Nobody told me 
I’d have to get used to the bottom
Nobody told me
I’d have to clean my life out the dirt
If I made you cry
I didn’t meant to
I know what I should’ve done
But I just couldn’t be bothered

But now I want you
Jump up in the air and stay there
Do what you supposed to
You know that them niggas don’t play fair
Over there

Nobody told me
I’d have to be the one to say it
I know I’m always wrong in your eyes
I give you everything
Because I need to
Nobody told me a flower could die
If its been overwatered

Take it to the sky
Take it to the sky
Take it to the sky
Take it to the sky

But now I want you
Jump up in the air and stay there
Do what you supposed to
You know that them niggas don’t play fair
Over there

Nobody told me 
I’d have to get used to the bottom
Nobody told me
I’d have to clean my life out the dirt

Songwriter: Antonio Maclin Jr.
Producer: Peachcurls
Mix & Mastering: Spencer Martin

King Vitamin

I just spent the entire day Hidden in my room
Sitting behind a glass display Witnessing my doom
Will they take my life away I really don’t know
Is it worth living anyway
If I can’t handle the smoke
Until then I’m indoors Indoors
Indoors
Indoors
Indoors Indoors Indoors Indoors
A target to society
Tell me what’s the cure Agoraphobic anxiety
I can’t take no more
If they turn the lights out
What did you do
I need some answers right now Tell me, what’s your next move
Until then I’m indoors Indoors
Indoors
Indoors
Indoors Indoors Indoors Indoors

Indoors

I guess it’s okay to be caught out in the rain
I’d rather be somewhere instead of dead
Plant my feet in spite I took it on
Barely human remove the thorn
I move slowly when I ruminate these days
Tired bones that never sleep
I wish I had something to share
Without you, I’m incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete

I’m finna pull up with a van full of groupies
I do in real life what you see in the movies
Catch a weird vibe we gon slide I'm a fooly
Get up off my block, get off the block, ho
I’m finna pull up with a van full of clockers
I’m talking real dreads nappy head like a Rasta
You smell like catfish so I believe you an imposter
Get up off my block get off the block

You never know who a nigga really is 'til they get caught
How can you shoot when you don’t know how it feels to get shot
I’m tryna live, but I forgot
I want kids, but maybe not
I know I don’t want to do the same thing as my pops
At least I know I don’t wanna go out like he went out
Tubes from his mouth
Removed from his house
News been announced
Loose ends, accounts
Shit, then again, maybe I do
He was surrounded by love

Surrounded by love
Maybe I do, he was surrounded by love
Without you, I'm incomplete
Surrounded by love
Without you, I'm incomplete
Maybe I do he was surrounded by love
Without you, I'm incomplete
Surrounded by love
Without you, I'm incomplete
Surrounded by love
Without you I'm incomplete, I'm incomplete
Without you I'm incomplete
Surrounded by love

Incomplete

As we go through space and time
Niggas gonna change
Niggas gonna change
As we go through space and time
Niggas gonna change
Niggas gonna change

Black man, black man
Gon’ grow your hair out
Let your skin glow
Throw your hood up
Rep your kinfolk
This why we sinful
How long you in fo’?
What was your where’bouts
Who did them dentals they be singin’ ‘bout on instrumentals?
When did you get those?
These the same niggas that put me on to how to pimp hoes
Exaggeration, but barely
Rarely do I remember 
My motivations 
It’s scary as the day before November  

As we go through space and time
Niggas gonna change
Niggas gonna change
As we go through space and time
Niggas gonna change
Niggas gonna change

I can't go nowhere without my cup
Gotcho pay stub rolled in this blunt
Please don't hate, we make you day less fun
You don-

(Turn that goddamn music down! Damn!)

