lyrics:
I mean
Hate's a given
So when hate is given
I don't really wanna
Acknowledge it
I'm a drop out and a college kid
Yall got opinions
Cuz yall legit I guess
Yall offended when a kid wanna flex
Check my penmanship my writtens like sex
Make a day when I say my brain
N my heart is great but dont try me lil--
Reevaluate your own taste
When makin takes on greatness 

I'm the big man
N You a twig boy
Am what I am
Bitch you a decoy
Member 2021 I OD'd badly
depression n mania really fuckin had me
Do fucked up thangs I don't fancy
I can be anal like your panties
Fucked up college, finna needa plan b
Insecure boys that think they manly
Insecure girls trynna drain my happiness
I got a soul so it ain't no cap in this
I'm so great aww don't mean it
I'm so fake aww, if you say so
Got that dope aww, she fiendin
Give yall hope, aww if you pay bro 

I been dreamin far too long 
I
Needa make a deposit
Finna make my deposit
I been fiendin far too long
My broke Boi days I'm past it
Don't need gas don't pass it 

Wrote the second verse at 5:45am
Algorithm got me thinking bout likes like dayum
Tryna mortify with my lines cuz it's more to fire
Thought that I'd be scorching eyes
By this time
Like they am
Even true love become a business in the end
Jeopardize pride, character never bend
2021 I tried to make a band
Group fell apart wit nothing in my hand
Now I'm gettin tired
Good enough to retire in the 90s
I'm a choir
Donate all that I acquire
If you real you keep it quiet
When the fake ones try to spite
Open up my bank account
Forget why I'm even crying like

[chorus]

DEPO$iT feat. madrizle [PROD. Broke Boi]

As i
Step back and take a look at my life
I point a finger at the world and dismiss my highlights
Feels naive finding purpose cuz I
Never had to survive
Always quit in due time
Gettin awful with the replies
N I'm falterin, been inside
Damaging my mind
Tell my mama I'm fine
Tell my father I'm fine
Tell my sisters I'm fine
It's clear as day that I'm lyin
Everything will be fine
Just stop hitting my line
Every sentiment texted is disconnected
An expressionless tone with a hidden message
Blackmail from my conscious is pilin up now
I've gotten seconds on second chances too much now
Inhalin nicotine like oxygen
Kill antioxidents and braincells
I'll still be coughin when I'm in my coffin
Guess im off again
Time to rot again
time to drop the friends
Time to stop pretendin I've accepted my regrets
I digress 
Tell my mama I'm fine
Tell my father I'm fine
Tell my sisters I'm fine
It's clear as day that I'm lyin
Everything will be fine (3x)
Just stop hitting my line

everything will be fine (prod. ghowste)

Verse 1:
I'll stop saying sorry
I'll stop tryin to change you
This is not the time for me
to tell you what you ain't do
I'll stop talkin 'bout myself
Tryin' to entertain you
I'll stop myself from cryin'
When you're tryin' to share your angle
I am not an angel
Nor a God that can save you
I'll stop asking questions
Like a teacher givin lessons
I'll stop gettin defensive out of pride
And try to blame you
I'll stop saying thank you
Just to make the rookie same moves
I cannot change you
I cannot change you
I cannot change your view of me
I'm the same dude 

Chorus:
Just because I don't agree
Doesn't mean I don't listen
You think I'm wrong
So you must not listen
What a bunch of Hypocrites
Now we need distance
I cannot change you
We in pain every visit

i cannot change u [prod. heyBlicky]

ON THE BIBLE x Chris Smiley [prod. heyBlicky]

lyrics:
I say Sex, Money, Power
With Love on this route will
Devour Willpower
And screen time just sour
I'm stepping outside
I wasted my time
While angels put many hours
For me since my baby shower 
I wished I asked how you
Worked in the background
I fronted the past but
The maniac back now
I'm confrontin' the past habits
School shit, was bad at it
But did some mathematics
Boosted my grade average

Still, I'll be forever indebted
Learning, although I had said it
Vengeance is venom
I'm bleedin' effort in cleansing resentment
Shakin the room if I let it
Show you a boss and cadet's kinetic
But I need connection
When it's a mutual friendship 

But, what's a friend?
What the fuck's a lover?
'fore I try and love a woman
Needa love my mother
Needa love myself
If I want close brothers
Open up closed doors
Even when I cannot utter
Another word I like
Cuz it's not about me

