Lyrics:

I don’t like how you judge me,
And I know lotta y’all wanna kill me,
That’s good if you think I need a therapy,
You better wake up cause y’all need an epiphany,
The most creative nightmare to society,
Coming from a renegade who got no identity,
Genuinely wise, my name is my dignity,
God’s where I come from, fuck the majority.

I don’t get it, everybody submitted to slavery,
Terrorism and punishment to fresh creativity,
Religious traditions killing enlightened mentalities,
Now what the fuck am I doing in this fuckery,

 
Put your lighters in the air, if you ever been depressed,
Wanna talk about it but you scared cause it’s forbidden to express,
DAMN! And you ask why I’m pissed?

I’m trapped in my emotions and deep thoughts,
I’m drowned in my psyche, deeper than the real world,
Wearing black clothes, mysterious boy who sits alone,
Wearing headphones, a dude that nobody knows,
Kind soul with a sugar mouth and sweet words,
Stands for the truth, like a lion’s deep roar,
Y’all insecure, tryna’ drag me to small talk,
Judging and acting like something is wrong,
Fighting me, cause what I do is bold,
Whether it’s my art or the healing herbs in the bong,
Y’all fucked, bothered that I’m unlocked, because
Y’all used to kill what remains newborn.




I’ma go crazy in the music and films I’m making,
Society’s scared, I’m going against its faith and,
Uniting with God, seems like El versus Satan,
A walking star, the upcoming hit single,
By the pen I write, I want people’s minds to start ringing,
All the sad children to cry hard like they’re singing,
and all little queens to dance on the faces of haters,
Fuck the rules and them social standards,


Anti-social depressed introvert,
But a dream chaser when I’m by myself,
Cause i got trust issues to who got my vibes killed,
Fuck what you’re thinking, the opposite is thrilled,


You bullied me in school, your judgements ain’t true,
You lied to my childhood, why would I believe you,
You fucked my dreams-loop, now I wanna fuck you,
And dream forever, the loop’s infinite, it broke you fool.

Mad Artists (Prod. El Hugo)

Lyrics:

My accountant friend told me he was just like me,
Passionate, ambitious, a boy of big dreams.
But then he grew up and fitted in to reality,
A single fat man working 925, my definition of fuckery.

Rest in peace Omar… The man died,
Just because we don’t share the same life,
It doesn’t mean I’m safe nor I am right,
My suicidal thoughts keep provin’ I’m not fly...

I got disorders in my personality,
My calm is but a depressive sanity,
I am my childhood’s living tragedy,
A living fear of what was scaring me.


I pray God I don’t wanna be like these adults,
Who advise me to give up like nothing works,
I pray God I don’t wanna be like these adults,
Who never strive to love their daughters and sons...

I love myself, I thank myself, I picked up myself,
Yeah I’m stressed, sometimes I get depressed,
But I never stop working for I believe in myself,
Loyal to my soul that keeps me a dreaming kid,

Fuck these stupid fake beautiful girls,
Who made me hopeless to find an intelligent mate,
Fuck people’s silly ignorant traits,
Who made me hopeless make a team and a fan base.


What’s next? Another song on being depressed?
Or blame the world for my difference and loneliness?
That shit won’t fix nothing until I deal with it!
Love doesn’t exist in my world and I’m responsible to keep building it,
Though I’m alive only in El Hugo World where expressing myself is spirited...

I’ve failed myself and forgot about the track,
Blamed depression man it went too hard,
Now I have the vision to be get my own back,
Motivated and driven to live the life I want,

I’m 19 years old yes I’m thinking about the gold,
But my biggest goal is a loving soulmate to hold,
It’s a lonely road, especially when I’m bold,
The moment I lose hope I trigger suicidal thoughts

And after suicidal thoughts, I become powerful and strong,
I drop everything I don’t love letting freedom unfold,
Bigger balls to tell the world to fuck off,
Cause I need peace for my music to cure my soul.


Word to self, man yeah it’s clear they don’t accept you,
But they ain’t real or loving man they don’t deserve you,
Only unicorns who got nothing to do with their lives judge you,
So why give a fuck? When you were alone and they were not with you!

I’m telling stories for myself poured to the other kids,
Who grew up poor and outcasted from where they live in,
Who hustle and sold their social life not knowing if it's worth it,
Afraid to die alone with the success they’re making…

It’s uncertain what we’re doin’ but we are paving,
A way not to let death become a second option,
Stay true to yourself the whole world damns changing,
To the robotic template, it’s natural to keep resiting.

One day, at 4:20AM, we’ll go to our mansion's roof,
Make green tea, talk deep, and roll what we endured,
Twp blunts with high THC, lip to lip, foot to foot,
Hugging each other living the dream we worked hard for.

Band-Aid for Dreams (Prod. El Hugo)

Everything I create is based on a true story.

Osama Al-Hasan

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