OVER IT

tell me you promise,
dealing w issues I'm honest,
fuck on a bitch like i'm modest
tell me you promise, yeah
just to make things better?
tell me you promise,
dealing w issues I'm honest,
fuck on a bitch like i'm modest
tell me you promise, yeah
just to make things better?

been spending time toward my fate,
working this shit like an open gate,
makin no rate,
but i'm okay,
file for eviction feelin like an oley!
no pay, 'plying pressure to my skin like an old freight,
train-
every day just to be something that these kids wanna hate,
feeling no plays,
feeding myself outta inspiration in the hate!
too busty stacking my chips,
while you were just throwing your shots in the hay,
calling it noose grade, cause i feel like killing me today,
huh
been at the top and the bottom, been knowing that money just makes you less honest, and God its hard to just believe in myself-
When I was born where the fog was just hazing my vision,
By disorders i cannot fathom from a father figure who ws just a victim of a war within self-
Show me your heart,
Believe in the mark,
in lyrics of Pac,
of Jake in the Autumn,
Vest in a chart,
Snakes who was suited and given a story of bottom,
Born out the rocks,
Best believe it just comes from a bottle,
Do it for Pac,
Inspiration thats just coming from shottas,
Culture admittedly shot,
Given and taken some genres,
Robinhood winnin at this shit I promise
Robinhood winnin at this shit I promise,
I promise.

Tell me you promise,
Dealing w issues I'm honest,
Fuck on a bitch like i'm modest
Tell me you promise, yeah
Just to make things better?
Tell me you promise,
Dealing w issues I'm honest,
Fuck on a bitch like i'm modest
Tell me you promise, yeah
Just to make things better?

Tell Me (prod. Origami)

i cannot,
i cannot,
i cannot give enough
bottle my,
bottle my,
bottle my demons up
i cannot,
i cannot,
i cannot give enough

i don't really give a fuck!
drown my ego in a muck!
double time need em chucks!
super star shining light,
trash rappers wanna suck dick!
have at em, i don't need Witt,
White Atom come to make hits!
I just be meaning to shine,
always been wearing the ice,
never been blowing like minds (mines),
i am just using my mind,
i am just one of a kind,
human and super reclined,
astral but pretty defined!
making my way through music of time,
and know if I die,
no-one appreciate,
everyone focus the food on the plate,
OPEN THE HEAVENS GATE!
WOULD YOU BE WORTHY OF GIVING YOUR LOVE TO HATE?
KNOW I HAVE MADE MISTAKES!
forgiving my sins through giving my fate,
know if I win i'm rigging the rate,
diggin my spends and talk bout date,
wait,
flow w a napsack, now we on Snapchat,
baby got that backtrack, not really on that flow,
lookin for a clapback, blowin his gat back, always gon keep that stowed,
loving him like tic tac toe,
bluffing me going xxo
blow this tree gon hit that flow
bottle down, let my demon show,
tell em i'm just a grieving low,
maybe I don't need him so,
so...

i cannot,
i cannot,
i cannot give enough
bottle my,
bottle my,
bottle my demons up
i cannot,
i cannot,
i cannot give enough

I Cannot (prod. DARKBOY)

prod. skyfd

how it feel?
how it feel?
how it feel?
how it feel?
how it feel?

how you feel?
how you feel?
feeling just great!
how it feel,
how it feel,
when you pop grapes?
how you feel,
how you feel,
serve your dinner plate!
how you feel?
how you feel?
feelin' just great!

hop into this shit,
makin a bitch shake,
you wanna bit, bait?
tell em off, run em off, ay
drown em out, run em out, faded
how you gonna tell me that i'm jaded?
you don't even know me, subie whip so clean i made it,
now they tellin me they lost their fuckin patience.
i'm impatient, make a bitch go wherever the beat go,
super sonic speeds, make it from a 3.0, baby want some cheat codes,
tell em "i don't really cheat bro"
buying cheap shows,
came from Tucson, Arizona now we lit though,
like-
from top to the bottom, i run through all my options,
ay
hardest in the game, and there ain't no fuckin stoppin!
pausin, whats a player two? it ain't no option,
tell em run the game up!
and we poppin pills,
fuck a corporate shill,
this shit make me ill,
writing away my time,
riding a wave in time,
wire the game in five.

how you feel?
how you feel?
feeling just great!
how it feel,
how it feel,
when you pop grapes?
how you feel,
how you feel,
serve your dinner plate!
how you feel?
how you feel?
feelin' just great!