I can spit shit that sounds astounding
I am not square but not well rounded
If you love me, then commit
No middle groundin'
Acknowledge my privilege
And inadvertent pride
No copin' on bikes
I lately feel like
A blade of grass, that ain't a jack
Thing in madison winters
But I'm winnin'
Countin'dinners
Countin' blessings in my sentiments
Instead of in my sentences
I'll trigger second senses 

Just another Blade Of Grass
And I'm sittin'
Hard to outweigh a class
As a citi(zen)
Sinnin' but not repeatin' my sentence
I'm writin' my songs to live when I'm ended
How do I love one
When I don't even know em?
How do I respect
If I don't even show it?
How do I act fair
When I'm born with a role?
Needa rank up
So, with the punches I roll 

Jus' another blade of grass
Diggin' up blades of grass
Lemme not brake the gas
Lemme not throw it away 

Luh' the word trauma it gon'
Solve all of my problems
Bitch, I got all the answers
Y'all don't gotta offer 'em
Bitch, this is my offerin'
I'm often discardin'
Why I do 'dis music shit?
I hate it
Shit, I oughta quit 

(Oughta quit)
'Ppreciate my roof as I eat slow
(Slow)
I can't say 'dat shit, so I sing notes
(Slow)

*the rest of the song is freestyled*

B.O.G. - (prod.heyBlicky)

written, produced, & arranged by Pavel Pavlovich Laska

Lyrics:
(Do you love me?)
Well, of course I do
Can you not see it in the words I use?
You want more of my proof?
Well, golly
Let me show you my boo
I shoulda gave you more
I shoulda
I shoulda gave you more
I--(Do you love me?)

Well, of course I do
Can you not see it in the words I use?
You want more of my proof?
Well, golly
Let me show you my boo
I shoulda gave you more
I shoulda
I shoulda gave you more
I shoulda
(Okay)

And she want that "mm"
Anyway that you want, assume
That I got the time and space
For that thing baby I'm a fool
Anyway you want I could obtain
Baby, baby, babe it's contagious
I'm a mess of your control
Where did I last place my soul?

Thirsty

written, produced, & arranged by Pavel Pavlovich Laska

Lyrics:
If I jump the gun
I pray you aim it at my lungs
'Cause I've become a mind undead
And a heart dysfunction
Skipping beats like a fun dad
엄마's love and hope was here
I was at them functions
Who the fuck wants to be 17 and alone?
18 I'll be gone
I been crying out wolf
So I'll die on my own
Apologize to the eyes lookin' up to I
I was acting
I'm truly frantic and disheveled
As I'm dancing with the devil
It's more to technique than a poppin' instrumental
Instrumental for momentum to readily introspect
So I've met my trife bottom as a due consequence
Of ignorance, molly, robo, weed and quick sex
Epiphanies synthetic as the circles that I kept
Misdemeanors that influenced what I treasure
I turn to smoke when this coal is under pressure so

Who's to blame for pain that you created?
Who's to save the lame and prostrated?
I will by will
'Cause sleeping all day only makes me late
I'm runnin' away in a circuit race, oh
Death intruding me in my home
The best you can do for my soul
Is take the roof off of my (home) 

It's hard to learn your lesson
When insomnia, depression
Drains your soul and adolescence
Fail to reflect on your complexion
You're scared to go outside
'Cause paranoia's overriding you
Residing in you
Boy, you look all kind of crippled
You hate to live a lie
But scared to really die
Can barely count to five
Or trace your fucking mind
You wanna apologize 
For entering the lives of everyone
They'd much rather desire
To see you go acquire wealth, so 

(chorus)

I mean you're barely a student
It's apparent you're truant
u peril i
See why staying in bed paralyzes
Stupid motherfuckers
You useless motherfucker
You want realer friends?
You too been using motherfuckers
I don't know what I like
I just know what got likes
I've lied to you 'bout bought likes
I lied in hopes you'd like me
And you forgave but I speak
Like my actions ain't like me
In 11th grade thought that I was God
After I peaked
Bipolar tries me

In 8th grade was bedridden
That's why I stayed hidden 
I had severe acne and
Ordered some regimen
Applied it ten times past
The dose it recommended, then
Yellow liquids oozed from my face
Dissociated, took my sister's make-up
And fooled no one at school
My classmate looked me in the face to say,
"It's ok if you wear makeup"

