ProjectileVomiting

Food for Thought (Prod. Tom Misch)

moving up

Ben Beal- Madness (prod. Purpan)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @toccimc

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@ibr

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Tocci - Dove (ft. Chris Wright)

i wish i could spend more time with you.
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sad neighbor theme song  (prod. Wizard Island)

DEAR GOD (preview of CULDESAC RADIO)

i wrote this song in 10 seconds while jumping out of a helicopter

mfn lyrics:

(Verse)
Bow-legged and overgrown crevices
Noting a bold X and just 
Doting on cozy severance
Cozened, then blow progression 
Have and lack the yen for buckets
Of smackable breasts, honey, crisp
Fuck, I’ma jump the gun again
Underweight, underwhelmed
Underpaid, it’s correlation
Boring, painful, maybe if these gains were microwavable
No bronze belt, I’m honored with goshes
And my arms arms smell
I spit and it resonates
You could say I raise the barbel
It’s not second, the natural half’s in practicing
Dazzle me with your pack
And perhaps I’ll address the applicants
Adderall and acid account for a thousand accidents
Shit talking prick took a laxative up the ass and said
Maybe if your dick were as big as your fucking ego
I’d be more inclined to flaunt the iron
Toss these cold totino's pizza rolls
And boast a D-cup
Preach to the happy mediums
I work out when my mattress 
Starts to sink into me, bro
Don’t you ever get tired
Of running your fucking mouth
As often as I gobble Tyson’s 
I’m sure I’ll live and die 
With all my current privileges
As long as I never visit
Younen or his equivalents
I exercise my right to abuse 
All of my expenditures
I sweat and curse
But only when I’m cramping 
On some naked girls
My gods find shelter at the local Waffle House
Rest assured, I never take communion 
Unless I bottom out
Submerged in syrup
I fervently gurgle stuffing
A burgeoning urge to work out
It burns and I blurt FUCK IT
Three pokes had seemed so scrawny 
But the leather blares anomaly
You shoulda flossed all your teeth
You shoulda meditated instead of praying
You’re emulating a paradoxical frog
Embarrassing, impatient
It’s not me, it’s the spice
It’s the porn 
You see me on the sofa
I’ll just see you on the fourth

(Hook)
Let’s work arms and
Let’s work core
Scales on bone, not sore
Bought a new scale through a wormhole
Lost for a second
Armchair? Tell me more
Let’s work out for a minute 
Till the sun meets stars
Out for a minute till the sun meets stars
Out for a minute till the sun meets stars
And we’ll see that sun 
Closer than we have before

I Work Out In July (Prod.OnAir)

prod. Rook1e 
LYRICS:
Sit back relax and let me tell you all a story 
Bout the boy who met the woman of his dreams while he was snoring But truthfully I haven’t finished writing yet
 And sighing over unrequited love is kinda boring
 Ever heard the strategy speak it into existence?
 Manifest reality by staying optimistic
 Its far fetched, but I got a target and a mission
 planned the whole 9 yards so I can really go the distance 
Well its better than reminiscing
 Bout the one time we talked and the professor said to zip it 
Not dissimilar to wanting and then wishing
 But my confidence is missing when it comes to you I’m tripping
Well I better get back to the narrative You was in the passengers seat, and i was steering it staring at something other than the road, embarrassing 
You mentioned my music and showed some interest in hearing it 
Wasn’t prepared for it, I swallowed down some butterflies 
And then said yeah I would love you to hear this song of mine
 Give me some opinions when its finished and I’ll hear em out 
Played the very same song you happen to be hearing now
Cough over the lyric where I tell you that I’m falling for you
Now I feel the pressure better lie and say its not about you
Say some bullshit bout the concept of a meta narrative 
Then shut up, little bit of silence as it dawns upon you
 Thinking to myself i hope its going over well 
Try and keep the awkward laugh inside but to no avail 
And dear listeners what happens next I haven’t guessed
a story for another time and one thats only yours to tell

a story... (prod. Rook1e)

500 miles (instrumental) [prod. by mr. master]

me reading fweet.org's prologue

https://soundcloud.com/atwood
https://soundcloud.com/chriswrightotj
https://soundcloud.com/headhaunter
https://soundcloud.com/ibr
https://soundcloud.com/biskwiq
https://soundcloud.com/noeldac
https://soundcloud.com/toccimc
https://soundcloud.com/whyandotte
https://soundcloud.com/bbluknight

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