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Fucking up in every single way, I think I’m Bojack
Momma calls and says that I’m a failure, bitch I know that
Romance every week but by the weekend I’m still lonely
On the bench right now but bet I’ll come right back like Ginobili
Ay, but right now I am nothing but a fuck up like I’m Bojack
Like I’m Bojack, I think that I’m Bojack

Yeah, like I’m Bojack, like I know that
I’m still about to go and smoke a whole pack down
To keep my head up in the clouds, above the ground
Where the memories of all my failures and my heartbreak
Will not find me now
Yeah, but they always come around like how
All my friends turned out to be snakes, all my loves turned to be fake
All my family seems to just hate
Me but all I ever tried to do was do good
But all I ever get is just enough change for another Backwoods
Duck more calls than I should
Kill myself, wish I would
That good dope, bitch I cook
Depression, I make it look good
Yeah, drowning myself in these drugs
Yeah, homies ask ain’t that enough
Yeah, won’t you come smoke with me
Yeah, fine, I’ll roll up alone
Yeah, don’t even keep it low-key
Yeah, off of this cliff, I go, yeah, yeah
Cause Mama told me that I am is nothing but a waste of time
I tried, I tried to bring her joy, put a smile on her face
But she turned away and said I bring sadness wherever I go, yeah

Stacking these bands up, I don’t
Stray from the path, yeah, I won’t
But it feels so cold alone when
No one picks up their phone so
All of these hoes, I ghost
All of my woes, I froze
All of these flows, I own
All of my homies, I know
Weren’t really homies, they know me, know I was so lonely
And only told me 
That I was just fucking up their vibe
And it’d be better if I died
And I don’t even know why I tried
But I’ve been staying inside
Staying clear of all your lies
Working late and getting high
And now
I got flows on top of flows, I got styles on top of styles
I got sauce, that thousand island and these bitches eyeing me
In the jungle like lion king
Writing lines, compiling beats
Know they want peace and quiet from me
But I will not go silently, yeah, yeah

bojack [prod. Donnie Katana]

no movie [prod. absentmind]

andy bernard [prod. GOONPALACE]

Swear things are always better in abstract than reality
Mama told me that she loved me last when I was two
Nowadays I’m twenty-two and she’s only ever mad at me
Sad for me, claiming all I do is bring her agony
Teachers told me I could do anything I want to do and make it happen 
That I had the brightest future than I graduated
And now they see me, and they turn away like I’m nothing but a wasteyute in the trashcan
That’s the type of shit that make me go and turn into a madman
That's the type of shit that make me turn to nothing but the weed and xans
Papa told me be a man, fuck that I’ma be lost boy forever like I’m Peter Pan

See the smile on my face, ain’t same as when I was eight
Watched your love just fade away, apathy just took its place
And it’s the toughest pill to swallow, all your love was really hollow
All the time I had was borrowed, and it’s only worse tomorrow
That’s the type of shit that drives a good boy loco
That’s the type of shit that’s going to make me go postal
That’s the type of shit that puts the venom in my vocals
That’s the type of shit that makes me realize things you don’t know
You don’t know the half of it, battered, they drained my batteries
And act like they’re just sad for me
Like I just self-destructed on my own like I’m Electrode
Like I’m Brad Renfro
Yeah, I bet you love that, don’t you

All you former friends who think it’s best if I just died
So you can post a fucking picture to your IG of you crying
Saying that you really tried, but I was way too gone inside, right?
But where are you now whenever I call you
Whenever I need you, whenever I’m bleeding
All I ever hear you say is that you’re way too busy, sorry
But nowadays all these blunts got me in the clouds
Got me feeling numb, got me feeling nothing 
But the hatred in my lungs and all of it just burns me up
But you know revenge the hardest drug
I can never get enough, need it running through my blood

Sour diesel in my blunt
Evil in my blood
I want all the smoke, bitch 
I can never get enough

peter pan [prod. goonpalace]

fuck holidays [prod. Bleach]

what does _____ know? [prod. bleach]

Brother moving in a month, so we’re smoking up
Barely holding up, knowing moments only go one way
Making up for all the sand that’s gonna slip down, wait
Getting tree in by the pound, and we split it by the ounce,
Eighths getting finished off like every other day, or better yet, like every day
Like every way and everywhere I look, all I see are laughing faces
SMH-ing, saying isn’t Nighthawk such a stupid name, ay
Like the only way to make it is to graduate and take a salary
And not think bout the fact you’re a slave in the new age
And maybe you get to be infatuated, have a baby
I hear everybody saying that they’re waiting for a new day
But I don’t think they mean it, and I don’t think they mean it, yeah
Yeah, wrote this on 6-9, but I don’t bump no six nine
And she just sniffed six lines, and gave up her sixth life
And they laugh and ask when I’m going to go big time
And I don’t have an answer, no
I don’t have an answer, no
Like God, could you tell me right now if I’ma find love
Tell me if I’ma find what, I’m looking for
And if not, I can end it before I waste my time, yeah
Yeah, before I write anymore lines that no one else will ever hear, yeah
Hear the insecurity, and feel way more inferior
Mysterious, where the confidence is for me, yeah
Bitches come and go and give me woes
But I’m no emo bitch, I am not Juice WRLD
I do not lose control the moment that a hoe hits my phone to tell me that we’re done for
Done for, done with all my kinfolk
Done trying to make them understand who I really, really am, yeah
Really I belong in Amsterdam, measure it out by the gram
Never going to get a Gram, you can put that on my gran
And I will not stop till I hit a fucking grand of grands
Yeah, till I hit a fucking grand of grands
Yeah, showcase, let the flow race, and hopefully, you’ll know me
Yeah, hopefully, you’ll pay me for my efforts
Like yeah, I know that ends hurt
Yeah, I know my heart hurts
That’s what I get for putting family and friends first
Wish that I knew back then they gon’ always put the Benz first
Yeah, so now I’ma always put the Benz first
Yeah, even when it’s rented
Yeah, know your love was rented
All these hoe, they’re rentals, yeah, yeah

solstice 19 [prod bleach]

tell me, don’t you wish you could wake up like eight hundred days ago
Hate life right now but you miss it the moment it passes, just the way it goes
Stay gold, stay close to your friends
Before you know it, you’re so far apart like driftwood in the ocean
Like driftwood in the ocean
Oh shit, signed the DARE pledge at 13, now I’m high for everything I do
Smoking, on the potent, she saying I’m a stoner, yeah, I know it’s true
Still remember, running round the block, looking for Pikachu
These days, I’m lost in nostalgia, haunted, by these thoughts of you