So I
Skip class
Bike fast
I'm never getting life back
If I really drown myself then
I can't use a life jacket
No goodbyes to good times
To fam' ties not as tight
As this line of rope in my backpack 
Mother wouldn't know now if I turned around
But to be honest
I want you all down here with me when I--
All I see is red lights on this damn road
Tryna channel soul somewhere remote
Where no one else can go

What's suicidal?
Man, everyone got death on their mind
Fear and pride of
Image cycled me to my demise
Who am I to
Hope they all regret it when I die?
Why they take my heart for granted?
Now my heart is hard as granite
Cry again, blame yourself, apologize again
Then cry again
'Cause look where the fuck it took you
Fucking hate you
Shoulda killed your ass a long time ago
I'm tired
And I do not try no more
I'm tired
Of fickle optimism
Tired of living off addiction
Tired of being so tired from being
And I tried to talk it out
No, I ain't trying at all

I wish that I would fit in
I wish that I kept quiet
I wish I wasn't wishin'
For wisdom I don't acquire
Why, oh why
Do I get up when I'm still down here
Head up
But I'm underground
See a whole town bleed
Don't count me--
"파블릭! Where are you now?"

I needa go home 엄마 (mama)
Needa overcome 엄마 (mama)
Needa God
God gotta get me outta rock bottom
Sorry 엄마 (mama)
I'ma turn around
I'ma make it right
Take a right, face down

I a-m g-o-i-n b-a-c--
I a-m g-o-i-n b-a-c--
I a-m g-o-i-n b-a-c-k
I am going back--

Home

What Time? (Class Of '18)

written, produced, & arranged by Pavel Pavlovich Laska

Lyrics:
Give my dick to someone that
I know I won't regret
Woah, sinnin', sin
I won't resent
I can't front, on god
That ass is fat as fuck
Woah, sinnin', aye, okay
What's your incentive?
Is it long term?
Long dick?
'Cause frankly I ain't trust myself
Or got those things
I'm a sludge-monster-creep
Gross creep
Gross creep
Takes defeat for me to stay on both feet

Keep playing hard to get
And I'll be even harder to reach
Don't say that you fucking love me
When your actions say that
You fucking don't
I wanna bone
And you wanna pick it
You got me hot
I thought I'm optimistic
But mixed messages got me trippin'
And no messages got me simpin'
'Cause my papa gets protective
Of my mama, so do I
So apologize if I do that
With you and cross the line
Wrote this song behind your back
Thank you baby for inspiring
Lil' bitch, I'm poison
Bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm poison
I don't love your ass

Poison

written, produced, & arranged by Pavel Pavlovich Laska

Lyrics:
Pretty man
Pretty friend
Pretend your shit
Fake man
Fake friend
I been both them shits
Sorry would be late
I don't think there's a solution here for me to say
I'll yell out everything but

Never reach your brain
(Never reach your brain)
Never reach your brain
(Never reach your brain)
You might feel no way
(You might feel no way)
What I'm tryna say is

Am I hopeless?
What sin is too far?
I'm hopeless
Preaching when all I'm is broken
Tell me why televising your shit
Feels so sick, and
Hopeless

I feel like you been through more than me
More than me
I don't wanna piss you off
Please get off me
'Cause I was never good at a goodbye
I been hopeless
Fall in love with ease
Way too easy

Never reach your brain
(Never reach your brain)
Never reach your brain
(Never reach your brain)
You might feel no way
(You might feel no way)
What I'm tryna say is

Am I hopeless?
(Hopeless)
Am I hopeless?
Preaching when all I'm is broken
Tell me why televising your shit
Feels so sick, and
Hopeless

I don't know what I don't want and
I don't know what I do
I knew that you'd be back for me
But you came out the blue
I'm under the impression
My depression got me screwed
They told me to be vulnerable
Just so I could be used