What was I thinking?
Feelin' like I couldn't be the real me
I was duckin', I was runnin', I was hiding
Didn't want them to see me, I was changing

As we go through space and time
Niggas gonna change
Niggas gonna change
As we go through space and time
Niggas gonna change
Niggas gonna change
As we go through space and time
Niggas gonna change
(I cannot stay this way)
Niggas gonna change
(I cannot stay the same) 
As we go through space and time
Niggas gonna change
Niggas gonna change

Constant Pay Stub (feat. Sandu Ndu & Tezo)

Bus Stop (feat. Smith Taylor)

I spit better than any Nigga you ever seen spit that shit
I get money better than any nigga you ever seen get that shit
I hit it better than any nigga you ever seen hit that bitch
My shit so big it broke her phone she tryna screenshot the dick
Nigga gon’ run a screen, nigga gon’ set a pick
Bitch, I’m Anna Greene. If I send it he gone get hit
I done flipped a switch. Turn me up, nigga, we lit
Smoked a buncha weed, but ain’t no black shit on my lip
I’ma be indisposed so do not hit me on my flip phone
My bitch got pretty toes, I don’t like feet, but that’s just nice to know
They might bite the flow, but I don’t trip, I’ll just write some more
We fuck to Netflix but I made it quick because I liked the show
I’m the type to make a nigga sick and then wipe his nose
You the type to *censored*, but I be wifing hoes
The say they like my clothes, dickies and white shirt, 
Polo socks, Nike shoes, too clean, not a speck of dirt
I’m heem, bitch, respect the verse
You said it too, I said it first
Nananabooboo the truth must gotcho feelings hurt
You might’ve got on before me but that mean you gon’ hitcho ceiling first 
Because you inauthentic and I’m the realest and we tend to surface, bitch

Fuckin’ up lace fronts, I’ll let her weave and bob on it
I’m gettin’ polished, she just put a lil mo’ slob on it
Yo shit ain’t timeless, you should spend a lil mo’ time on it
But if we honest, It still ain’t shit unless I’m on it
Let’s get it right
I’m like Mike, but on fight night
Grand rising lil rap nigga
This biscuit make ‘em go nigh-night
Write about my life these other rappers’ shit is so lifelike
They tend to get a look but never really ever get a right swipe
These rappers giving me props
Free beats, I think not
Nananabooboo, I sold the beat to yo opps
Two thing that I love; busting checks, busting chops
Two thing I can’t fuck with; my ex, or the cops
Spot me in the paint
That’s money in the bI spit better than any Nigga you ever seen spit that shit
I get money better than any nigga you ever seen get that shit
I hit it better than any nigga you ever seen hit that bitch
My shit so big it broke her phone she tryna screenshot the dick
Nigga gon’ run a screen, nigga gon’ set a pick
Bitch, I’m Anna Greene. If I send it he gone get hit
I done flipped a switch. Turn me up, nigga, we lit
Smoked a buncha weed, but ain’t no black shit on my lip
I’ma be indisposed so do not hit me on my flip phone
My bitch got pretty toes, I don’t like feet, but that’s just nice to know
They might bite the flow, but I don’t trip, I’ll just write some more
We fuck to Netflix but I made it quick because I liked the show
I’m the type to make a nigga sick and then wipe his nose
You the type to *censored*, but I be wifing hoes
The say they like my clothes, dickies and white shirt, 
Polo socks, Nike shoes, too clean, not a speck of dirt
I’m heem, bitch, respect the verse
You said it too, I said it first
Nananabooboo the truth must gotcho feelings hurt
You might’ve got on before me but that mean you gon’ hitcho ceiling first 
Because you inauthentic and I’m the realest and we tend to surface, bitch

Fuckin’ up lace fronts, I’ll let her weave and bob on it
I’m gettin’ polished, she just put a lil mo’ slob on it
Yo shit ain’t timeless, you should spend a lil mo’ time on it
But if we honest, It still ain’t shit unless I’m on it
Let’s get it right
I’m like Mike, but on fight night
Grand rising lil rap nigga
This biscuit make ‘em go nigh-night
Write about my life these other rappers’ shit is so lifelike
They tend to get a look but never really ever get a right swipe
These rappers giving me props
Free beats, I think not
Nananabooboo, I sold the beat to yo opps
Two thing that I love; busting checks, busting chops
Two thing I can’t fuck with; my ex, or the cops
Spot me in the paint
That’s money in the bank
Johnny roll a woody look like Johnny with the plank
Keep a thick bitch that like to lie about her weight
Cupid shot me with a blank
I be lying to her face