Just Great (demo)

prod. tyrner

error 404,
fuck that bitch he make me snore,
error 404,
turnt up now, why you snore?

been at the top and the bottom,
i'm sick of these faggots who being less honest,
and I got some issues i'm pressing with conscious,
been constantly thinkin bout how you a goner,
damn!
press the issue out of sight,
presses been issued a right,
with my homie, shout-out mic-on-mic!
finna make it like tonight!
drugged up,
fuckin no bitch i'm tough love,
hug stuff,
drown in the trench, i'm top dove,
bringing my shit, you piss blood!
all in the same, tough luck,
dove and grenade, HU,
feel like i'm Floyd, Hey You,
seeming annoyed, hate dude,
pressing my issues with hate moods,
treacherous tissue, go cry bout it,
like-
bollywood to hollywood, I
made it through my childhood, fly
got a bitch to maidenwood, high
need a bitch to stay in good vibes,
seething hits they love it when i cry.

error 404,
fuck that bitch he make me snore,
error 404,
turnt up now, why you snore?
error 404,
fuck that bitch he make me snore,
error 404,
turnt up now, why you snore?

MIC:
error 404 cause you wont find new shit with me,
don't need a ghost to write my lines, this rap shit came w a degree,
a scholar only on the mic, i swear that i'm a different breed,
and i'll be rapping till i'm flooding everybodies news feed,
but when i cry, when i cry,
i don't do that shit no-more,
heart been broken, heart been broken
all that bleeding left me sore,
and what for?
out of the norm,
still spitting heat call me Johnny Storm,
still getting love every time i perform,
i'm still in that gym with that perfect form,
like this my element,
i got seven hits,
undiscovered yet but i'm bettin this,
double down that ya boy a rising star,
ace in the hole thats in my guitar,
bitch i'm gold talent, got a soul passion,
mix some old fashion, and i'm a pro blastin'
this ain't new to me,
i got rappers textin on the low talkin bout tutoring me
i'm a computer freak,
thats why lux call this track 404
404 and 808's shake the floor,
bitches calling but i just hit ignore,
love my sound, well you gon' have to pay for more.

ERROR404 (feat. MIC-ON-MIC)

prod. bkelly

tip-top!
want no guap!
if a faggot wanna pop, get popped!
slide of them fries w the beef,
i don want no-one on envying me,
sign to them labels, they give me a lead,
had a big brain so she fuckin' on me,
huh
huh,
how goes?
i'm ghost!
like i'm phantom,
hop in this shit like i'm Fanum, taxed!
we ain't same brack,
rap trash it ain't that,
trap shit with aimed facts,
track backed by Ain stats,
track by Ain stats!

tip toes, you know how it goes,
skrrt around the block,
big nose,
go ahead and get popped, faggot. (x2)

SLUSH:
big nose!
like a kid, i pick those,
stick hoes from my town,
i gotta give those props,
got my shawty, finna drop,
oh we locked in?
got my crew up by my side, we finna win!
diggin in now like a meal i can't resist,
my main-line treat me like i don't exist,
we're too fine, w these thoughts I reminisce
on the line, corporate drugs to fill the itch,
in my brain when life gets nun feeling the same,
made a lane that these rappers can't explain,
went too insane, so my thoughts don't entertain,
give me light of day and imma make a wave,
had to hide away from those who ain't the same,
when i'm getting in my mode they tend to change,
forget bout hoes, i'm gonna make a wave!
go thru your phone, and find some names!
hoeing on your own is where you'll stay,
better stay on your tip-toes around me.
should've never let me go, i see
remember kissing on the low, i see
these things mean nothing to you, but made my soul leave,
everytime i remember every little thing,
feels like an ember of love, how i previously,
love on me so tender, even though i have to leave.