Am I hopeless?
Am I hopeless?
Hopeless
We're all hopeless
Yes

Hopeless

I'll be cringe til the day I bust
Meaning the best I have is yet to come
Meaning the next I have is extra dumb
Like credit debt
Cant stress enough
Or something like a head rush, I bet you can't get enough
I'm looney, i could use a critic
Been a loser used to quittin
Been a nuisance since a youth kid
In communions drinking fluids
Doin you a solid
Tune in
To the newest student tutelage
I make a show for you to binge
I'm somethin like a new syringe 
Stop it--
--The lyrical acrobat
Garbage rappers have to brag
(but they) flipped that with age (garb + age)
They assuming now that my rap is trash
Flip subpar (rapbus) verses, fuck em up, now they ride my dick so they ain't half as bad 
Now who the fuck you hearin
They aint nothing to me
They be stabbin your ears when you bump it they bleed
My shit, you bump then read it
Shut up any elitist
I been killin elites
Since fuckin halo 3
I make you pay no fee
To make way to these
Hey hey wait don't leave
Forgot your dungarees baby
I don't fuck with ease baby
I'm a man with needs baby
Now get on yo feet,
lemme eat it while the beat playin

Weird (prod. LethalNeedle)

Ain't no way
Ain't no way yea
Ain't no way I'm in real life right now
Ain't no way I'm in real life right now
Ain't no way

I seen the moon and stars
Let's move to Mars
Got time, so let's make use of ours
No road, so there's no use in cars
No ice, no ig, to enlarge
A life besides what you impart
To you, yourself, so do your part
Can't choose family, review your start
Don't chase the end, that view is far

Gimme som to rap bout
Cuz I started this shit knowin
What not to cap bout
I still need a cap n gown
But I graduated out the matrix
I'm back now
I'm so fluent
Bliggy ("블릭이", or "Blicky")
just how do you do it?
Drink up a tea and I'm zooted
Sync up a beat, I produced it
Gimme som to rap bout
Had to go to Chicago and dip outta Madtown
I don't know what they yappin bout
We Got the same job
but they whippin they cash out
Lol
Sorry, had to laugh it out
Cuz I'm packin my green like I'm packing loud
People self-esteem is in passin out

Abou said my verse light weight
like wait, if im light weight
I'm Manny Pacquiao
Cuz I'll practice hours
Til I have the prowess
That'll grab the flowers
'Fore they pass em out
And if I was complacent
I wouldn't be jaded
To anythin lesser than greatness
I'm sensin the shade, I be takin it
If I fuck up, best believe I'll be facin it

Automatic, hard to manage
All the man is wanting from this fuckin
Art is balance
Thought I caught a panic
But I brought it back
All of that
I want all of that
Sharp as a heart attack
Thought you the shit you not even the fart
You not even the vape of a cart
You was trouble, like, from the start
Baby play your part

Ain't no way
Ain't no way yea
Ain't no way I'm in real life right now
Ain't no way I'm in real life right now

Check my mood
I'm on some shit
Whatever
I hit the switch
Lever
I can't be young forever
Ever
Ever
Ever
I can't be young forever
Forever
FOREVER YOUNG

FOREVER YOUNG [prod. heyBlicky]

Why did I go hopeless?
Why did my focus die,
Die with my motives?
I swear that I notice it
I swear that I'm a whole different
Person like I'm third shift workin in this body
Soul-less shit 
Yeah, yeah I'm on my soul-less shit
Solacin' a soulless pit
Diggin out a emotion with a mic
Out of a hole n shit
Why is this Still happening
Depression's one thing after all this time i can't prevent
How is this still happening?
I could use some abstinence
After this i'm fappin with
Chapstick and vaseline
a match stick in my flaccid dick
If we talkin masochist
I'm transplanting massive tits
On me just to laugh again
Enough of that rappin I'm
Thinking ima level up
I think you'll need some better luck
If you think of steppin up
To me
Your heading up to my tummy
Tell me somethin
That I ain't ever heard before
I'm thinkin revolution
But boy I got some studying to do for resolution
To go from 240 to 1440
For more recordings to be something people wait in storms for
Right now
I'm rappin bout nothing from nowhere to nobody
disprove assumptions in all functions like x factor
F of x equals ex-effects out of deference
Better check who you checkin friend I'm the best you met
take it run it back cuz I'm boutta set my pace first
credit where it's due the attraction hit yo face and swerve
not for anything still some ways to hide the truth hurts 
stacking ellipsis empty stories sometimes it ain't worth
tryna stay compact in a splatter of skipping stone tests 
and lollygagging life goals and instagram reel quests
I'm caught up in a search engine flirting wit the keywords imma keep it brief wanna hear u say them three words
see I got next like we only three quarters in 
back on my feet and looking for another place to live
a space to get drowsy drowning in my vision proudly
still don't know if I'm focused on the pebble or the mountain
do you really know all that I'm bout twin impressions got it clouded imma change it up recount it 
take a flick we got an outfit it's astounding 
are you convinced yet working overtime just to show that I'm a safe bet if you step to me I might take your fucking breath then give it right back so you can finally say I'm the best you met

