Ready Up

Weather's shitty can we stay in do whatever
If you listen to me float up with no feathers
Its all fine girl
We still gon make it to heaven
All mine girl
Aint no other bitch catchin'
I can't even front I love the  look of your perplexion 
make up an excuse for why I will not make acceptions
All you other bitches keep your hands away don't step in 
I keep my thoughts muted so there ain't no second guessing

Downtown i ain't talkin Chicago
We all just some Mainers making music here's the motto
All of us direct our path like damn I am Dirigo
I don't speak no Latin just happens to be our lingo
I might not be CDot but courteau just lettin' things go
I eat El Agaves don't want one plate I need cinco
people call me Suave cause i smell great I don't stink no
homie line up 4 across so we screamin' out bingo

🎶

(Taylor 'bout to fuckin' flex!
Taylor 'bout to fuckin' flex!)

I miss my family
I worry too much can we
Stop hurting our souls
Addiction getting old
Like
I'm dropping her panties
When I get to dancing
Girl I aint no reindeer
But you got me prancing
Surround me in love
We don't need no club
Don't even drink much
Why even get fucked up

Weather's shitty can we stay in do whatever
If you listen to me float up with no feathers
Its all fine girl
We still gon make it to heaven
All mine girl
Aint no other bitch catchin'
I can't even front I love the  look of your perplexion 
make up an excuse for why I will not make acceptions
All you other bitches keep your hands away don't step in 
I keep my thoughts muted so there ain't no second guessing

🎶

Second Guessing

Second Guessin' (Prod.YoungTaylor)

kill again

writing & production: Jane Remover
additional guitar & bass: Douglas Dulgarian
mixing: Kayla Reagan
mastering: Hector Vega
cover art: Brendon Burton

Census Designated

Backseat Girl

OTW 2 THA MEET

HYPNOTIC DATA By Odetari (SUPER SLOWED)

I LUv My CLiQuE LiKe KaNyE WeSt

I LUv My CLiQuE LiKe KaNyE WeSt  (Prod.Cudda)

FIJI24OREIGN - No More (Prod MXV)

Venne743.wav

lyrics:
i gotta plug the keyboard in
yup
this is the adlibs
ayy, ayy‚ yuh nigga
you ain't know shit
my rap name is lil darkie
this beat is produced by lil cubensis
be very quiet‚ my parents are sleeping in the adjacent room

shhhh!
my mom and dad are sleeping
through the corridors i'm creeping
just to get me some juice
tie my bedpost like a noose so i can get out of my window
now my dad has some security‚ the beeping will let him know that i'm tryna hang with friends, though
smoking hella Indo, take a silent bong rip
i hope you can hear the smoke on my lip‚ bitch
i am just a bit rich, i have a thick bitch
sittin' on my dick tip, i'm indian so it fit

hey! shut the fuck up! it's two in the fucking morning i gotta get up at 5 am to work!
i'm sorry
go the fuck to bed!
i'm sorry
son of a bitch
the adlibs are back now
yeah

fuck my dad‚ my dad is a bitch, he's a snitch
probably gon' go tell my mom to take the whole nintendo switch from me (uh)
i'll drown him in listerine that he makes me use even though it hurts (uh)
my dad is the worst, it's a curse (uh)
i'ma go and take some gum out mama purse
because i bet she got some gum inside her purse
i'm the first person to think of that
where my daddy's drinks is at? i know this nigga ain't that smart
the fuck this nigga's drinks is at?
if i was him and he was me the fuck i'd think i'd think they at?
underneath the sink i'd check

ooh, momma got a vibrator? what the fuck? dad, what the fuck is this shit nigga?
hey shut the fuck up!
i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm fucking sorry
i'ma go to sleep now
sike nigga!

myparentsaresleepinginthenextroomandidontwantowakethemup (prod. cubensis)

Courteau was deeply fixated on his love, almost obsessed to the point of losing himself. His intense feelings led him into a kind of manic state, where pain and sorrow began to chip away at the good part of who he was.

His overwhelming love plunged him into unending sorrow, even within the church's hallowed halls. Despite seeking solace in the sacred space, panic and confusion consumed him, leaving him lost and tormented by relentless pain.

Engulfed by the suffocating grip of the solid grey world, Courteau crumbled beneath its weight. The monotonous landscape pressed down on him relentlessly, shattering his spirit like fragile glass, revealing the fractured remnants of his soul torn apart by unyielding despair.

email : courteaulittlefield@gmail.com
snapchat : justin_littlefi
insta: off.courteau

shout out Ashton Thomas

Second Guessin' (Prod.YoungTaylor)

courteau

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