Nananabooboo (feat. Blokhead Johnny)

It's Anna Greene you know what it is
All the hoes call me Peach, that's just how I live
Beats by Cap, don't it slap? I know you hear this shit
Might click on you for no reason I'm inconsiderate
Ingnant, think twice before you get indignant
I seem cool but got a short fuse, just ask my bitch and them
Word around town that my dick taste like ribs
I know you heard I fucked to baby mama to Dr. Phil
Keep it real, you like my style don't even fake the deal
You can have this one I got so many I give 'em away for thrills, nigga

Let drums rock, let the drums rock (yeah)
Let drums rock, let the drums rock (yeah)
(ay, ay, like)

Uh, I'm doing so well
Pockets got a yeast infection, I know how that dough smell
Yo favorite movie Stuart Little that's how I know you gon' tell
Go monkey in the function like I'm Dunston in a hotel
"But Peachcurls Dunston was a ape!" why you hating bruh?
Just admit it, this beat steak and I ate it up.
Get her digits, never text back. Man, I play too much
I need a break but for a living, I do vacation stuff
"Ain't it tough?" Don't eem answer that
Pull a nigga card make him fold like his hand was wack
Move around, you niggas too tough let's bring dancing back
Put that damn cigarette out that shit cancerous
Plus that bitch throwing off the notes of my fragrances
And I'd hate to see yo ass get embarrassed on some flagrant shit
Tryna mack to a bitch and you stank & shit
(Tryna mack to a bitch and you stank & shit)
But back to me though
Don't do shit for free no mo'
It cost a fee to see me anywhere you see folks
I'll invoice you if I run into you at the grocery sto'
If you broke and I'm in town, walk around me with yo eyes closed
I'm so motherfucking raw I make niggas sick
I got so many hoes I don't need to take a nigga bitch
Treat 'em with respect they get to tellin all they secrets
They say that I'm up next I guess they gotta check the sequence, nigga

(yeah) Let drums rock, let the drums rock
(ay, ay, yeah)
Let drums rock, let the drums rock
(ay, shout out, shout out, shout out, nigga shout out me, nigga, fuck you talmbout)
Let drums rock, let the drums rock
credits
released May 20, 2020 
Songwriter(s): Antonio Maclin Jr.
Producer(s): MSW
Mix & Mastering Engineer: Antonio Maclin Jr.
Artwork: Lauren Maclin & Peachcurls

Put That Damn Cigarette Out

wonder what's all the commotion 
You alive and breathing whatchu crying for 
I'm the one that put sixteen hours in overtime 
With you in mind 
If you wanna get over 
Never mind, listen 
Me and my schemes bound to get a nigga rich 
Lesson in a blessing Felons reconcile with they differences 
Better know that you will never want for nothing 
I need every red cent 
While I'm incarcerated pick up the family business 
Boy, you need to get up on yo shit 

Don't you love yo mama 
Then tell me 
Yo daddy got them drugs 
He can sell me 
I know you don't want to work no job 
But you gotta put in them hours, baby 
To become a flower, baby 
You can't be serious 
Quit wasting time 
You can't be serious 
Boy, you done lost your mind 
Boy, you done lost your mind 

Why the fuck you think I'm on the road looking for it 
Like put the cinder block on the gas pedal 
Metal to the forehead 
Can't knock a lens off a DSLR looking for the focus 
But I bet I find my way back to the promise land 
Homie too ferocious 
As I look around, I see my posse holding me down 
As I whip the potion 
Then I cock it back, I cock it back 
And swing full speed 
Hit 'em with some mo' shit 
Ever since a fetus we been on the road 
Meaning us barbarians 
Don't carry guns 
Pardon if we don't indulge 
Hold your horses 
Mr. Ed said, "Don't put that cart in front of me!" 
Devil player hating on the side line 
Talmbout "It's gon' take long, if you don't choose to run with me!" 

