feat. @yori_beats
prod. @btmkr3000
mixed by @ibr
covert art by @chriswrightotj

N/A feat. Yori

Take a trip without the drugs, that's a race to the bottom.

Produced and Mixed by @ibr

Art by me

Lyrics:

Whoever said a plane could solve any problems
I'll spin a hundred thousand miles drinking straight from the bottle
Before I load up on a tin can with wings for the slalom
And a take a trip without the drugs, that's a race to the bottom, yeah
Can you keep a secret code, I got messages with hoes
I ain't talking to my bros, don't bother
Cause they got women of they own, never thought that we'd be grown,
Saw some shoes I didn't own so I bought em
Yeah that's the life that I've been living lately
Centerfolds and kissing babies
Gone a dozen days 'fore they wonder if I'm missing maybe
Been trynna remember what my purpose is, it's getting hazy
I don't wanna feel like I'm alone so I need my lady
And she wanna feel like she's all mine
But I'm probably the worst when not online
So hit me what your subtweets I'll be fine
If I'm running bet it's always towards your mind


Summers like an open door, but I don't wanna walk through it
Got a lotta thoughts in your head, but you don't wanna talk through it


I can't afford no emotional discretion
If i open up my soul don't go firing no weapons
I been running on this coal like the fire was a blessing
But I still burned my feet on the ashes
Patches got the raps, but lately I been singing more
Ever since i met that little maverick, I'm swinging more
Catch me on that high beam, put me on your wide screen,
I forgot to bring the chords
So maybe we can disconnect to reconnect, reconfigure routers
Have an intellect and intersect our thoughts without the power
Like a revolution, recomputing factors i'm a spacious student
Got a lot of room to improve but I space and a lose it
Start an ageless movement, 
Motivate some kids who way too young to try and face the music
Contradicting, selfless, prudent, arrogant,
Bordering on alcoholic, parents went
They separate ways so I don't know what marriage is, 
I wear my flaws

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Race To The Bottom || prod. by ibrahim

Had some fun with this one. 

Featuring/Mixed by @grifcantsleep 
Art by @brandonabueg
Enjoy :)

LYRICS: 


Now ive never been the type that would beg for the attention
Always in the corner with some headphones on
People think im mad cause my blank expression
But really im just focused tryna let go of
 
Thoughts of my ex girl, the next girl, the last
I'm Impressed that I’m blessed I can check off the past
Man I rap to release all the tension 
It reeks of depression
And constant panic attacks

But fuck that 
Zig zags for a jay 
Backwoods blue dream when i call it day 
Oralé homie tossed me a corona 
The girl im tryna get at steady blowin up my phone 

Ya know it cant get much better 
46 texts man i might go get her 
Make that 47 cause i heard another *ding* 
She sent another text said i can't get wetter 

After one time man ima be her trend setter 
Blue sweater favorite one that she can't throw away 
Shorty too hot, she need to cool down 
Ima quench her thirst 
Ima be her lemonade 
Hook: 
I want you 
Girl ima tell you straight that's the way i am 
I want you 
My love is like a drug you don't understand 

Griffin: 
I been on my shit where the job site huh? 
Put the work in 
Strict with the verbs but I slack on the nouns 
Me? 
Ain't losing my head in the gold 
See? 
Blow loud till I'm full 
The sound in my throat 
Been crowd in the roads 
So fuck what you're on 
Stay advancing the poems 
Holding my key 
I might just freak on some drums like BWAH 
Yeah 
I was eager to run just needed a month 
I know how you sleepin on me 
Ain't been stoppin the growth
Ima hop in the bush 
So cold when I'm cookin the flows(Aye)
Old soul with the hook 
Stay roamin the coast 
From Brooklyn to Newport 
Just look where your moves 
I'ma fuck with the sonar yeah 
Put it in the beat for a snare 
Comin at me be prepared 
Study that, grow out your hair 
Samson I'm ramblin here 
But still on my A1 shit 
They said there's no replacements 
They want tips? 
Tell 'em Kick it at my place just like watch 
Runnin up the board like watch 
Crews county comin up the coast on lock 
Sayin oh just watch like 

Hook



Okay so I just woke up
Last night’s a little vague but I taste throw up
Had a little much to drank and I made little lust
with the shorty from the first verse 
Said she wanna fuck

I Want You ft. griffin

sunday is the lords day.
cover art: https://soundcloud.com/mysticalfluff
mix prod: https://soundcloud.com/denz-16

Wasted Time [Prod. DJ DENZ THE ROOSTER]

mr. brightside.