Tip Toes (demo featuring SLUSHIPOP)

IAN DILEMMA

the way you get on my nerves,
its kinda fuckin obsurd
the way you get on my nerves,
nah that ain't it-
lets start it again,

THE WAY YOU GET ON MY NERVES,
YOU'RE KINDA FUCKIN OBSURD,
THE WAY YOU TRAMPLE MY WORDS,
UGH
THE WAY YOU GET ON MY NERVES,
YOU'RE KINDA FUCKIN OBSURD
FUCK!

Get on my nerves, and little words to be spit in a verse,
And all I know is I was put here to fuckin' work!
Not the 9-5, but buy to buy, the kinda guy
Spend the money make more later in life,
Hah
So you recorded a lie, now you in court ready to die, and funny
How the words fracture into something, lost my lovin,
Wanted more than you can imagine the game is only for runnin'
Cops around the corner ready for buzzing, and tell me are you comin' or running, yearnin or lovin? my intentions are nothin',
I've lost a lot for these thoughts I've been huggin,
Looney Tunes in the writing, could say I'm Buggin,
Ba da ba ba ba, lovin' it, 
No bunny here, jab you with the spear,
- -  -
Runnin it,
God plays off all my fuckin fears,
While the music was getting plays in your ears,
I'm floating in rivers to make up for the lack of tears,
All my piers see 5k,
Wanna fight for the tiers,
Shy and obedient led to people feeding the greedy bit,
Act like I aint been seeing shit, all the losers are peeping it,
Guess I'm the only man supplying the gas,
Be lit-
Ouch, that hurt!
Slouch, get burned!
Pout, no fuckin words, yea!
I've lived this whole life giving,
Bout time I made my own living, and tell me what you see rappin livid?
Work an art, realize you really are gifted,
Write more and more, real lies past spittin
So I'm writing these letters,
To let people know I've been better,
Come along and get it together,
Getting the cheddar, my brain is a fretter.
I am no go-getter,
Somehow every day I get better and better,
I dont even gotta wear a Gucci sweater!
Cause all my fans know my rhymes are trendsetters,
I aint even use autotune yet, sound like bed-wetters,
Dead-beat fucked up my life in the center,
Funny how I offend her but bending these words like a fender
I'm getting the feel,
I'm feeling the real!
Lace up so I run like a Keplar,
Stab ya with the scepta,
Laugh about it with your money like a heckla!
All bass,
No boost,
New style,
Old shoes
All blues,
No clues,
Now tell me how the fuck you're gonna get out of your noose, punk!

The way you get on my nerves,
You're kinda fuckin obsurd,
The way you trample my words,
You're fuckin with the heard,
The way you get on my nerves,
You're kinda fuckin obsurd,
The way you trample my-

NERVES

prod. skyfd
fly out,
die out,
sick of this shit i'll buy out
fly out,
my route,
sick as a bitch on my clout
fly out,
fly,
fly out,
fly
fly out,
fly

three shits i could give for a hater
bring it back to the days i could trust
money = love
lusting for his touch,
outta space making bank,
soaring through a safe,
smoking sage feeling hate surround me-
cause you never ate,
go and fix a plate,
player one ain't no twos when agape,
i'm in shape-
out the box on the top still
pop the glock, on the rocks killed,
"kill the pac's" let it stop, ay

fly out,
die out,
sick of this shit i'll buy out
fly out,
my route,
sick as a bitch on my clout
fly out,
fly,
fly out,
fly
fly out,
fly

fishing for haze,
smoking so good, i feel like i'm Blaze,
Silver on neck, the ice in my veins,
flames of disaster i'm spitting my pains,
you wanted it faster, i gave it in spades,
dealt w the drama now give me the fame,
built like i'm Dharma these faggots enraged,
sell out no karma they hatin' on Jake,
getting the money the blues in my face,
throwing ya shade,
wannabees buzzin but lame,
thoughts from a junkie, ok?
thought you want money now hate?

