Thunderstruck Ha

yas or yas

The Idol Soundtrack
World Class Sinner / I’m A Freak - Sxylk Remix

I'm A Freak (SXYLK EDIT)

Before and After

So Good, So Pure, So Kind (7-Inch Version)

choppin

WATTUP- Feat. J-KWON

DO THE WHOLE DASH [DOCX EDIT]

You said I don’t know why we do this, build a life just to lose it, what we sposed to do?
I said maybe that is the reason, do whatever we feeling, what we sposed to do.

I’m born again, at 22, the colours I recall are of a thousand different hues
The house is full. Izzy jalaya and Lou. My legs they work again. Tonight I wanna dance.

You said I don’t know why we do this, build a life just to lose it, what we sposed to do
I said maybe that is the reason, do whatever we feeling, what we sposed to do.

I’m old again, at 92, the pictures of my youth have far more colour in a rear view
I miss it now but I’m never blue, cos even way back then, I knew there’d be an end

You said I don’t know why we do this, build a life just to lose it, what we sposed to do
I said maybe that is the reason, do whatever we feeling, what we sposed to do

Right Side of My Neck COVER

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Abortion Clinic Queen

Masculin Féminin

Jet Star

produced by @audiomiraj

i know how to hurt
i know how to heal
i know who to maim 
and how blood congeals  
they like to say no one ever died from wanting too much 
but then i’ve ended countless lives with a single touch
no double dutch
the world doesn’t have enough for me 
i need a galaxy
who’s that gal you see?
yung galadriel with the pure polished insanity 
reality’s a construct that i control with my gadgetry 
i’m up in a tree to tactfully tranquilize a tragedy 
life’s timeline is tedious i need it all then some + more 
nothing else would satisfy but an all-out planetary war 
we sanctify the sacrilege with a horn through the matador  
blood mats the floor, hey what’s that vermin-filled vat for? 
feel free to use my innermost innards for a kissing booth
been sent on a fact-finding mission but still missing the truth 
talked to dr. ruth so my wardrobe always stays uncouth
got you in duct tape to the face in a room with no walls or roof
but that’s just me jaded with my puny world
in a whirligig vomiting, spewing out puerile pearls 
i vanquish their anguish + hit all the angles
new-fangled nootropics emerging from the tangle
at dusk i blow blofeld and then our minds meld
got bastions of beasts that simply refuse to be quelled 
shiny weapons of mass destruction, all shrunk down to handheld
got top secret testimony compelled from the unparalleled
parallel dimension for my death, rebirth + ascension 
there are some things you have to promise to never mention 
like, for one, the sexual tension at the vivisection 
cuz i need that pension so don’t blow up my fucking profession 
performing premature autopsies they really ought to stop me
i get real sloppy with all these male model carbon copies
transform perfect structures in to junked-out jalopies
i just don’t get people, i better understand dead bodies
you’ll soon shuffle off this mortal coil
cuz i’ve got my thigh portal oiled
gargoyles line my cunt ready to roil
packaged in the panic room, 
prepare for titanic doom
embalmed, plopped in an inorganic tomb 
under a manic moon

Not Enough (prod. miraJ)

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