Don't you love yo mama 
Then tell me 
Yo daddy got them drugs 
He can sell me 
I know you don't want to work no job 
But you gotta put in them hours, baby 
To become a flower, baby 
You can't be serious 
Quit wasting time 
You can't be serious 
Boy, you done lost your mind 
Boy, you done lost your mind

Eat Responsibly (feat. Tae Miles, Jessica Yafanaro, & Billie Mitchell)

Time heals all your wounds, now
You feel it's all the same, baby

The memories, they haunt me still
The memories, I've had my fill
You're drowning me in the heat of your still
The memories, I've had my fill, and they

Won't let you down
Won't let you down

Time heals all your wounds, now
Move, love, it's all the same, baby
And my head's in the sky, but my feet just wanna touch the ground
I found you in the corner of the room with my heart, baby

The memories, they haunt me still
The memories, I've had my fill
You're drowning me in the heat of your still
The memories, I've had my fill, and they

Won't let you down
Won't let you down

Do you know what you're doing to me
Is it true what you're doing to me
Is it gon' take the lies from me
Take your eyes from me

What would you do, if I don't think about you
Would you tell me how you feel, if my love was for real 
What would you do, if I don't think about you
Would you tell me how you feel, if my love was for real 
What would you do
What would you do
What would you do
What would you do
It's all the same
It's all the same 

Written by: Peachcurls & Jessica Yafanaro
Produced by: Peachcurls
Performed by: Peachcurls & Jessica Yafanaro
Recorded by: Peachcurls
Mixed by: Jim Stewart

Memories (feat. Jessica Yafanaro)

Drag my name through the dirt
They tried to warn me where not to stay
I can smell that pussy from a mile away
A self fulfilling prophecy
She said that shit, but not to me
Screaming in her face
And all these people wanna stop and see
I gotta to get it off my chest right now
I wantchu but I’m not at my best right now
She wanna clean it up 
But she got her own mess right now
Should pray to God 
But I don’t feel too blessed right now.
I’m on my own and I been dealing with it
Bitch, don’t call my phone with all that silly shit
I guess I got some shit to say, but you don’t really listen
I’m smoking weed to ease the pain
Cuz I can’t really use my brain for anything 
Other than scheming for the money and the power
I can’t believe that we been at this for 3 hours
I keep ending up in this place
I don’t know how
But we gon’ fight
Then we gon fuck
And then I’m out
Cuz I think I’m holding you back
And you know you keep stacking
Shit on top of shit 
Got me controlled from front to back
Sorry, but you treat me like I don’t know you exactly
I don’t trust nobody I thought you was tryna trap me
You sacred, but I keep asking 
“What should I do?”
Tell me, “Grow up!” but I got little niggas older than you
You don’t really want me and you should’ve told me truth
You just like to fuck
I guess I should’ve known, but it’s cool
Glutton for pain and misery
I don’t even know if she remember me
Replaying every single night, I see it vividly
Wish I could take it back, I treated you so viciously
Was moving fast, I was living what was in my dreams
When you talk about your past hope you don’t mention me
How you gon’ talk about your past and then not mention me
I don’t believe that anything is meant to be

I just took my time
I just took my time
I just took my time

Going behind my back about me
I just took my time
You don’t care what happens ‘bout me
So I just took my time
You gon’ be happy without me
So I just took my time
You gon’ be happy without me
So I just took my time

Missing Piece

I stuff a 8th of gas in doink
I don't cuff no ass. What's the point
I swung on Euclid Ave with my diddy bop
The way my trunk blast made her titties drop
Nigga do the math
I brought the city out
Nigga why you mad
Whatchu shitty  bout?
I swung on Euclid Ave to pickup Kipp Stone
I been working, birdies chirping like a flip phone
I got the recipe
Why you keep plexin
These bitches keep texting me
Hold up lil baby, I can't even lie, I'm feeling her sexually
Shit I'm feeling myself
I'm stacking my wealth
And they ask what I got in my bag
A pistol, some candy, a drum machine, and a whole nother zip of the gas
Niggas put money over God
I put myself over that
They pretend they want the problems
Don't get killed over rap