fly out,
die out,
sick of this shit i'll buy out
fly out,
my route,
sick as a bitch on my clout
fly out,
fly,
fly out,
fly
fly out,
fly
fly out,
fly

Fly Out (demo)

DON'T HESITATE

prod. skyfd

the tides gon change (x11)
the tides gon-
CHANGE
YOU!
ONE TWO THREE FOUR!

hop out at shit!
uh
flippin a brick!
uh
making a bit!
uh
fuckin' a bit!
uh
making this money but feelin like shit
how did I win?
ton on my plate but I swear I went in
jit-
dozens of flows but the demon within
AH!

All these rappers are trash,
And I swear I'm in bag,
Member days I was bad,
But then I had grad,
Crept on up then I dash,
Yes his life was sad,
Went off on his dad,
TAKE NOTES!
I DON'T WANNA HEAR YOU COPE,
LAND OF FREE BUT WE'RE ENSLAVED,
YES I WANNA HEAR YOUR NAME,
WEAR MY VAPE LIKE A CHAIN,
NO STRINGS ATTATCHED I'M IN PAIN,
I'M IN PAIN,
AY

the tides gon change (x7)
the tides gon-
CHANGE
YOU!

TIDES

GHOSTS

prod by 10:AM

i got a lot on my head,
i got a lot on my bed,
i got a lot of these issues i'm playing for gosha but never left on read,
yuh!
lil bitch,
sit down,
i'm in the lead, i'm ahead now
i am a leader no head bow,
talkin to me you get gunned down,
fuckin that bitch with a headgown,
while i'm eating some steak in my bed, how?
21 making them beatdowns,
23 toks i'm in head now,
daily reminder to highlight our god, and give em some bread now,
i'm on top, fuck it make your head bop,
faggots face fuck, while i get the pennies up,
dad was deadbeat, leave em keep the benny tucked,
if you want smoke, then we pop a phanny tough,
31 bitches and thy want my phanny, look-
huh!
sneak- diss
i been known to hit,
hea-thans,
that fuck up w fists,
10:AM,
producing this shit,
i got that bounce that make up your whereabouts,
i gotta pounce a pussy for word of mouth,
you gotta bounce 'fore we fuck up the plot,
forward thinker, i'm aliken to pac,
gosha gosha and we shoot up the spot
ugh
gosha gosha and we shoot up the spot
ugh.

GOSHA FREESTYLE

prod. riff grimez
i'm a piece of shit!
--
you wanna come at me bitch?

wanna fight fire with fire, not okay!
you wanna die for a right but theres no escape,
and every day i wake with these leftists trynna fill my brain
tell em all stop till i miss the rage,
tell em all stop till i break a fuckin leg,
not a singer or a rapper i am just jake,
you are just fake,
you was plastic looking for a new estate,
in the state making changes grazing how we need the change

I'm okay,
you okay? hon-
I'm okay!
you okay hon?
i'm okay,
you okay hon?
aight,
yeah,
sit down,
lil bitch,
head now,
i'm in the race i'm ahead now,
you wanted a woman we wed bows,
"that man is the devil" explain how,
besides all the money and hate gowns,
i thought about drummin no plate how?
now that it's over its hate out
side w the K w an E O
each hoe,
each dollar,
so hypocritical,
call me cynical,
aint a pyro but i'm innit though,
need a newer boat,
save it for your coat,
when we in
world war three
cause of harris foreign codes,

fucking! GO!

---

tell em slide and get they dope!

---

i'm selling my soul!
i'm selling my soul!

---

need to let it go!