The rocks on the bottom are cold when you first touch. 
Been on ‘em so long, it doesn’t bother me so much. 
I wake up and salvage what I can of my dreams 
before I splash some water onto my mood and have to leave. 
I take a step out, breathe. Sigh to release the pressure.
Physically, I’m present but my eyes keep tryna exit 
out the window. Picture myself anywhere but here. 
Need to turn off autopilot and remember I can steer 
but my floorboards creak. 
I haven’t had a normal conversation in like a week. 
Just “No, I don’t need a bag,” 
and “Thanks for swiping my card,” 
then try to get out as fast as I can 'fore I need to talk. 
Hurry the walk back before my body falls apart. 
Drop down onto my bed like why did I even start. 
As I slip back into slumber, I wonder 
where the why of it's all gone.
I keep coming back ‘cause I've been going so long.

The more I learn, 
the less I feel I know it.
Feelin’ like the less you know, 
the more I feel alright.
But somethin’ ‘bout that voice I hear reminds me 
that it’s only the beginning tonight.

I wanna write a love song but I can’t 
‘cause I can’t be around a girl without apologizing in advance 
for all the mistakes that I haven’t made, 
problems I haven’t caused. 
I self sabotage before I even get a chance to offer 
my hand in yours on a romantic walk through a national park.
I’d give you half of my heart if I wasn’t standing so far,
if I didn’t flash up my guard automatically 
when actually, I’d trade every star in the galaxy 
if it meant that the gravity 
couldn’t grab you and steal you away.
I just wish I had a reason to be feeling this way.
I just wish I had an address to send these letters to. 
‘Stead I fold them into airplanes, 
throw them and hope that they get to you. 
I wanna fall so you can catch me.
Cry into each other’s arms until it passes. 
I wish I could say that I’ll make you happy but I can’t.
I’ll try to figure out how ‘til I get the chance.

The more I learn, 
the less I feel I know it.
Feelin’ like the less you know, 
the more I feel alright.
But somethin’ ‘bout that voice I hear reminds me 
that it’s only the beginning to life.

Tears don’t mean a thing in the pouring rain.
I ain’t got nothin’ to lose. I got it all to gain.

the more i learn [prod. by mr. master]