Bumping tunes, from around 2002, close my eyes and I dream it’s true
Know it’s a lie, I got things to do, I got dues to pay, I got bills to pay
I got hearts to break, yeah
But that’s the thing about innocence, it’s like a broken vase
Once it has been shattered, it will never ever be the same
Glue it back together but you see how it’s just out of shape
Feeling like I’m just out of place, I belong out in outer space
You should just get out the way, cause I’m about to pay
You back
And all of these things I lack
Hope and emotion, faith and devotion
Addicted to potions, pour me some more, bitch
Bitch, look at my wrist, whoa
Ice to cover the scars and I’m not talking about frozen water, no
I’m talking about how you that your life is a movie
Like everything will turn out groovy
As a kid, smiling is so easy, cannot imagine losing, yeah
Like every romance is a slow dance to a slow jam with the stars above
Like every big shot you take is a make, every stage, you’re never starstruck
But Lady Luck never loved me back, all my prayers, she just sent them back
Prom date with a blond babe, never my way, no
Screaming and sobbing, running away from all of our problems
She calls and I do not respond, that’s more like my, pace
That’s more like my, pace
That’s more like my, place, ay
Running around our neighborhood in our tattered, torn Adidas
Telling them all of dreams and not caring that they ain’t believe us
Felt like we were Peter Pan, now I see all the weed and xans
Feel ashamed of who I am, gun to head, just pull it, fast

worse off alone [prod HERTHA]

Got my wrists bloody, bumping Kid Cudi
Trying to keep from thinking about why she ain’t love me
Yeah, money running down, might sell my soul just to
Stay afloat above the water, keep a roof over
Only really feeling whole in the nighttime
All these white bitches sniffling on white lines
And they got their fucking nose runny and it’s so funny, 
They’re panicking, scrambling, pale as a mannequin
Jittering, jabbering, wondering how they’re ever post to the gram again
Yeah, coked up, but how can I really blame them when I’m smoked out
Bumping Poke It Out, running it back over and over
Long as I am not sober and that’s almost fucking always
Spent my nights locked up inside that hallway
Only ever peeping through the doorframe
Never cared for your way
Only my way, yeah, my way is just the highway
Only play for high stakes, only say that I’m great
When it’s mama calling up, and I’m at least conscious enough
To stand up, and tell her what she needs to know
Yeah, everybody telling me that I need to grow
That I need to slow down, ten feet of rope
Stocked up in the closet for a quick escape
Blunt smoke heating me up on the coldest day
Might move out to Alaska, I hear there it’s dark all day
Perfect for me, I’d smoking on the bark all day
Pack of wolves on my tail and they bark all day
Ay, dropped out of college, and I don’t want to hear that nonsense
Like it was a mistake, rather die broke and broken-hearted than to live as a slave
Than to live for a wage, than to live for a bitch
Only live to get rich, cause then I’d pay you all to get the fuck out my face
Wait, mommy, sorry, someone’s knocking at the door
I’ll call you back later, promise that we’ll talk more
I hang up and then I ash the blunt right on the floor
Death grip on my gun on the way to the Money Store
They say life’s a movie, well, I guess mine was horror
Possessed like the Exorcist, evil in my core

wrists bloody, kid cudi [prod. PAIN]

Last night, the angel of death came to me in my dreams
I looked in her eyes and asked won’t you take me with you, please
She said no, you’ve got things you gotta to do before the end
Before the breath that is your last
You’ve got some chapters you got to write
And then I asked like what’s for me, what’s in your sight
She shook her head and then I pressed her
And then she said you’ve got no light
Yeah, you’ve got no light 

Ay, razor blade raised to my face, and I was raised the way
Where pain just paves the way to peace and safe-ty
Hasty, how they run from me when I show them who I really am
really I just need a dance, really I just need the blunt
Really I don’t need your love
Really I just need the vengeance and the hatred, 
Only really feeling glee when I see my enemies in pain
It’s such a shame, I know, life’s a game, I know
I never hit, high notes
I know, I’ve been feeling bad like I want to die, whoa
Rhinos and penguins just some things I’ll never get to see
Never get to be, never get to read, never get to reach
Destiny, and all the things I used to think were meant for me
Tell me, please, what’s it like to reach a place so heavenly
All these calls from momma, and she’s stressing 
And it’s fucking with me mentally, got me thinking negative
Fear and loathing blossom and they’re only growing exponentially
The pain, it falls like rain, it’s so torrential
And it hurts the worst to think of lost potential
She’s, appearing in my dreams and all my nightmares
She’s Morpheus and she don’t really fight fair
She don’t really care, don’t think she ever really cared
Don’t think I really even care about what’s written for me
Or for what’s written for us
She’s smitten with me, but I just do it for lust
I do not do it for love, I do not do it for Doves
No, cause if you picked me apart like I was a pig in a lab
You would find nothing but ashes
Nothing but lungs and a heart that were so alive in the past
But then came the matches, death of all my passion

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