Now you can end up dead or you can end up broke
When you come from where I'm from that's just the way it go
If heard his ass correct that mean he want the smoke
Shooters hitcho ass and laugh like it's a fucking joke
Ay, Now you can end up dead or you can end up broke
When you come from where I'm from that's just the way it go
If heard his ass correct that mean he want the smoke
Shooters hitcho ass and laugh like it's a fucking joke
A fucking joke, ay 

Mama told me to pray to Jesus
That nigga never answered back so I don't believe him
You can die for anything when you live in Cleveland
I look like a lick, yeah, but looks can be deceiving
I be getting high cuz I don't wanna feel shit
This can turn from a party to a slaughter real quick
She keep that thang like water and the yams is real thick
I'm going crazy, out my mind I ain't got no damn sense
I pull up on yo block disrespectful
I don't stay at my mama crib 
That's just where they send them checks to. 
Choppa hitcho nigga and the one he standing next to
My money so flexible
Rolling up them vegetables

Now you can end up dead or you can end up broke
When you come from where I'm from that's just the way it go
If heard his ass correct that mean he want the smoke
Shooters hitcho ass and laugh like it's a fucking joke
Ay, Now you can end up dead or you can end up broke
When you come from where I'm from that's just the way it go
If heard his ass correct that mean he want the smoke
Shooters hitcho ass and laugh like it's a fucking joke, ay

Anthem

Send Nudes (Freestyle)

Check Up, Now

She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
The only house the block done paid for

My speakers, my weed, and my chain loud
No speeding, I creep when I came down
We get active in the same town
She threw it back with her face down
I make m’s like 8 Mile
In the steakhouse with the same style
I be all over The States now
And your main girl is my playground
Hold up, wait, please don’t step on the exclusive sneaks
I don’t know if you see, but these bitches 250-a-piece
Me and all my dawgs eating off the streets, please believe
We don’t fuck with y’all. You got a disease, make me sneeze
Hold up, wait, fall back
Yeah, you ain’t with that
It’s Lil Mac, and I keep the strap with extra on my back
In the trap, gotta make it hap’
Girl, could you perhaps make it clap?
Yeah, make it clap. You know where it's at

She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
The only house the block done paid for

She gon' do it for a bankroll
(She gon' do it for a bankroll)
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
(She gon' do it 'cause the tank low)
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
('Cause I say so)
The only house the block done paid for

That shit ain’t this, bitch I’m telling you
I’m smoking one check the schedule
How am I so far ahead of you?
You a thug, but ain’t nobody scared of you
Please do not buy what they selling you
Fuck with me, and I’ll make you a better you
She wanna fuck, but some head’ll do
Sent her home then she crawled into bed with you

Bet 5 that if you stay here
You gon’ turn into somebody like me
How come every time you leave the city you go broke?
My nigga, how could that be?
(Mmm)

She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
The only house the block done paid for

She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
The only house the block done paid for

Paid For

Soak your feet
In apple cider vinegar
You smell like outdoors
I been out my senses now
I've been fighting these wars
I'm tryna live, but I ain't got the time on my hands
I'm tryna live, but I ain't got the time on my hands

I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume

Coat your throat
In chamomille and honey, child
You been screaming too loud
The street lights are coming on
And you're still my child
I'm tryna live, but I ain't got the time on my hands
I'm tryna live, but I ain't got the time on my hands

I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume

Ay, enough of the sad song
I used to wait for the day life brought my dad home
His number change ev'ry week
Can't call my dad phone
I'm stuck with two left feet
Can't make a dance song
Be careful of false idols
Weed and grinder next to The Bible
She is not mindful
Need to find her 'fa she get lied to
Ay, I bet the head was good as fuck though
Fuck what I'm sayin' g'on try ya luck, bro
That other tone be cutthroat
So make sure you buckle up though 

I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume
I still wear your perfume

Perfume

(Yeah, Yeah, I can do it again)

You was hoping I would call you
I was hoping you’d forget
Hideaway because I always
Do something I regret
I found myself in your living room
I used your help and we got consumed

New, new life on the other side
You told me you were down to ride

I don’t wanna go home
You've got everything for me, all I could ever need
(Go Home, Go Home, Go)
I don’t wanna go home
There’s nobody at all to catch me when I fall, to catch me when I fall
(Go Home, Go Home, Go Home)

