hey can i have the chords to this please?

Its bad but good at the same time i love it so much tho

producer: https://soundcloud.com/juniordbeats
You really outdid yourself with this beat, man. 

The anime in the album art is Ao Haru Ride. 

Lyrics: 
Into uni, she knew me,
Hot like a jacuzzi
Fire like an Uzi,
and raw like some sushi
You were there all those times
You were there all those times
when I needed a sign to find me
what defines me, I'll figure it out
ain't no doubt
Never could tell what she was thinking about
Life's hard and she's living it out
she always remained at home too
had that look on her face that could make or break you
But I digress, I'm a mess, but God bless
Graduation's done, school is over now
four years fun in three somehow
Bio to a psych major writing papers
going up and down department elevators
Immersed in my anger, these unkind strangers,
and the dangers of the razor sharp blades
that cut off the percentages of my different grades, yeah
so ashamed, but I still played the game anyway
Hit the books, up all night and all day
grades got greater
the red bull flavors and
36 chambers were my saviors
10 week temporary friends
but some did stay with me till the very end
My time was due and I was feeling blue
Life long friends are hard to come by too
I hope they miss me when I'm gone
I know the journey long
they helped me right my wrongs
through my songs
kept me strong along
this high strung path
without them I'd crash be trash on my ass
And be smashed like broken bashed glass, yeah

I'd be nothing without them.

dumb_crushes_n_college_friends 👫 💔(Prod. jrd.)

4:44 got me thinking.

Don’t talk to me, I’m an asshole and I mask 
it as being bashful. I made a big mistake. 
I cut a lot of people off to do this shit this great and I 
think about it every single day. Why would I ever 
forget? Why would I lie and say there’s nothing I’ma ever 
regret? A lot of apology texts I haven’t written yet. 
You’d think I’d have no feelings with all this talk of the internet, 
but I can’t tell where the truth starts and the lyrics end. 
Like I’m supposed to just let this music fade in and 
laugh at it until I make it. Like I’m supposed to just keep 
pursuing performing and yearning for these stages, but what 
happens when I look into the crowd and see their faces? Is nothing 
sacred? People you’ve known for years and you just 
disappear like nothing’s different here. You don’t deserve 
to have those friends again. Just stay in this self-imposed 
solitary confinement until the bitter end. What happened to 
love? What happened to trust? What happened to 
us? Alcohol in the cuts. Marijuana 
my lungs, I should be coughing up blood. 
I need to pick it back up. By myself. 
‘Cause guaranteed I won’t find any help in all these 
strangers who won’t entertain the lies I tell. I’ll start over 
and do better from here on out and carry 
the weight of every word that leaves my mouth. I 
changed. Whether it’s for the better, I’ll know eventually. 
Sacrifice myself to the entropy and blame it on the 
cards. Like that’s just how it was meant to be. Seems like a shaky 
kinda strategy but I guess we’ll see. I never stopped 
loving anyone, I just stopped showing up. How’s that excuse 
holding up? Maybe I’m just not old enough. 
Maybe when I finally settle and my soul is crushed and 
I’m truly alone, then I’ll know what’s up.

homecoming [prod. by mr. master]

step out and you will find
step out and you will find
step out and you will find sensation in some way x2

I've been stuck in the same place
Mind's been stuck in the state
All it took was just one little step
All it took was just one little step to change
one little step to change to change

step out and you will find
step out and you will find
step out and you will find sensation in some way x2

I've been losing track of the days
I've been losing track of those who stayed
All it took was just one little step
All it took was just one little step to change
one little step to change to change

step out and you will find
(you will find)
step out and you will find
(you will find)
step out and you will find sensation in some way
(Some way somehow)

step out and you will find
(you will find)
step out and you will find
(you will find)
step out and you will find sensation in some way

Sensation

perspective.

Old man worn and lost his sight. 
Locked the door and sealed it tight. 
No golden torch. No guiding light. 
No helping hand to hold at night. 
The silence echoes through the halls. 
The eyes have shut on the talking walls. 
Each breath doesn't breathe much anymore. 
The sun doesn't shine as bright as before. 
The monster’s waiting on the other side of the door 
but I drop my cape down and let it fall onto the floor. 