"Cold soul you know everybody loves you
Even so you can't see the way you're s'posed to go
You know everything that glitters isn't gold
Their faces turn to stone
The black denim jeans with the small pockets
You couldn't afford much you wore what your mom gotcha
You took ya sister out chilling out the playground
the local moms around so you went on for a walk
Just a stroll you told yourself somewhere you didn't have to talk
Cause all the doctors in the world just seem to think you need a cott
And all the pills and lack of sleep can't beat a trip around the block
And you're in limbo falling yet there's not a sight of ground
A place where tears may often fall but all your sobs don't make a sound
And all the light becomes the dark and all the hate just starts to pound
Upon that lock you set to guard your heart with pieces never found
And then you saw her there girl you dreamt to be your princess
Not one you had to save but one that seemed she'd often listen
You're getting optimistic for someone you haven't met yet
But I digress let's keep the camera rolling the best bet
To progress on the story and let's hope you have a check plan
But, you're getting caught up you didn't notice her sneak up
You were getting so startled she thought it was hilarious
You thought you were anxious then but now it's getting scarier
You start to stutter grays may change to blue
You can feel the butterflies they're getting tough to chew
You feel like you might blow up but instead you'll just take flight
And then she'll grab you with her grace and you'll embrace her tiny light
Cause she's so perfect even past the blemish on her surface
You can see the soul that's chipped and she thought she should hide
It's so painful, seeing someone lovely get so stopped up
All the shine they bring is chopped up but you can see the radiance
You just hold her hand and say you'll be there through the rainy bits
She just smiles blissfully you think you're finally making friends
You realize that you're staring into space or in her eyes
And then you're standing all alone except she's right there by your side
And now it's different, nobody is there for you but her
You're falling down through limbo yet the darkness starts to blur
All the words you kept inside in silent solitude she heard
And she takes you to a world and tries to tell you jump head first
But you're so tentative you forget your sentences
You mumble out regrets and fears she stumbles down the steps and then
You might go to catch her you don't really know
but the next thing you remember is the darkness turn to stone
And you're standing in a castle this endless fight with loneliness has ended
Your problems haven't gone away but this is the beginning
You walk into the throne room yes the elephants apparent
She's the queen you've always wanted and you're staring
Hoping you could muster up the courage too
Take her hand in ways to show that you could never hurt her like
Ways that she's been hurt before you'd put it on your life
Because you've never met someone who could just remove all your strife
and in the blink of an eye you're sitting back in the park
You must've fallen asleep but now you're falling apart
Cause she would stitch up the seams she would light up the dark
You didn't notice there was someone beside you right in the park
You looked around and she looked over she was looking like art
You recognize her by face you wanna talk but she starts
She says she needs a new friend Her family had just moved in
She offers up her hand and you take it like a new man
She's looking so vibrant you're getting all silent
She looks into your eyes and so you finally have decided to
Grow old, even though, everything that turns gray, turns to stone
You know that you want to take it on, you just have a fire lit inside you right at home
Oh
Cold soul, it gets warmer, you could find what you want right around the corner
And gold falls right when you wanna make a little change
Turn concrete into mortar
Will you"

Cold Soul ft. love-sadKiD

On Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, etc.

Prod. @yungmaple
Mixed and Mastered by @iamhrtbrk
Cover Art by @iamhrtbrk

afterlife (prod. 🍁yungmaple🍁) [Available on Spotify & iTunes]

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

Spotify!

Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

with @love-sadkid
produced & mixed by @biskwiq
art by @chrosky

Tandem Unicycle w/ love-sadKiD || prod. by biskwiq

Written by: Reed Pake & https://soundcloud.com/demxntia
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/geo_1022
Engineered by: https://soundcloud.com/demxntia, Blindsightmix & John Garcia
Cover Art by: twitter.com/a1icat_

Lyrics:

Hook:
It's all i've ever known,
But it's feeling less like home
Everything i have to show
Is it easier to throw away?
Why do i feel alone?
In this crowded space i'm always in
I dont know what to do
No i don't know what to do at all

Verse 1:
The walls I live and breathe in between I’m the inmate and the warden of/
It's lit to be dim and bleak like the place is all boarded up/
‘Cause the drapes to my windows are like the pall to a coffin/
As I await to disintegrate in this hall that I’m locked in/
And so much time has allotted for me, it’s hard to believe/
When I got to this occupancy, I thought I'd not wanna leave/ 
But now I’m scratchin’ and clawin’ when I’m passin' every single wall/ 
And lashin’ at anyone at all who’s just askin’ me to be calm/
In my place of residence, used to say it was heaven sent/
Goin’ out of my way to decorate and then I’d freshen it/ 
To make it remain elegant, but now I’m like “hell with it”/
As I stay negligent and watch it decay to a skeleton/
Of what it was in the past, I hardly can stomach that/
I'm reluctant to pack my bags, when it’s been nothin’ but drab/
And if time I could run it back, I would’ve done it in a snap/
But I can't recover half of a decade stuck in this pad/

Hook 2:
It's all i've ever known,
But it's feeling less like home
Everything i have to show
Is it easier to throw away?
Why do i feel alone?
In this crowded space i'm always in
I don't know where to go
No i don't know where to go at all