I never forget a face
Don’t write down things you mean to say all alone

New, new life on the other side
You told me you was down to ride

I don’t wanna go home
You've got everything for me, all I could ever need
(Go Home, Go Home, Go)
I don’t wanna go home
There’s nobody at all to catch me when I fall, to catch me when I fall
(Go Home, Go Home, Go)

(No, I don't wanna go home)
(No, No)

Go home, wanna go home
(Go Home)
Go home, wanna go home
(Go Home)
Go home, wanna go home
Go home, wanna go home
Go home, wanna go home
Go home, wanna go home
Go home, wanna go home
Go home

Go Home

Nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please

I cannot be seen. I’m invisible
Why you handcuffing? She can make her own decisions
If she say that she a Christian
Top me up to a religious movie
Front ways back ways bring me back all my residuals
Peachcurls and Zoë got the party going digital
She seen me hit my Porky asked what I was finna get into
I came in the game
I can sang
I make bangers
I ain’t never been no lame
Yo baby mama go insane
I might candy paint the frame
And pop trunk on the stock exchange
It’s young Peach you know my name
Pull out my meat she nearly fainted 
My bitch hit my FaceTime
She want the truth but she can’t take it
We fight like it’s Baby Boy
Now where them tacos you was making

Nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please

Don’t go sleeping on heem
Do it by myself I got the glow I got the gleam
Damn the beat hard it was made by Anna Greene
Fucked her and I made her slab she talmbout “When you get so mean!?”
Yes sir, if you forgot how I was coming here go a refresher
Full-time real nigga, part-time bad texter
Couple white girls bodies just like Fran Drescher
You got beef with us cuz yo bitch wanna sleep with us
I’m so heavy screens fall to Belly
She think I don’t wash up because this pack I got is smelly
Blunt loud like it’s got something it’s tryna tell me

Nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please

Please

White people talk a lot of shit cuz they wanna be heard
Black people, “Fuck all that talking. Nigga, Let’s work”
I quit my job and started rapping. It was less work
I started running and quit smoking cuz my chest hurt 

If I tell you I bet not see you, and I don’t see you, you a ho
If I tell you I bet not see you, and I see you, I don’t know
I might be on some bullshit or I might let that shit go
You ain’t gotta speculate whether or not I’m crazy cuz I’ma show you
How you gon’ say you scared of what I’m gon’ do but you ain’t scared of me
I went to school. That don’t make sense. Please make that clear to me
You say I ain’t a real nigga, then that’s heresy
I don’t lose my temper. If I flip, I do it carefully
I remember I ain’t have enough food to fill up a dinner plate
Being broke gave me bad posture, I can’t sit up straight
My niggas savages, they hungry, they ain’t finna wait
Was thirteen pushing whips across the interstate

White people talk a lot of shit cuz they wanna be heard
Black people, “Fuck all that talking. Nigga, Let’s work”
I quit my job and started rapping. It was less work
I started running and quit smoking cuz my chest hurted 
White people talk a lot of shit cuz they wanna be heard
Black people, “Fuck all that talking. Nigga, Let’s work”
I quit my job and started rapping. It was less work
I started running and quit smoking cuz my chest hurted 

(Ay) Fuck a beat. How you beat a case
You would think I’m a bad bitch the way I beat a face
Call my side bitch, my main bitch told me that she need some space
I’m nonviolent, but fuck with me, then that’s DOA
Got niggas scared to leave they house. Man, you’ll be okay
If I wanted beef, then I’ll just find out where your people stay
I’m cooling, I might fuck around and make a beat today
I said I’ma hit my side bitch, she gon’ let me beat today
See, complications make you look at shit differently
If a nigga talking shit, he talking shit, he ain’t did shit to me
Got a keen sense of smell and y’all smell like bitch to me
Fuck everybody, I’m a villain, I guess its meant to be
Without me, then your story wouldn’t be interesting
Kill the bad guy, your movie’s boring nigga, instantly

