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‘don’t wanna feel’ is a song about when my dad left and the abandonment issues I developed from that, it was a really rough time for me at first but over time I realised that it was for the better after information about his behaviour was revealed to me, I still suffered from abandonment issues and I didn’t want my partner to leave like my dad did, this song goes between me singing about my dad and my experiences to the chorus talking about how I wanted my partner to ‘stay by my side, till I die’ I didn’t want to feel at that point of my life, it was a lot for me, this song is very personal and is actually my first full song :)

don’t wanna feel

made a chill flip of Artemas - Wet Dreams. Enjoy !!

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Artemas - Wet Dreams (Vanic Remix)

Went thru about 20 different versions trying to avoid the auto takedown... and only this ten minutes long version worked. Hahah oh well!!!

Sweater Weather (Vanic Remix)

Finally putting out my remix for Nero. Cross ur fingers that we can get this official so we can get it on Spotify! 

Nero - Blame You (Vanic Remix)

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BL3SS x CamrinWatsin - Kisses ft. bbyclose (Vanic Remix)

new remix for Nessa and Artemas - enjoy!!

Nessa Barrett - MUSTANG BABY (FT. ARTEMAS) [Vanic Remix]

Found some sick vocals, decided to put it on this track.

I have nothing to say. Sick...

Crazy - Pandaconda

something a little different I hope you guys like it!

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Freestyle:

Feelin bad
Beat that
Cack-alack Cack-alack
Like oh god, look at me go
watch me rap and watch me flow

Cackalack in the studio
He don't care about you and your hoe
He gonna go back to smoke some dro
And he neva gonna come back to your home now

Cackalack don't give a fuck
Bow-bow-bow when I bust like ooooo
Singin in the nude because
He got nothin to do
He got nothin to lose

Cackalack gonna get ya
Cackalack gonna sweat ya
Down
Bullet-Bullet-Bullets at your crown now
BOW BOW - BOW BOW BOW BOW

Up down
These the things that I rap with
Motherfucker smokin crack in my back seat
Oh god, watch that asshole
He's got my fucking flash bro

(I got his camera,
In my fuckin face
taking pictures of me everyday)

Takin pictures of me
Flash front, back above me
It doesn't matter I'm gassed and flashed
It doesn't matter I'm in the ass

Public eye, doesn't fuckin matter
Every day, I get a little fatter
Drink, eat, Smoke my bladder
Away I don't give no matter

Like a pancake
Like a pancake
Flat, Battered like a pancake
Flat, Battered like a pancake
With blueberries yeah

I don't give a fuck about Jew Barrys
I don't give a fuck about the who? The Hoot?
The Who Berries, It's the owl
I see them comin

Pidgeons, Pidgeons Pidgeons in the street
Somethin looking good, maybe I can fuckin eat it
Chop it up and fuckin eat it
Mmm. Pigdeon. Meat bitch

This the kind of thing that I do
I'm a heathen

This the kind of thing that I do
I'm a heathen

Eat pidgeon meat in the fuckin street bitch
This the kind of thing that I eat
You actin like I put a sparrow in a streetwich

Knee quick
Bow bow bow
Uteran punch
That's the thing, I get my lunch
It's the thing to make blood out of punch

Eat the pussy
Eat eat pussy when I'm drunk
I eat pussy every day
Give a fuck bout if it's gay
I don't give a fuck if it ain't
I eat it anyway

I don give a fuck about it
Smoke racks and fuckin crack bro about it
Kill me on the Avenue
You'll never get me
Its what a Crackado

yeah yeah wrap up a rapadoo
Cane, Kang, boomarang a kangaroo
UH

That's what happens when you talk shit
Try to box me and get your head split
They feed me ritalin
It makes me a kid again

Act like I don care
Made me lose my fucking hair
Fuck where it go now
That's fine though it don really matter
I just want to be a famous rapper

You call me Johnny
If you see me on the street I'm funny
Then laugh, laugh at me bitch

What I Eat

Lyrics: This song was a freestyle

Sometimes I get so frustrated because
People that that I ain't got no heart
I ain't got no love becuz of all the stimulants
They think I angry and shit

I ain't that angry
I ain't that angry at all
You drip down my heart
Like the sweat down my balls

Cackalack Cackalack Cackalack
Say No
Cackalack Cackalack Cackalack
Say Go
Home, now.

Feelin down
Walking alone on my way home
Tryna call you but I don't got no phone so
I'm just yellin real loud
Hoping you hear me from the clouds

Boom boom
Thunder comin down
Oh my god
Can you hear me now baby
Do you wanna be my lady
Do you think that you could love me like I do?

Cackalack don't really care where you at
Just come on back 
to the Cack Snack Black Pack

Oh my god, I open the door for you
Step inside, In my ride now
Named after me
Don't you believe it?
Come on let me see dat baby
Send dem nudes

Let me see them boobs now baby
Sendem to me
Let me see dem titties
Send me dem nudes
Get you wet as the sea
Oh my fucking God
Look at me
Look at the Cackalack baby

Look At Me

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