fucker

Lost in the sauce
Covered up to my knees
Do what I want
And I do it with ease
I got some boys on my phone
Who just want a release

I got my hand on his pants
But I feel like a tease
Cause I don't know what I want
Always had this disease
And I don't say how i feel
So I always appease
I'm just a boytoy lookin for joy and inner peace
Got my head in the sand
But my feet in the trees
Feelin like a blind dog
Doesn't know what he sees
Biting in on his fur
As he chews on the fleas
I'm puttin paws on the laws
Someone call the police
I put my hands in the air
Handcuffed with the keys
Face down ass up
You can do as you please
Callin back up
Make me back up, pretty please
Put the collar on
But I got too short a leash
yeah

Watch you salivate, over insta messages
I don't get a fraction of it, I just want percentages
I'm not drinkin alcohol, I want different beverages
Suckin on a dick like a motherfucking methodist
Lookin really pretty for you, wrap me up in necklaces
Got a pair of earrings made of emerald and amethyst
Anything to make you want to put yourself on top of this
Boytoy lookin for a problem, what the problem is?

sex drive

sex drive (christian remix)

never ever
once though is open to future
opening and depth
fun
fun with satisfaction

Quiet Above The Party

THIS CLASS IS ASS (penis version)

if ur reading this ur gay lol

am I for real
yeah I do this for fun
but I'm not a girl so
don't treat me like one

ok let's go
crucified like gethsemane
i get too many enemies
gather criminal felonies
just for summoning melodies
boys so obsessed with me
girls wish they could mess with me
i'm collecting your jealousy
plantin seeds like it's sesame
i'll take it all and drink the whole bottle
as you could probably tell, no male role model
i got mantras, I call them faggot mottos
i get lucky like the numbers listed in the lotto

like those, but not like adam and eve
cuz we fight those
fucking on the mezzanine with my big bros
like a slut on the scene
shut your dumb ass up you look like adam levine bitch

anyway
let's get back on track

i'd like one, tall, black-haired boy like belissimo
hunky chunky monkey like cosmo did wandicimo
i'm just so easy though
take me to DP Dough
calzones on my tippie toes and just kiss me bro
you can hit it from behind
make me moan 
lookin back at you
brought a quiet friend 
with a camera like a lakitu
lookin like a lack of personality or attitude but
i don't really care 
just as long as you fuck me dude
yeah i don't really care
just as long as you fuck me dude

Let's just fucking go

Wizzler

if ur reading this ur gay lmao

thinkin bout my flaws with no pause and with such velocity
talkin bout your coworker aint my cup of tea
i dont talk dumb shit bitch im of the belief 
small minds talk small stupid shit on release

i dont give a fuck about none of your friends
not a single brain cell between any of them
smokin on the same stank dank, smellin rank
probably shootin blanks, ass stank, nothin in the Bank

and i dont give a fuck about what's in the news
All the kanye clickbait shit that they choose
i dont really care about his BPD
Bitch I got the same shit, ain't nobody heard from me

But I see you in despair
You're just hangin by a hair
So I kick away the chair
TEE hee hee

Then I saw you at the bar
So I hit you with my car
Made a whole entire track
Mp3

i get more bitches than you
i get more bitches than you

pissin in your underwears
guess i caught you unawares
you seem pretty unprepared
to me

bet you thought i'd people-please
type a bunch of emojis
call you fuckin socrates
you kidding me?

Lookin for some fun love in a hot tub
You could be my cute fling or my true love
Drip a little hot sauce on my crop top
Pump a couple shots off, Rocks Off, Love

So dirty but my lyrics are clean
Sitting really pretty in a little limousine
Everybody wants to know my routine
But I'll come clean, I don't even drink caffeine

Sittin on a big car with my shirt off
Whenever I trip, I drip, I drop off
Get in my crew before I pop-off
Everbody turns their heads when I cough

Everything I do I know it looks crazy
Wish I could change but boy you cant change me
But when I find elements on my own,
I sing in my tone and reverse the curse on my own

i get more bitches than you
i get more bitches than you

{The manifestation of Anger and Creative Berry Juices by the Cosmic Producer of All Things}

I get more bitches than you

Twin Kitty, Namkai Banco - Paws With No Pause

Inner Dreamons

After forming chemistry with countless live shows (J) Rowdy and the 4-piece NightShift band got in the studio to deliver this brand new EP. Jazz, rock, hip hop and impassioned bars and singing appear throughout this 7-track EP.

Executive Producer: Atticus Reynolds 
Audio Engineer: Trevor Phillips

Drums: Atticus Reynolds
Guitar: Nathan Huvard
Keys: David Klingman
Bass: Butler Knowles
Vocals: Kevin "Rowdy" Rowsey, Tracy Lamont, Michael Young


Artwork: Maura Hartzman
Photo: Alexis Fairbanks
Graphic: Kyree Tittle

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Inner Dreamons

Namkai Banco

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