WWIII

prod. mp3

we pick up the pocket change
while others they will not change
no issue I stay away
so funny we are what we make
but art is so taint,
a road between two mountains is my land and i'm pushing this freight
uh
so get out of my way, i'm out w an eighth
i smoke in an hour just wait, this album a weight,
so spot and i'll carry the day,
but loving vicarious wage that others pinch when afraid,
i get it okay?
you b-250,
i'm more a private jet
uh
aint to risky,
its seemin wanting sex
uh
now I wonder less,
if he's just wanting to test
got some brothers left,
they think i'm one of the best,
wouldn't be impressed,
its just a noose that resets,
"how he do that no flex?"
cause i say and i show it,
first to bond is last to a motive,
stolen Hart but will be Jada when flowing
thats a bar no chrome when the cadence is potent,
17,
caught up with novacaine,
w no relations, the profit addiction feeding bigger bags,
uh
these prophets are people between what seems in the good and bad,
but they ain't trialed for OD, fuck is that?
and i'm wack for seeing right through it, off the map-
no relapse cause i'm cool w being human,
congruent,
i'm fluent w flows,
lyrics consuming,
do it,
we reap what we sow so I just grew it,
money tree grow, but blue is the hue nd }
if life is a goat then we are Shepphards keeping peace in the dome,
uh
mental fortification from others,
i tend to a gong cause people fuck you over whenever you're gone!
and if life is a bitch, then i'm fuckin him wrong
cause my pockets empty while i'm making a song,
uh
it hurts to atone for sins I could not condone but man thats how it goes when you are just all alone.

Pockets

prod. nat

lets go
huh (x3)
i'm with what i draw
my pictures are painted by gauze
pain from the paintings of God
follow my message, a letter to Saw,
the letterman ahead of the draws
ouch!
fuckin ya bitch on your couch,
makin a hit then i bounce,
passin my passion been passin surpassing my lard,
peter piper picked a pickle to pepper the bars,
a penny to barge, i'm paying homage,
w people to God complex, to steeple I brought checks,
my pension dependent on pending to pendants swinging,
im pressing in deep-end to creepin on shippin weekend
you reapin from green daze, i'm famous for being based,
a flick of her bean baste, i'll make em a mean face oo-
whether you ready or not,
fairest weather to feathers of bird rot,
i came up from noose cots,
you playing them blues cards,
fuck all them ruse shots, you lose spot
appreciate the people you've lost yeah

appreciate those you've lost-
till i'm makin it posh, i'll leave you to shop,
windows breaking under the lot, 
tinted cause your colors shine whenever you're under the spot
lighting to anyone lying bout hardships of finding the silver lining,
my bullet shining no nickel son, 
but if you give me a minute i'll run up your fickle sums,
and play you like a Tweedle Dumb-
yeah you heard a gun
shooting bullets outta rage,
spittin fire like a mage,
swear don't try it, blow your brains
OD novacaine,
now i aint the same
withdrawl how I missed the rage
then i beat the game yeah

OD novacaine, then I beat the game
i'm with what i draw fucker

Withdrawl II (Open Verse)

prod. nat

don't mind if i do,
you dont gotta make room,
with the fuzz so u zoom,
u is HUD, they need u
if its up, they gon shoot,
choppa gon buss down on u
i need breathing room-
i need breathing room,
ay-

he wan fuck me good,
we up aint talkin wood,
we was out of town, deprived us of underground,
ay-
we just hadda bounce, making money off of our sounds,
and its like that lil bitch,
hop off the fuzz raps, i switch,
quick w the gun clap you bitch,
ay-
bitches pussy, ate
i don filled up my whole plate,
w the fuzz well you aint,
aw shit, say he hus but he aint,
think he was, then he lay,
smoking bud to my face,
aint no run, my name jake
you look fun, not a date,
i been smoking this eight
and they pressin for pape-
so I suggest you get your papers faggot!

don't mind if i do,
you dont gotta make room,
with the fuzz so u zoom,
u is HUD, they need u
if its up, they gon shoot,
choppa gon buss down on u
this the breathing room,
this the breathing room
ay-

why you claiming this shit?
white in laymens i spit but the pavement for jits,
this payment a hit, pay meant a brick,
pain in my shit, paint on the brick faggot fore i flooded my wrist
ye-
yellow lines, gang crimes, all the same to me,
olivine, im in times, they a fan of me,
square when i'm running the mag,
dump and then get me a bag,
trunk in and aint no discussion there was them body bags
they was buzzin and you a fan of that,
i'm a fan of rap,
you a Fanta rat, run around with a Santa hat,
SoFaygo, we hate those, you w the fuzz so we lay smoke
Cactus Jack but can't insert you a prick,
heh-
And tomorrow guaranteed I'll be fucking ya bitch,
or date her, later hater, i'm w skaters, belated by my own sin in the sentence, ya sick pricks needa be shot ay
yeah-