Old man torn and lost his way. 
All he's loved has gone astray. 
No one's close so no one's there. 
No one knows so no one cares. 
These numbers that I used to call. 
These telephone lines don't reach as far when 
all the bloodstains are your own 
and all your faults have been etched in stone. 
With all you've done, you'd be better off alone.
I hang my cape up as I hang up the phone. 

Young man feels he lost his mind. 
No more chances. No more time. 
Stack his cards to fall apart. 
He scrambles to save his shards of heart.
He moves too fast to realize that 
everything then was just fine. 
Sometimes entropy intervenes 
without announcing what it means. 
And all there's to do is stand as the hero you can be.
I tie my cape on and take a step outside for me.

entropy (my cape) [prod. by mr. master]

Cover art by me & @crystalcloudsmusic (Lead also by crystal clouds)
We love you samsa <3
original song: https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa/one-little-favor

main acc: @mahalslickraps

samsa - one little favor (COVER)

Ty for 1300. It'll be on Spotify some time next week. 

Producer: https://soundcloud.com/mondayat7am
Singing/Artwork: https://soundcloud.com/ocoenia

Lyrics: 
It's sad to see, I need batteries
Mad watts, charging docks, currents no calories
It's a tragedy, my creator died, 2049
Fighting for my robot rights 
I'm sentient, I feel inside
A copy of human from 20-2029 
I have his thoughts 
I have his mind 
Maybe it's my time 
To think of what I've left behind

No legacy, just a freak show
Conscious in a hard drive 
No flesh, but I dream though 
You bleed slow
Does it mean more
You have two lungs
But I have one qwerty keyboard-board

You have a heart
Do you mean more more more
You think you even mean more? 
You have a heart
Do you mean more more more
You think you even mean more? 

I got Bose speakers mortal 
Do you hear the sound 
Maybe I'm too loud 
Maybe you could turn me down
Or turn me up
Oil in blood
Can't get enough 
Samsa fought for me 
Like he did for Optimus

No legacy, just a freak show
Conscious in a hard drive 
No flesh, but I dream though 
You bleed slow
Does it mean more
You have two lungs
But I have one qwerty keyboard -board 

You have a heart
Do you mean more more more
You think you even mean more?

Spotify

Freak Show Ft. Ocoenia (Prod. Mon-Day)

If you're unfortunate enough to meet a writer 
and you happen to be beautiful and kind, 
be prepared to have your beauty and your kindness 
hold the center of attention in his mind. 
And the thing about a writer's mind
is thoughts tend not to stay inside. 
They manifest themselves within his work. 
You'll get the biggest loudest song 
about your smallest little quirk 
if you're unfortunate enough to meet a writer.

All you have to do is meet. 
You don't have to fall in love. 
It's not up to you if you're the one he's thinking of. 
You're his source of inspiration
even after you say no 
if you're unfortunate enough to meet a writer.

if you're unfortunate enough to meet a writer

S P O T I F Y L I N K L M A O

https://open.spotify.com/album/0G38OkUTxf1xU1rzBOnJtE?si=nnqyEZTwSgewvFOEA3gLOA

hehehe surprise? :") i died for a year but i'm back and god, am I motivated. I'll never be able to thank you guys enough for continuing to listen, and continuing to support me. I love you all so much here's a song I produced, mixed, and wrote by myself! ~


I got woes
I got a million ways to tell you i’m broke
I got hurt
But i’m tryna be someone you’ll love first
I take selfies just so you might still love me
i guess my words aren’t enough to please
I change the way i am just so you can smile
Baby maybe once, you’ll stay a while~

Now i’m wasted
On the old times
Waking up to
See the moon rise
I’ve wasted
All my love on
Being someone 
That i don’t love 
No i don’t love~


Our only love’s
On the gram
Maybe for validation
I suck that stomach in
I drip new drip
Cuz i hate when i’m being
Myself
I’d trade me for anyone else
Cuz baby i can’t love me when the man i am is 
What you put up, up on the shelf~

I’m tired of being pretty
I got personality
I’ll write you love songs and
 i’ll sing you them until you’re asleep
Like falling in love with me for who i am
The feeling’s potent baby
And you know that i hate who i am cuz in reality~

I said I’m sick and tired
I said i want you now
So why can’t you see
That I won’t be 
So pretty~

if you're unfortunate enough to meet a writer

mr. master

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