what her digits are
and if I play it right then I can disregard my ninja stars, 
say sayonara to katanas and my other weapons too 
and try committing by committing online dating seppuku

tinder samurai (video in description)

prod @yungameba
mixed by @ibr
art by @ibr and me 
shouts to my crew @offthejump
thanks to @atlas for being a cool dude 
lyrics: http://genius.com/Samsa-feat-atlas-anthropocene-lyrics


I always knew that we’d be by each other’s side forever
now our time has come 
and I’d be satisfied if we died together
 
yeah, our climate’s fucked  
we might as well enjoy the weather
our time is up and I’d be satisfied 
if we died together

hit me up

anthropocene ft. atlas 🎉

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









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but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter

Produced by: 
https://soundcloud.com/officialbiosphere

Additional Vocals by:
@atwood

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@saintkales

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Lyrics:
I just want to take you in my flying car/
chase that perpetual sunset past synthetic bio-farms/  
take you to vast varieties of beautiful environments/
excluding all the man-made landscapes, I just want/
lakes, rivers and a stretch of forest rolling hills, and so on/
we'll pull a U-turn, charging forward faster than a photon/
I've planned the whole thing out, there's just some final adjustments/
made to ion combustion chambers that fire without fussing/
saved a bunch of money working part-time jobs throughout the week/
searched the archives at the thoughts that there's escape routes that aren't seen/ 
skirt the tall tides past the sea walls in my car and breathe the air/
let the mist speckle the windows, smell the salt then leave from there/ 
wait, we should walk through hubbubs in the downtown bustle/
stained, with brine on our clothes and seek out closed down tunnels/
take flight away from here, and when our plan is perfected/
you should pack our bags and I'll destroy the tracking antennas/ 

We should both fly far away/
we should both fly far away in my car/
we should fly through the grey mist, and places we hate/ 
make a daring escape and then find a fresh start/

I just want to save you with my flying car/
fuel, burning clean and this machine is free from idle parts/
two, butterfly doors and seat warmers for the trip/
police warnings enforcing strict policies again/ 
true neon lights illuminate the bulk of this town/
there used to be a hint of guilt, I don't feel culpable now/
soon we'll be bursting out the city limits, swerving down/
further south to pretty districts we heard of from word of mouth/
zoom-zoom, my race car dips beneath the sea wall turrets/
a faint dot glitch on radar blips to see this epoch curtained/
you and I are leaving tonight at midnight sharp/
blue electric engine jolts jump in thin bright arcs/    
it's finally our time to fly outside of the kingdom/
we've been in sealed in our cells all interlinked and convinced we're imprisoned/
while I tinkered with this plasma propulsion engine/
that was then and this is now we're flying out of this bedlam, we're gone/

ㅤㅤwhat really is it / confusion

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