(x2)
don't mind if i do,
you dont gotta make room,
with the fuzz so u zoom,
u is HUD, they need u
if its up, they gon shoot,
choppa gon buss down on u
this the breathing room,
this the breathing room
ay-

Breathing Room

DAW & Hardware:
FL Studio 20
Oculus Quest 2 Mic

prod.sogimura

bitch i'm obsessed,
admit it i'm pressed,
been around the corner looking for sex,
and little my chest,
a heart- attack-
go watch- yo back-
packed up and i'm past that,
rap stuff got me mad bags,
betcha pressed now cause i last laughed,
and i hit bounds like a bad dad,
aint no bad days we been past that
and i drag daze like my pads track,
you down to play well then max staff,
like-
which way, do i go?
switch waves, so i flow-
hit mayb, then sold shows,
did pay, now break bone-
i hate hoes and i hate bros,
so wave flows, and i pave roads,
check stubs look like halos,
overhead when i rap tho,
king of game aint no rap throne,
so don't come at me w no cap bro,
less you hating get a cap so-

bitch i'm obsessed,
admit it your pressed,
pressure got me feeling up in my chest-
you bet its the pressure,
you bet its depression.
(x2)

hold the rope, a golden goats throne,
talked my soap but box is getting old,
i box w fists, and cap whenever tote,
so i sold my soul and wrote some better notes,
told y'all i was based huh-
capping rappers wanna hate yuh,
i don't wanna hear ya play hon,
i'm homesick and I need love,
cut throat when I give hugs,
i don't want coke cause you smoke bud,
hold hope like a new buzz,
lightyear when i'm ghost cuz,
chains are clinging on real hard,
water water, drink it when i'm far,
wrap a rapper up when i'm gone,
deeper rappers lookin like a pond,
i'm gone.

pressure.

prod.gxm

picture this young fxggot gon step in the game,
and make me a name, rap like a two but still i'm insane
got brain pains, so i bleed paint
bad bitch give mean brain 
say she need jake
i dont need plates,
lets is pills for my brain pains
abilify w some sex got addictions like these heathans on the net
like (x4)
aw shit-
huh
flix, or fix or hit this
hey
fixer fixer fix this
brain
tip of dick in lip just
hate
love to rap w lisp just
make
sex addiction whippin-
hey
100 gecs my missions
place

thats ERP

ERP (x2)
hey

napsack,
rap track,
been that,
flowing no aqua got lean in my backpack
hey
(x3)

Thats ERP
ERP (x2)

picture perfect been to earth and back
dentures golden bend him over brags,
send me beats ya betcha gonna smash
like every single person in ya path
back in school i produced now i rap,
thought is cool, i concluded the trap,
song is friendly, but i hit from the back,
haters ready to say this is wack,
take inspiration from people who rap,
shoutout to darkie to writing and laughs,
i'm like marque with the tech in the bag,
so look when you rap,
not one for the trap,
but run from the cap,
talll when I puff out my chest out and shit-
ah shit back to the chorus,

napsack,
rap track,
been that,
flowing no aqua got lean in my backpack
hey
(x3)

Thats ERP,
ERP (x2)
twin.

e-r-p freestyle.

self-love.

plastic.