best you met (feat. aism) [prod. Stoic & Versus]

produced by heyBlicky
featuring DJ LeCourbier

lyrics:
I'm a problem to see
A worse problem to have
We got whites dissin whites
Identity complex is mad
I seen an Asian diss OG rap
Now we look bad
I sound outta my mind
'Cause you spit out of your ass
I'm way too old to take it slow and wait
And drown in a glass
Nowadays a Jay feel like a pound and a half
I hate you folks
Complicated folks
That probably have
Toxic traits you claim to hate
The traits you always attract
Move smart they call me Asian, move dumb they call me stoned
Went from truant to the Dean's list but who's keepin score
My flos are like groceries I mix to cook more
You stole a flow they give out free samples for at the store
Young wasian with the muscles and the headband
I left n you slept to wake up to a hit like bedstand
B.O.G just hit 25k, that's lightweight
Monetized it late i missed out on my bread man
Promise no number high enough to match my grace
I had numbers so low you'd think that I'm a Dead man
Puttin all my power into self empowerment is coward shit
Put my hours in,
What's mine is ours
No doubt the kid is
Very very fly, but no mam I'm not baggage claim
Well, unless the bag is one i'm droppin at the bank
Tune out the internet
Tune into intimate livin
To live it I had to give thanks
But recently I been a cynic and bitter
The city been bleak and I have to get paid
So fuck inspiration where the money at?
Fuck a limit, mine where the sun is at
If you look in the mirror, that's where my son is at
Fuck a fire flow you'll needa run this back

WANNABE CYPHER

produced by heyBlicky
featuring DJ LeCourbier

lyrics:
Go get Zendaya cuz right now im bouta shake it up
Everythin I cook is well done, everythin I make is tough
I'm a hater
I hate snakes, pain on great days, and
Fake love that save face it ain't enough
I don't think they see I'm bringing heat
Like concealed carry
It's all good if they leave the team, cuz he'll carry
This ain't Nick's marriage, in the end I won't miscarry
We parry good guys doin bad when no one's spyin
Fuck the good times, bad times are more defining
Ain't no lookin back like a store on a short supply is
Some of you sick in the head, even more than I am
On that "if it's fuck me, it's fuck you" sorta time
No I don't like you
All my life
I hope I'm never like you
Says a lot to piss me off I mean I'm like a type two
Bitch I fucked the beat up, like what that mic do?
Best you rest yo chest and check the right dude
(That's you)

WANNABE CYPHER #2

Is This? (prod. @kjaybeats x bino)

beat switches curated by heyBlicky with loops found on Splice

Thank You (feat. Myskie) [PROD. Lucas Depetti]

ILLUMINATIO feat. BOOFRESH (prod. Noizy)

All songs besides "L-Side (Intro)" are produced by Kieran Jacobs; written and arranged by Pavel Pavlovich Laska (i.e. Paul Nostalgia).

L-Side (Intro) [prod. heyBlicky]

Same Schedule [prod. Kieran Jacobs]

Hometown [prod. Kieran Jacobs]

Donz [prod. Kieran Jacobs]

everybody!

Instead of friends --> instrumentals
This nicotine diggin the mental
Since a lil teen
Put the lentils in the rice
Unintentionally nice
And despite
Every vice
I had the light
I had the light
I was the light
I been looking up now, despite

I can fuck up for now
Cuz I know I'll pick up my own weight
If it take a year to run the marathon
a mile a day
I'm okay
My own plate got no space for a date
It isn't hard feelings
I don't harbor hate
...
Wait

I don't wanna waste your time
Maybe you had a long day
Maybe you picked up a drug in disgrace
Maybe suicide is something you play
On the TV of your mind
when done with the day
Death is your ex, we on a double date
She lookin fine, we lookin great

Instead of love, it's drugs
Instead of God, it's us
Instead of self-deprecating
Accept ourselves with love
One time, two times, fuck it up
Three times, we still feel stuck
Sometimes, I just wanna fuck
Other times, I don't know what I want
Four times five, plus four hours
How was this past year so out of
My own grasp
I can vouch on being absent
More than I'm proud of

