Trashy

PRIVATEFRIEND: THE SNIPPET COLLECTION

Lil Yachty Feat. Tyler1 My Level

(lyrics)
cycle until the price payed 
pages therapeutic I’ll probably write my life away 
scary truths in my wake
mourn a new shrouding 
a true coward to feel alone when the room crowded 
move mountains amounted my self imprisonment
trace figure 8s hate the shit I been scribbling 
conscious lost intermission my constant cognitive dissonance didn’t listen conditioned to burn the lineage bridging
diminish who I could trust 
(uh)
sense heaven a construct 
unconscious to what’s above 
I dip the quill in my blood 
ship this letter with love 
a butcher knife through my chest
smile say I’m good 
wish I could fucking cry 
wishing to let it flood , flood , flood, flood, flood, fucking flood again
lamb blood sludged above the door before you walking in 
harness harbor-less ships
honor in direction discretion
the supersession was nothing they expected unless the lessons would let up my expectation I set from successors
extended stay of tenure
accentuate delving expatiations I seen in spaces 
receive the bleakest faces 
demeanor faking 
a race on pace to change the locks on gates
still banging … on them 
in my vacant months 
It’s crazy what my rage could lust 
It was a pain to learn what patience was 
still waiting 
(haha)
(yeah)
what my rage could lust 
what my rage could lust
It was a pain to learn what patience was 
found solace in these vacant months 
what my rage could lust

(Prod. cooperlabatte)

(lyrics) (act 1)
run it back 
run it back 
run it back 
ayyyyy hold on, hold on, hold on
ayyyyyyy
ouu, ay 
wait a minute now 
waited 2-3 hold up let me finish now
(hold on)
hold the power of interruption and bluffing this conversation over 
nobody want a discussion now (nobody)
deafened mind
really protecting pride 
a reflection of his hardware looking inside his mind (ayy)
defensive recollection of a past that didn’t happen take it back I know I wouldn’t experience overlapped it
experience overdid it
Experian flagging credit
now that’s 22 mil for y’all hoes so forget it
(what)
throwing money at problems
hoping it would resolve them
my homie told me he finna buy a condo for his trauma
and a condom came attached 
laughing at the humility
bath towels soakin you choking in the humidity
folding out for some women it’s in genetics & primitive just to be so pathetic the reproductive the narrative
fucking the finest pussy is hiding my insecurities smoking weed on the balcony taxing me in the morning
hope the resin I’ve been coughing resonated with my conscious 
I’m on a roll like a x pill
momma knowing I’m on it 
sleeping standing up 
goddamn what the fuck (what the fuck)
look
I’m not a comic but it’s laughable
pop a tab of acid Im tweaking until the afternoon you took me to the courts and I started fighting the basketball 
(hold on , hold on, what) started 
took me to the courts and I started tweaking
and fighting the basketball you could have it all I’m not average I’m abstabl aboabull
hold on ay
maybe fuck yourself 
maybe , maybe 
maybe fuck yourself 

(transition) (act 2)

man 
what year was it again mane 
what year what that shit? 
I can’t even fuckin remember, I think it was 
I think it was 
2004 when I started rapping
came out the womb with some verses the nurses thought I was slacking
ain’t wanna leave out the natural habitat of a human a full term baby was brewing at 40 weeks I was cookin the oven love me to pieces projecting all my anger & my angst in 2008
before 2004 add a 4 year sentence to cweed case
sensory issues was just DNA in my character underwear wasn’t wearing it
tearing & poking holes in my clothin in the 3rd grade
didn’t know we broke & mama stole it in the first place
I’m mad as hell the teacher took my scissor   privileges away
envisioning a fashion brand crash and burning my dreams astray
in accordance according to everything you would say to me
recollection is blurry I worry that you been playing me
paranoia to paranoid cannabis isn’t helping
convince myself that I need it
the weed is just a commodity
honestly never served me
I treated it like a goddess
the time & effort deserted deserving of a refreshment my recollection resurfaced
the biggest wave that I’m surfing
but cweed on a resurgence
ain’t gone always be pretty it definitely won’t be perfect
some shit that I had to learn in the 5th grade
finally gettin braces get my shit straight
never had the money my family struggle for centipedes wait I think I meant for centuries lifted from elementary  

made it into Holly ridge middle school in a bigger pool 
bullied to the fullest made my poppa cop me newer shoes
 & including the fact that my puberty at its highest or so I thought in the 7th grade questioning my alignment to this lifetime
reaching out to Jordan was my lifeline Bryson bought some weed from me playing the undercover
they running to Jordan mother like look what we just discovered
destruction of the bridges I was building up in the summer 

so for 8th grade 
pushed to Accelerator Academy academically struggled
but hustled up in the back of the faculty playing goalie
even played internationally
blocking out all the goals was a metaphor for the meta i’m entering
a new age of verses the metaverse as a person I’m perfectly so imperfect in the 9th grade moving location 
my roots was broken from the jolt of angle 10th grade turning pain into anger

ocsedet

Dracula - Ace The Creator

placement (bonus track)

My Wings

Compilation mixtape I made for STEEZ R.I,P. @yungvaidxn
http://www.datpiff.com/Capital-STEEZ-47-Shift-mixtape.697747.html

Kirk Knight - Apex (Live) [Capital STEEZ Cover]

did this whilst on tour...not mixed or official



Dracula - Ace The Creator

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