prod. purc

gore.
fuck is you talking bout, lore?
make it to state of new york,
shoes are the christian dior,
not one to shop, but windows my store,
and y'all finna mock, i tend to just score,
your friends are so tox, i clean em in morgue,
like-
reverberate! i saturate,
the game and i bounce from name,
it calms my fate, the commas paid,
but never gonna feel the same,
shit heals my brain, and ease the pain,
from walkin' round day to day,
questioning is it really fuckin worth it?
do i really have a purpose?
mama sorry for my burdens,
i dont wanna hear em lurkin,
heh-
feel so alone, but-
sex and these bitches been healing the wounds, soot-
all in the cut,
calling me cute but i feel like a klutz,
must be hatred for myself in a rut,
smokin that gas pack, blowing gats back,
w a hazmat,
rapping so spaztic, yeah i had that,
backtrack to when i was little and groomed for a gap pack in my backpack,
knew i just passed that, pause,
now i'm just passive, pause,
tend to just rip it like its jaws,
whenever depressive in my thoughts,
never just last ditch in clause,
tend to just run whenever lost,
never let friends beat my cause,
i'm-
sick of these hoes, sick of the bros,
sick of this sickness that killing my soul,
meant for you to call me up on my phone,
lately been feeling alone,
you left me in dome,
bone marrow crushing when you are home,
vivid pictures of a life living alone,
damn-

need a love pill (x2)

gore.

aibo's theme!

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pink madonna,
no fatter than your baby mama,
been to offer,
voice of reason, stretchers father
run to martyr,
up for a center focus,
i been to poke US like Richard in '74, ain't no hoping
just a long gaze,
sometimes we part ways,
depart phases of circus acts that reclaim gays
hm,
pave roads, but plot maze,
the pots laced,
with toxins we sought faith,
for psychosis, pac days,
undiagnosed, from running the mope,
you upping in trucks, i play for some hope
pretty princess for cope, you buy em a coat,
and act like it heals the wounds you unfold,
and so i was told by father and mother alone!
you gotta get it, cause the work ain't a boat,
sail to sea, or drive it to cope,
yeah, I ain't lit or a dope,
fiend,
but i play ya a rope,
theme,
that dangle US trope,
seems,
that lack of respect,
my father told me the facts or forever in debt,
to my soul for this weight i ingest,
don't carry their baggage, set it down and just rest,
huh,
to that i attest,
don't carry the baggage, set it down and just rest,
this is the cause and effect.

intro cypher

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been too often, 
i'm often within my mantras
a possum been haunting my dreams,
crawls in the seams and reaps when i sleep,
this drama some faggots to me,
a white flag just a racket to me,
jackets black w the red, as punk as it seems,
read books, or break bread,
i hate dead,
dread lead to the paper like made beds,
uh
"why am I always so tired?"
fake friends,
my heaven is hell on this earth that we circle in jerk off for some head,
up on this perc,
thank god i reversed,
my motives for a stature that never could hurt,
i get it i'm blessed,
but every day feels like a curse,
suicidal in notes,
presented by hearse,
purse for my ashes we smokin up on the worst
brought out the pain, tings ain't to search
seasons change, and bleedings got morse in the burbs
can't find love, a boy is a gun,
i'm shooting him first
turn around and find that i'm Durst,
like-
mother fucker,
kick the bucket,
i dont wanna hear your ruckus,
i toss and turn in the muck end,
while wading waters,
get to buckin,
feel the fuckin'-
weight of my soul,
haters patron,
that they pouring when i bleed in my notes,
bites on the throne,
butts that i've fucked but buttons been pulled,
rushing alone,
for something i never could have bowled,
of Ramen, "whats for dinner" they scold,
young and just broke,
i mean i age when i'm told,
that i'll never learn and be in prison by fifteen,
now sixty,
lookin back i be seeing some sick thieves,
-
lookin back i be seeing some sick thieves,
ya get it?