Verse 2:
If I make a break & escape this place, I dunno where I'd go/
So I lay awake and I ruminate all the faces I know/
That are pacin’ the globe while I'm stayin' complacent at home/
‘Cause I rather stay in repose than be astray and alone/
So when my neighbors don’t want me to be involved in their gatherings/ 
And my thin walls are rattlin’ from the shit song they’re blastin’/
I start contactin’ some locals, hopeful they want to kick back/
And I get a no though, they’re all at the social next door where it’s happenin’/
I used to always think this was the place I was meant to be/
And I made myself believe it was and wasted so much energy/
Yeah, but I’m still holdin’ out hope/
That what I invested will be manifested, but I feel and know that it won’t/
So, how will I cope, with what my dream has amounted to/
And no one’s here to listen, so the walls are what I shout into/
Always lookin’ in my mirror when I’m in my powder room/
Thinkin’ of a day that I can get out of this house of blues/

Hook 3:
It's all i've ever known,
but it never feels like home
Everything i have to show
Is it easier to throw away?
Why do i feel alone?
In this crowded space i cannot leave
This empty house of blues
Does it feel the same for you? oh..

House of Blues - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

House of Blues (feat. demxntia) [prod. garrett.]

LISTEN ON YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/SvwhKDrld9I
LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/track/0wKcW516d4GjgfRWxkKWFE?si=2B1u_xYtR4aYIGZEiI5NMA

Funny thing about motivation.
It’s not a week long seminar 
at some beachside resort and spa. 
Ice breakers with nice strangers. 
Distrustful trust falls. 
Seven easy, twelve easy, 
twenty-five easy steps and that’s all. 
Some people need that. 
A format, a road map. 
They’re so lost about where they wanna go, 
they don’t even know where they’re at. 
And it works. 
But once you dig yourself out of that hole, 
it’s not like the film ends and the credits roll, it’s- 
The funny thing about motivation is it’s not a party. 
It’s not a drum beat in your chest 
echoing through your body. 
Each day isn’t a dragon to slay, 
a battle for your army. 
Temporary life mottos 
scribbled in permanent Sharpie. 
Some people need those. 
Credos. Words to live by. 
Metaphors and allegories to fit yourself inside. 
And it works. 
But take away the glitz and the guts 
and let that luster get a little rust... 
The funny thing about motivation is… 
is that it’s disappointing. 
All it really boils down to 
is strengthening your inner voice 
and that’s not loud, that’s not bright, 
that’s not an interesting story. 
Books don’t get written about 
small personal victories 
because that would be boring. 
But small personal victories 
are what’s truly human. 
Funny thing about motivation is that 
it’s not a crowd chanting over moving music. 
It’s a single pat on your back saying, 
“You can do this.”

It’s muted.
It’s quiet. 
Sometimes it’s silent.

Funny thing about procrastination. 
Sometimes it's not 'cause you're lazy. 
Snoozin' your alarm so you can stay asleep 
every day of the week until the due date's reached. 
Stayed up all night to turn it in late, incomplete. 
Some people do that. 
Who can't? 
Chapter 2 Math 
sounds so much sadder than 
afternoon nap. 
So you don't work. 
But it’s not just putting off for later 
so you can watch some vlogger’s day first. 
I heard somebody 
who studied decision making 
for years get asked, 
“Have you gotten better at 
making decisions in your own life?” 
He said no. 
Right? 
Like if he was researching this whole time, 
how does he not know by now? 
But the funny thing is
being smarter doesn’t make you more productive. 
You just get better at justifying your poor judgement. 
More convincing excuses. 
More lenient sentences. 
Better intentions to pave the road to hell with. 
All this to say that I’m not lazy. 
I just trust that tomorrow me 
will be wiser than today me. 
Blindly, faithfully. 
Trusting the process. 
But if I give it all to God, so to speak, 
what have I got left? 
If I keep pushing the deadlines back, 
I’ll be dead by the time I react. 
And that’s not laziness. 
Or maybe it is that. 
Funny thing about procrastination. 
It hits back. 

It’s a tought fight.
And I’ve lost sight. 
But I’m still tryin’. 
I’ll be alright.