Bass guitar by @https://soundcloud.com/duppiee
Produced and mixed by NICK CAN'T SING
Mastered by NICK CAN'T SING

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"Stick around for a while"
Why don't you?
I never took the time to find a piece of the puzzle
Or figure out how I felt about you too
I finally crushed that spider off my wall
But I don't wanna wipe him off just yet
What did he think before my shoe and him first met?

Now cut me a line
Not a single cry for help in my body
Could ever make you feel fine
Yeah I said to cut me a line
But you said
That was so goddamn overrated by now

Half a mile seems far enough
So why the fuck did you take more?
You were half of me at the time
Now there's a half of me that I loathe
But I still love it
The feeling that I get everytime
I look back and retrace
Every single ugly step I took

Now cut me a line
A dizzy dozen of people are painting images all scattered across my mind
But you said
To cut me a line
Entwine our spines with mold made up of
Every fault of mine
That we found (x5)

The spice of life dried up
Dejected sores beneath my feet
But I don't place the blame on you
You just wanted my safety
The environment we lived in
Never cared for us at all
That house of cards was bound to burn
And maybe it's all my fault

Do I deserve
To wash the stains off my clothes?
Do I deserve her?
An answer I'll never know
Do I deserve her?
I guess we'll never know (x3)

Definitions Have Speed Limits

Spoken word improv piece by @https://soundcloud.com/duppiee

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All songs produced, arranged, mixed, and mastered by NICK CAN’T SING
Additional bass contributions on tracks 6 and 10 by DUPPIE 
Track 4 contains an improv spoken piece performed by BLANK 
Track 7 contains an improv spoken piece performed by DUPPIE
Track 3 contains a record scratch and vocal sample originally by DIGABLE PLANETS
Track 5 contains a drum sample originally by BRIAN ENO
Track 5 contains a vocal sample originally by SADE

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Cone (ft. Duppie)

Produced and mixed by NICK CAN'T SING
Mastered by NICK CAN'T SING

What's the point of having morals if you just contradict them?
"Humans are hypocritical"
But that doesn't change the shame that I felt from the fact
We started off on the right foot
And it sucks that we dwindled
There's been a pit in my stomach
I over eat and deny it
But fuck it man
I wanna relieve it
So give me fuel to supply it
I blew a tempered fuse at O'Hare
In front of my mom who was trying
Her fucking best to provide
Despite the poor timing
It's a thread that hangs loose when it's ready to bite me

I tried to keep focus
When I felt like I'm losing everybody around me
I can't look at you in the face
The same way as I did
Now I'm stuck to myself
I lose sight
Then drown myself

I always needed a verse to pat down
Did I rush that?
Too far
I dreamt it too far
The drive is only a matter of time

You wonder why I'm not home yet?
I'm the product of my own regret
I got a lot of fucking time left
The choice is camo
Before it all turns black like--
(Oh that's a spoiler)
I'm only getting worse
I trade a day for a second
The second you make a mistake I'm the weapon
When does the guilt turn sour?
Now all of a sudden
You're the fucking victim?

When I get it back down
Could I run it back?
I always needed a verse to pat down
Did I rush that?
Too far
I dreamt it too far
The drive is only a matter of time

It's hard to get across the mindset
When I'm running out of pages to do it
I'm looking at myself looking down at the bridge now
20 minutes left until I --

It Began Here

SHAZAM

MAGIC

BEIN' MYSELF

Clattering metal reminds me of my disposability
Something tells me wage isn't based on self ability
I think I see the dissnoance cut striped, and bottled 
Bottomless pockets filled deep, they remain shallow
Giving a better place time to breathe the air in which we all function
What does it mean to move up when you're fucked to begin with? 

Try to stand on two legs, and fail
The sky is cloudy
Stuck with an image when it's weak to control perception 
Low light the message
They said that we are all connected
Show us the fucking process
But you wanna hide it instead

When an image is faded
Who's gonna get that quick?
Everything you wanted to scratch that itch
I don't wanna fight fair
But you wanna fight back?
It's beginning to seem that our time is in tact

It’ll keep fading
When the terra rots and burns our invasion 
With our vile in the vat and we scream its all trash 

Everybody's living it, they try to ignore it 
The void is around us, its using us as storage
What happens when existence becomes a statistic 
visions gotten cloudy so you fog up the logistics 
Why even breathe, why even struggle 
When every decision you make is the wrong one
marshlands call you, amongst all the rubble
No soul left to cuddle, the eyes are all on you, they adore you
They abhor you 

Ever been to the swamp, We got a lot of choices 
Either freshwater or saltwater with lots of noises
Crickets chirping, the birds are drowning, the gators lurking
The water murky, the echos are swarming with different voices
Bellow, the cries of our fellows 
We keep our eyes wide, while the water masks the yellow
All black dressed down like the pot was calling kettle
And everything elegant like when yachty blows the cello
And with that we say hello
Cut the tape like swordsman. zoro
overwhelm and stuck on a feelin
Blow it out like wasting ammo
Absorb the light and eat, black hole
Feel the never in your bones, mag.lo
Hit the track with dust, glowstone 
Why you clutching so hard on that bag for?
credits
released March 3, 2024

Produced and written by bellowmob

Moshing in Silence

WATCH WHERE U POINT THAT

Get the fuck up
Like you been pruning, stuck in a hot tub
I see you sitting on your ass, check the first line
Hit a dirty whine, dont care just get the fuck up
Yeah, i wanna see you shake them tiddies
Ass or cock, whatever, same shit to me
Ive been tired of being tired, no energy
If i dont see you people turning up, swear by the death of me
Im knocking down you people’s doors, same with amenities
you whores, getting knocked up and busted with obscenities 
Dont freeze, the mosh is starting, dont you feel the  chi
The universe is in you rumbling , dont forget to breathe
Im smoking trees, ive been out for days, we can barely see
We’ve paid our fees, we’ve paid our dues, now its time to eat
I want some meat, give me your flesh that i know you dont need
I SAID ALREADY TO GET THE FUCK UP, PUT SOME PRESSURE ON YOUR FEET

Dont keep it low-key
We aint playing on the streets, nor we playing nintendo
This aint time for lacy 
No more money on me, drop the stick, this aint kendo 
Where the energy at?
Don't be staring so blank, where’s it at?
You aint shaking like cash, you aint grooving too fast,
You said tryna up and dash, got us thinking like:

Oh, you wanna take it back
You really wanna mosh like that, huh?
I don't got the time, you wanna fool around
I wanna see you get wet
I wanna see you get wet, like that

Moshing In Silence

Brockhampton - READY FOR WAR (CDQ)

Year Of The Snitch

The Horn Section

Linda's In Custody

produced by JPEGMAFIA
written by JPEGMAFIA
mixed by JPEGMAFIA
mastered by JPEGMAFIA 

covered in money! / the devil wears prada
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