White people talk a lot of shit cuz they wanna be heard
Black people, “Fuck all that talking. Nigga, Let’s work”
I quit my job and started rapping. It was less work
I started running and quit smoking cuz my chest hurted
White people talk a lot of shit cuz they wanna be heard
Black people, “Fuck all that talking. Nigga, Let’s work”
I quit my job and started rapping. It was less work
I started running and quit smoking cuz my chest hurted (bitch)

Cultural Differences

Another lesson learned, a bridge burned
Now the waves are rolling in
I wanted you, needed you to understand
My life's in the palm of your hands
You loved me with your hand held out
Borrowed every part of me
You don't think I remember the way we came to meet
Somehow you still occupy my dreams

Won't you take a ride with me to my meadow
Won't you come and fly with me to higher ground
Won't you take a ride with me to my meadow
Won't you come and fly with me to higher ground

Won't you take a ride with me to my meadow
Won't you come and fly with me to higher ground
Won't you take a ride with me to my meadow
Won't you come and fly with me to higher ground

Meadow

Guess I'm never satisfied
That's why I moved away
No freedom, I am trapped inside
Because I need the pay
I don't look in the mirror
Cuz I don't like what I see
Thought I was scared of the unknown
But I'm afraid of me

But I get that, I get that, I get that (money)
So fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (cash)
Make it back, make it back, make it back (money)
Pour some of that other stuff in your cup (drank)
My mama don't know what to say
I know that I'm stuck in a dangerous place

Sometimes I hurt myself to see if I can feel anything
Sometimes I get so high I don't think I can feel anything
Maybe I should call off work today
I hate this fucking job anyway

Sometimes I hurt myself
Sometimes I get so high
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I think that I can fly
I broke a vow today
And I wanna make it right
I'd lock my mouth away
So I can't tell no lies

I believe we can grow
That's the notion I live by to purify my soul
I hope I make it back to find a place that we can go
I'll be right here if you ever need somebody to control

Sometimes I hurt myself to see if I can feel anything
Sometimes I get so high I don't think I can feel anything
Maybe I should call off work today
I hate this fucking job anyway

Uneven

I know
I know
I know (ay)

I know you ain't gon' be here to stay
I'll see you some other time
And I know I don't listen to a word you say
Why must all this pain be so sublime

(I know) Say you down, we gon' see
If it's left up to me
You won't pick up the phone (I know)
But I'm gon' need my belongings
Say you down, we gon' see (I know)
If it's left up to me
You won't pick up the phone
But I'm gon need my belongings (I know)
Say you down, we gon' see
If it's left up to (hey)

I see you sweating through your durag
It's too crowded, nigga. Move back
Don't want me reaching where my tool at (You sweating through now)

I ain't that grown
The day been long
You already ate at home
So take this bone
Suck in, tummy gone
What we on strong
That homegrown had us both blown
4-5 to a nigga dome
Kicked out your space
I gotta phone home
My shit ain't on
Ain't got no home phone

(Like, is the beat gon' switch up or naw, cuz)

It's finna catch up to my karma late night
I fuck with you extra slight
You looking extra right
You gon' succumb to vice
You got a appetite
You going out tonight
Gotta get active like whoa
Shake that ass to the beat
This might last us a week
Would move faster, but we
Both ain't had enough sleep
Fuck it, pass me the weed you

(I know) Say you down, we gon' see
If it's left up to me
You won't pick up the phone (I know)
But I'm gon' need my belongings
Say you down, we gon' see (I know)
If it's left up to me
You won't pick up the phone
But I'm gon need my belongings (I know)
Say you down, we gon' see
If it's left up to (hey)

I see you sweating through your durag
It's too crowded, nigga. Move back
Don't want me reaching where my tool at
(You sweating through now)
I see you sweating through your durag
It's too crowded, nigga. Move back
Don't want me reaching where my tool at (You sweating through now)