Everybody dying now
I can't lose a moment,
Even when the psyche dying out
I'm too old to hide it now
I was the light
I am the light
I was the light
I am the light
I am the light

Instead of friends --> instrumentals
This nicotine diggin the mental
Since a lil teen
Put the lentils in the rice
Unintentionally nice
And despite
Every vice
I had the light
(I had the light)
I had the light
(I had the light)
I was the light
I been looking up now, despite

deSPITE (prod. pdubcookin)

maybe it's so
far from your cause
that you've given up
on all that you've done

maybe you'll go
and kiss another man
well that's for you to plan
won't give a helpin dam

maybe in another space
i would never have to say
anythin i wanna say
sorry that you won't erase me

maybe in another space
you'd think about the words you say
think about the things you claim
admit the silly games you play

HELPIN DAM

WANNABE CYPHER #4 (prod. Faded Francis x heyBlicky)

Chorus - KING PAPA
Verse 1 - Paul Nostalgia
Verse 2 - BOOFRESH
Bridge - Paul Nostalgia

Produced by heyBlicky (aka Paul Nostalgia)
Bass Guitar performed by Verona Street Melodrama

Right Amount (feat. BOOFRESH, KING PAPA, & Verona Street Melodrama)

prod. heyBlicky

When the
Pride come
Insecurity follows
So I'm
Lookin funny at these dudes
Securing these models
Reassure you the motto's followed
Except for our love
All about the cream but i'm protected with my love
They got no drip so they pissed like orange yellow
Bounce like Boba, that's foreign jello
Lonzo, Lamello
Hell of an instrumental
Shit's an ensemble
Straight from my memos
Roxanne's nephew, here to check you
Don't press a girl you met, cuz she still ain't text you
If you wouldn't be her friend, don't let her sex you
Attachment anxiety from sex gon vex you
Body genuine, I lost my sense of time
And every cent and dime, that's a penny for yo thotty
Mosquitos roam when ya flaunt yo body, so
Leave me alone, wutcha want is not me
Can't run away from it
Can't run to it
Don't write in vain
Gotta let it run through em
When I gotta say som
But I feel muted
I cry out the pain
Into some beautiful music
You gimme confidence to be me
You keep on callin when I need peace
Knowledge, wellness, selfless flower
If i win, that win is ours
[Play me that one tune that] got me fiendin for more
I get jaded to you and it's cool to leave it alone
Take a break from you to realize you always my home
Breaking what you gimme would be breaking my bones
When the grey was consumin
And I resumed to be cold
You gave me what you knew
And with an infinite soul
I've taken it in vain
I know that I cannot repay it
But know you appreciated
You my beautiful foundation
You go
Bm bm, bm bm b bm
I'll be lovin you from womb to da tomb
No matter what they take they ain't takin you
No matter what they say
hate is hate
Truth is truth
Ay, look where we at, look where we ran
Look up when lookin back
If I want it then I take it
I'm not daunted by a plaque
I'm just haunted by the fact
Money, comfort, fame, and power
Getchu ego trippin bad
If you dont keep yo head intact

DUH-BUH-YOO

beg for me

absolutely pathetic

vocals - chorus: Trinity Veal
bgvox: Janae Spradley (N4E)

Sometimes I become a push over
Other times I don't look sober
Cold world, give em my good shoulder
Hold in grudges, judgment, ugly
Feel like a child wantin everyone to love me
Love is blind, it was lust when you fucked me though
Trust me, reminisce how I rushed each
gushy story
Right my wrongs, if it's really a thing
I can rap, cook it up, fuck it up, sing
I could act good enough like it's nothing
In reality I needa get to studying
Drownin in a complex muddy thing
Everything we need is a money thing
Bad days, burn out, everybody things
Fast pace, slow route, don't slouch
life a bee, no matter what it sting

Baby I'm falling
(I gotta back away)
Maybe my problems
(Fall on me this way)
Take me to autumn
(I don't see a break)
I keep on falling

WANNABE CYPHER #5

MISCHiEF [PROD. TAC 4 x docent]

NASTY (PROD. ME)

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Paul Nostalgia - vocals (singing/rapping), piano, producing (under producer tag "heyBlicky"), songwriting

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