high

prod. nour

hard faced,
aint no bigger than mars, space,
surround me like far faith,
and its far fetched how people gon place rank,
when i gave case scenes, believe in a harsh fate
so i just part ways,

from this negative energy,
got to be kidding me,
rid of the person be inner-me,
remember the purse is your enemy,
perscribing dollars to women is sin of thieves,
that is an entity-
revolve around it like a circus, hurtin'
i dont wanna hear your burdens, learning,
you gotta get it yourself,
i digress its just a battle for pelts,
lately been learning that harm is on self-
and i dont want none of your damage or Yelp,
chefs in the kitchen and cookin up belt,
to get in to gear is to reach into yourself,
and learn that the power will come with some help,
respect has been earned just aint eating it well-
ye, ye,
i digress, ya bide by checks,
so learn
to buy respect, is biased press,
ya heard,
ride the wave, and lie by crest,
to burn,
i heard the best, i'll take the left end
turn
then i'll chop the bush and ash another urn,
the right of jest, or be the king of burns?
bought out,
ya rot out,
we pressing the deepend, so watch out when swimming with fish,
the sharks are the rich,
while guppies be making the sense,
the lecture is dense,
don't matter a dunce or in ditch,
compress us to make you some cents,
like-
down at the barrel is death,
a heroin specialist, but real in debt
feral in net, lux is the king of the set,
up on the best yet, but lacking the chest,
money, power, respect, i crave but teachings invest,
what is ego to death?
reap what we sow but the fabric is deaf,
turned to a blind eye,
thats befriending an influencer,
who looking for checks,
i bend what is next,
doors open and revolves around sex,
what these popular people digest,
and that i digress,
damn it.

popufur

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i been
i been
i been
counting the hours towards death,
sink into depths,
this water will not wade so i settle for less,
and i guess, 
i'm saying more is just less,
more than wetter, i'm waiting for breath,
oar a picture of rowing to sets,
uh
growing pains and lower my chest,
head over heels to drowning in sex,
so give me a sec-
(breath)
rest assured this EP a mess,
but the movie is blessed,
paint a picture,
move it now I think I can just-
see clear, wipe this sin off my chest,
red haze thats bluer than teeth, 'fraid,
news daze says humans are free slaves,
no human in news name,
now fluent in tuesdays,
i owe you my loose change,
cause lord knows i lose change for comfort in quiet rain,
no question i'm in pain,
so far from the free days,
three days my cycle to fix up big mistakes,
no-one int he state,
insterstate my home andf that'll never change,
cause its all i've known,
all i've known,
all i've known,
and now i'm all alone,

who's who,
whats what?
a noose, i cut,
the clues are blunt,
smoke the ashes if you wanna hut, ay
play off love like sewage its rough,
lost and afraid i aint use it enough,
but hold to my ways, it gets me to bluffs,
the higher this plane, the harder i fall,
uh
i hire my shame and with what i draw,
uh
no liar to jake,
this music all that i got,
so i ow y'all

i been
i been
i been
playing this off,
pray to a god,
he says i'm too soft,
say i owe him nothing but loves me a lot,
i been
i been
i been
picking petals for loss,
saves me a lot,
but water will draught.

i been

man in the mirror

el domingo

prod. nour

[intro]
(breath)
am i the one for you?
five guys, who swear by some meat,
depends on which week, first job,
no slave labor it seems,
i handle receipts, two hundred dollars a week,
my hand in the seat, preaching money power to be
famous,
hate it,
baited,
no better the beef,
jaded,
faded,
hated,
you get why it seems,
so hard on yourself, but image recedes,
apparant that parent in me,
medical seams that i sew for veterans themes,
no better w tree, 
root cause psyches on the street,
coo when i write cause they cant get off of my meat,
offer to me,
a third of OZ,
sending back to AZ,
OX for dinner, we smoking on beats,
ask the question, am i the heat?
igniting the flame, but the gas just recded,
deleted,
beat it punk get off of my sheets,
then i create it, and hit resend to elites,
trynna sign a furry faggot,
no better to me-

determine my hate,
determine my love,
assess my heart,
pick apart my mind,
am i the one for you?
determine my hate,
determine my love,
assess my heart,
pick apart my mind,
am i the one for you?
-
am i the one for you?
-
am i the one for you?
determine my hate,
determine my love,
assess my heart,
pick apart my mind,
am i the one for you?
-
am i the one for you?
-
am i the one for you?

¿am i?

RECORD DEALS ARE SIGNING, NOT PAYING TO BE SIGNED. BE SMARTER.
cause & effect soon.

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