Pray 4 My Hat

Cabin Fever (Full Version) (Prod. GOOD DRIVER)

Hyperbolic (Prod. BeFranky & Zionkat)

Coffee Eyes

song with my sister Clover Rigsby singing the chorus!

LYRICS:

I'm about to preach lay back and take a sit
Here's where i'm taking it; people that be faking shit
Fond memories will make you miss everything good so
You hold on tight like a paper clip
People play you like a laser flip
If you seep Down to their level then
You're bound to soon pay for it
And they'll say that you're their favorite
All of it is lies just trust me and wait for it
(nah that makes me sick)
I been through it
I thought that I was flowing steady like I was a fluid
I was told i'm dumb and people
Thought that I was stupid
I was told i'd never make it so I shouldn't do it
So don't lose it
I'm saying stay true and do not do what they do
Cause they just wanna make you a play tool
A stray fool so stay cool
And its easer to say it then act
But it is harder to walk with a sharp knife in your back
(and there is)

No, no escape from the shell
When it makes me myself
When i'm stuck in a cell
I'll just to learn to cope with hell
Now I'm breaking my back
Trying to break out this trap
So make this the last time
I trust some one

Lust without trust sucks
Fucks with your head heavy
Makes you feel worthless like dust
You might bust
You feel gigantus
It's Like walking on the edge and getting by just
By telling lies to your own mind
(She will grow this will end)
Say you don't care and it's fine
(Ride the flow play pretend)
Or maybe you are just oblivious
And you i cannot blame cause
I've been down the same lane of lying, trash, and pain
To psychopaths i guess it's just a game
Molding people making them all hate what they became
And tearing people down til' they've got nothing but their name and
I have been a victim and for that I am ashamed
And everybody does something that they cannot explain
But insisting innocence is senseless and a heavy claim
You must have got a needle in your ear and through your brain
Your sadism is real
But you still deserve pain

No, no escape from the shell
When it makes me myself
When i'm stuck in a cell
I'll just to learn to cope with hell
Now I'm breaking my back
Trying to break out this trap
So make this the last time
I trust some one

I find nothing in pride
Confide nothing in time
I'll try something to pry myself free
Inside me is reliable gut feelings
Try to pull on strings
And die trying to push

No, no escape from the shell
When it makes me myself
When i'm stuck in a cell
I'll just to learn to cope with hell
Now I'm breaking my back
Trying to break out this trap
So make this the last time
I trust some one
No, no escape from the shell
When it makes me myself
When i'm stuck in a cell
I'll just to learn to cope with hell
Now I'm breaking my back
Trying to break out this trap
So make this the last time
I trust some one

without trust we are nothing

somber home

Roll With The Punches (prod. perry maysun)

02) My Greatest Joy

It’s 2AM and I’m on the pavement
Everyone’s inside but in the meantime I find myself sedated 
On the cement playing possum 
And while yes I’m truly awesome 
Tonight our hero is just simply wasted 
I never knew a good time was this contagious 
And left you dehydrated 
Im washing away, faded 
I’m sure I’d want to do this on a week to week basis 
But I’m busy cause my body is violently vibrating

Did you have any plans tonight
I had a super fun game that I think you would like
It’s called 
Blacking out, drink yourself to sleep
You might already be the winner let’s find out and see 

It’s 3AM and I’m on the staircase
And though I don’t dare to attempt, I feel it in my bones that I can’t stand straight 
Whatever’s in that cup went straight to my head
Another round of beer pong dawg I’d rather play dead
I have a feeling that my guts have a plan
That involves one of us on the floor hugging the can 

It’s 4am in the backseat
And besides a few hiccups tonight was pretty sick if you ask me
All my friends found it mentally taxing 
Which is probably why I’m the only one in the taxi 
Based on tonight one would say I can’t hold liquor 
But I would prefer to say that our hero is no quitter 
A dozen cups, a few shots, and no dinner
If blacking out is the game I think we declared a winner

Play Dead

Great Dad

Cabin Fever (Full Version) (Prod. GOOD DRIVER)

Perry Maysun