Eight Minutes

A fucked up cover of the Black Sabbath classic.
Thank you, somethings coming soon I'm telling you

Paranoid (From the Pillowsnake Perspective)

First "original" single off my latest mixtape "Reverend Botox." Noisy af, probably the noisiest track on this record. Get hyped!!!

Lyrics: 
I don't needa dress right
You hit me with that gay shit every single day
I don't needa stress, right?
When you hit me with that gay shit every single day

Pillowsnake, William Blake when I'm speaking
Pillowsnake, I don't shake when I'm tweaking
Pillowsnake, I'm the Jake that you're seeking
Pillowsnake, better shine a beacon on me

You ready to ride that boyota?
You ready to take a cruise
You ready to ride that boyota?
Just another kiss of booze

Ever fist a bitch?
Pussy on your wrist
Put it in and twist
Side to side that shit
Pop it like a cyst
Pleasure to assist
Cross it off my list
Reasons to exist

Boyota

Lyrics:
I'm an open predator
I can be your senator
I'm an open predator
Report me to your editor

Rollin downtown in my baby boomer Pumas
Illuminate the dark, stick to you just like a tumor
44, 17, 27 difference
Numbers not needed to make a freaky inference
Straight from Ariana to Camila
Gotta say sianara when I see ya
Quid pro quoing everything 
While Peter been teaching me these three things

Three words that you cant hide
The sun the moon the truth

Killing yourself, fucking me good
Slobber myself, sending me nudes
Knowing yourself, knowing you're going nowhere 

I aint vanilla fam
Dressed like Killa Cam
Fresh, but no instagram
Black Betty, bam a lam
Ayy, Im with the liquorice bitch
You know Im fucking with these hoes if these bitches are rich
The homicide is suicide if you wanted a kiss
The suicide is homicide if you wanted a diss
Pillowsnake, keep the contact all uppercase
Leave the info between you and the pillowcase

Open Predator

$2 in my pocket 
But Im still living hood adjacent 
Lavish amongst the garbage
Imma rose inna concrete nation
And you hear the birdies singing
All my chicken heads are free range
And you hear my conscious ringing
All my fantasies are teenage
All my phone lines are prepaid
All my big beats are homemade
Gotta green wig to my name
Skinny mother fucker looks insane
I got whatcha want, you got what I need
Bounca bounce bounce bounca bounce bounce 
Cheep 
Cheep

Skinny boy,
Where you going, boy?
Cheep
Skinny boy

Never be a teenage sensation
But I promise I'll act my age
You know I always follow the rules
But I break them when I turn the page
Keep my brother's links until I get data
Tell them all I'll hear it next time
But nobodies go around to tell you off
Until they really hear you rhyme

Candy boys dont think candy thoughts
Candy boys dont date candy thots

$2 in my pocket 
But Im still living hood adjacent 
Lavish amongst the garbage
Imma rose inna concrete nation
And you hear the birdies singing
All my chicken heads are free range
And you hear my conscious ringing
All my fantasies are teenage

Cheep Cheep Cheep

An audio representation of Brockhampton's fanbase

The 1977

Fuck yourself, Im in good health
But tell me something I dont know
Ive been lowkey, didnt follow me
And deleted all of my info
I graduated like magic made it
With stars all over my eyelids
I reminisce to flex a bitch
Not reached the end of my mileage

I met my god in the bedroom
I met my god in my headroom
I set the skyline on fire
New heavens up on a wire
Wait till the last 10 seconds
They feel like 10 billion seconds
Head to heaven, I reckon 
Fuck afterlife, I second

Its a radical sabbatical

Sense of self depleting
Bandaid off, Im bleeding
Tell me something little extra 
Something that Im needing

No one can copy, no one can copy, no one can copy what I do

a radical sabbatical

I don't instigate, I just tell you what the fucks wrong
I just make you dance, dance like there isn't a god
I don't interfere, i just tell you what the fucks wrong
I just make you dance, dance like there isn't a

Pillowsnake! call me your apostle 
Goth bitch still shopping at Aeropostle
Bandage on my head like my name is Lakeith
Bandage on my wrist like my name is Rock Lee
Pray to circumstance that I feel no pain
Pray to circumstance that I find a way
Pray to circumstance that I express myself without looking insane

Carlin told me, you go where you want to be
So don't copy me nor follow me, alright?

I don't instigate, I just tell you what the fucks wrong
I just make you dance, dance like there isn't a god
I don't interfere, i just tell you what the fucks wrong
I just make you dance, dance like there isn't a

What the fuck you going on and seeing inside my head?
What the fuck you going on and seeing after I'm dead?

Pillowsnake, to the new founded
Never owned a watch, but wrists always surrounded 
More than little slashes, more than tight cuts
Snort the pain away, getting pussy with no fuss
Well, the more Im in it, the more I see that
Paradise is in the eye of many
The suffered trials that none defile
Come to me when the fountain drier

Carlin told me, you go where you want to be
So don't copy me nor follow me, alright?

dance like there's no god

Gemini in my arms
Scorpio on my list
Dusa heads on my wrist
Other hand, pussy lips
Cancer on my mind again
Never looking fine again
Tell me when you're mine again to fuck off

Gemini in my arms
Scorpio on my list
Cancer fleet on my wrist
Stuck it in, octave up
Not a rhyme, keeps it up
Cumming hard, still its up
Tell me what the fuck again you're going on about
Fuck you when they curve me
Lack of faith disturbs me
Got the fucking nerve to tell me that they really heard me
Numbers may be lacking
Depression got me slacking
Keeps me from attacking, beeping while Im smacking

Zodiac signs tell me 
Zodiac signs know me
Zodiac got my life in check
Zodiac got my life in check
Zodiac got my life in check
Zodiac got my life in check
Zodiac got my money too
Wait...

My hearts in the stars for you
But them motherfuckers really shifted

Gemini in my arms
Scorpio on my list
Dusa heads on my wrist
Other hand, pussy lips
Cancer on my mind again
Never looking fine again
Tell me when you're mine again to fuck off

dusa heads

A collaboration I've been sitting on for a while, finally out to celebrate 5,000 total plays. Thank you for every listen and enjoy.

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