Organ Failure

I'm a different type of nigga, ain't it
No discussion, no debating
Who you know can fade me
Nose dived in the game
Changed the way my days go
And then I made some paper
I was fucked up too
So I believe in you
All I had to do 
Was stop watching other people's moves
You on instagram watching other niggas in the stu'
Yeen got shit to do
Don't you make music too
See I'm the plug for all the j's like good crack
It's not for love
Bitch, I got paid and never looked back
But look at you and look at me
Look what life done took from me
So don't hit my line
Unless you finna pay a booking fee
I'm so left-of-center that my clothes be fitting crookedly
Angel to a sinner turn her pussy open book 
And she want me to read in it sustained
Tucked off so every time they see me they be like
"Oh my goodness! How come when this nigga pull up he on some hood shit?"
Pistol on my lap and its a wood grip
You smoking on a Black and it's a wood tip
Ugh, Bitch
I just upgraded my phone
Who is this
Its in my veins
I gotta run it up and do it quick
I go through tribulations alone
And learn the truest shit
We ain't the same
I'm huge, grandiose, super big

Bitch, I'm super big
We ain't the same
I'm huge, grandiose, super big
Bitch, I'm super big

Okay, immaculate conception 
No one fathered my style
Bitches call me daddy
Never fathered a child
Never skipping leg day
Hoe, I been jogging for miles
I'm on this paper chase
So fuck what niggas talking about
Cuz I be feeling like
Fuck is niggas feeling like
If I ain't doing anything fulfilling
I ain't feeling right
Can't pay too much attention 
To the way these niggas
Like I get that it's a system, mental prison
But who really in control on how you live yo life
Rappers getting chicken off of snitching
Really got you mad as Bill O'Reilly
How get outcho feelings
All this watching niggas getting hot and shit ain't stopping anybody
It's idiotic letting that type of energy in yo body
That's why I need some room
I need my space
I fuck a bitch and then I run outta sage to burn in my place
See I done took it slow
Learned to smell the roses
Took a look at my reflection 
Then I found that thing that everybody looking for
I'm witnessing Jehovah can you feel me knocking
Well let me in
I know the fighting champ ain't really shit unless he win
So what the fuck I look like ever walking out the gym
Whoever I'ma be in like 20 rotations I'm only looking up to him
I hope its time well spent
Bitch, I be feeling super big
Wakko

Bitch, I'm super big
We ain't the same
I'm huge, grandiose, super big
Bitch, I'm super big

Super Big (feat. Blokhead Johnny)

Baby, I'm the man, hoe
Fuck what you stand fo'
I ain't never damn told
These niggas singing like Vandross
Remember I was damn po'
Used to sleep on the damn flo'
Now this damn flow
Got yo bitch all on the dance flo'
Yellow bitch looking like Tweety
She keep me baked like a ziti
We chain-smoke like an addiction meeting
My brain broke, my attention depleting
Know a nigga mad I made it
Mad cuz a nigga creative
Know I gotta keep the .380
But I can't aim it
Because a nigga faded (yeah)

Hopped out the womb
Roll it up, weed I'm gon' consume
I do what it do
I'm Anna Greene, tell me, who are you
I hopped out the womb
Her booty bouncing when she heard my tunes
I do what it do
Swimming in that coochie like a pool

Outta my way
I done smoked outta my face
This was a mistake
Make something shake
Cuz y'all niggas jake
Doing it like this since '08, yeah
Nigga ain't gaining no weight, yeah
Alone like masturbation
Tell me why these niggas be hatin'
Roll up green
So obscene
I serve up peen
You know I'm heem
I glow and gleam
You blowing steam
Manolo tings
Why she on team
Niggas talk a lot but we gon' see
Money gimme big head: Chico Bean
Why you looking at me with mug on mean
My niggas stomp you out then reconvene

Hopped out the womb
Roll it up, weed I'm gon' consume
I do what it do
I'm Anna Greene, tell me, who are you
I hopped out the womb
Her booty bouncing when she heard my tunes
I do what it do
Swimming in that coochie like a pool
(Splash)
(Splash)
(Spalsh)
(Splash)
(Splash)

Hopped Out

I can't write about myself in the third person and feel genuine. This is the internet, and ain't no rules so it's first-person. 

I'm Peachcurls from Cleveland, OH. It's Eastside. I make music off the MacBook Pro. Speaking of technology, I wanna give a big shoutout to computers for making all this possible. I used to be in a band called Thaddeus Anna Greene(available on all streaming platforms).

Peachcurls

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