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Bush St.

another banger another classic 🤧 srry for not being as consistent this year i’ll do better

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gavin was here

man on fIre

another melancholy plotpee song 
produce by The Theorist

sitting alone in the cat room 
time tick by
cant remember like past june 
caught you by surprise 
you’ve been living to fast boo
everybody in your circle moving steadily past you 

never surprising when rain fall 
i missed it all just preparing 
stalled for the take off 
i claimed all
air balled a shot in the napalm
at least i got the money 
just enough for an 8 ball 

felt the crack in the spine 
it’s a cold world 
learned that in 2005 

met a women
she was practically the look of divine 
then her hands touching mine 
then i paid her no time 

i’m a mess 
an alcoholic 
a stale prophet 
a hell watcher 
climbing to the top 
it’s a tall mountain 
the hail popping 
praying for the stop 
even god laugh at the failed product 

i close my eyes and dream of times where i ain’t worried 

but monsters came outside and even chilling it get scary
i gotta get back home i told the plug round 7:30 
im always in a hurry
a fix to slow it down 
i’m the clown prince of piss punks crying to the sounds

it’s a burden to think 
that’s why i love the ice mixed with drink 
mr odd man out   
i begin  to believe 
everybody got a purpose 
everybody but me 

sitting alone in the cat room 
i miss the sunrise
in the shade of my past dues
won’t compromise myself
for a dollar of they wealth  
i’m gone up and start a scene like where my diet dr kelp  

heard a bang and boom 
give me all your bus change or im aiming to doom
leave the blood stained in the walls of your room 
i think my mind is gone to something else 

sitting alone in the cat room 
sitting alone in the cat room

Cat Room

walk it down open verse

produced by RafNite

thank yall for listening 

gotta see it through 
i gotta stamp my time in space 
i must’ve been an ass my whole life 
cuz karma getting paid 
ponder my objective 
i get lost along the rocky way 
i heard the devil knocking and i smiled 
and said “not today”

shoelace loose 
i ain’t knot em right 
spit stained view
only coughing if the blunt is nice 
i know it is 
i won’t smoke unless the weathers right  
or stormy days 
or snowy night 
whatever just to get me blind
i’ve never really use my head  
never thought of thinking twice 
pondering done left me dead 
kitty cat done bit the light 

looking at the puddle 
seen a time bomb just ticking by 
never really cared about my soul 
as long it’s alive    

and i sorta miss the nights in the drive in 
tryna make the convo in the hopes i’d get to dive in 
back then was a kid but now i’ve grown up 
im still eating saltwater taffy going coconut 
and eating cocoa puffs 
should really cook a nice meal 
stand at ovation when the chef prepare a nice deal 
or was it some asshole i couldn’t tell? 
all hail the most of the hated who will prevail 
i’m emotional 
he such a wreck 
but he know that he such a mess 
i don’t know how to fucking dress  
how to love with my fucking chest 
who to love
how the question work? 
is him or is it her? 
is it them?
it is it zer? 
who am i?
what is my worth?
will my family accept the choice?
who are they to be fucking judge?
i will always be holding boulders 
but never be holding grudge 
screaming hate will never win 
at the top of my bleeding lungs  
wish i was a spider 
arachnid among the bugs 

sorta miss the nights in the drive in 
tryna make the convo in the hopes i’d get to dive in 
back then was a kid but now i’ve grown up 
still eating saltwater taffy going coconuts
wish i ain’t know as much  
but im still growing still 
in the dark of the choices leave me running still 
and my face so pale from the ghost 
tried applause and a toast 
failed so hard that it broke 
yea

See It Thru

2sick2hate

prod ear pleasing 

lyrics 
ambition cannot save you 
i want my cookie now 
no i cannot wait for later
looking in the mirror like im staring at a stranger 
long for the peace 
hate the sense that im in danger 

rain drops tapping lightly on the ranger 
90 on the dash 
rolling papers with the flavors 
joint between my lips 
tryna open the container 
stressing out my mind 
when they blowing up my pager 

i must admit i am a no show 
picking at my mocos 
4lokos for the bozo 
out at 4 am and then i’m getting up at ocho 
slowly lose my mind off the mary and some cocoa  

i’m as tall as twin towers when they fell 
keep the twins tucked on me 
if i need releasing hell
and i’m a bit stuck up 
i don’t ever like to fail 

the stars look alive reminiscent of dreams 
i try to scream out
baby this is not what it seems 
try not to bleed out 
looking like a deer in the beams 
when the lights shine bright will i crumble to fiend
when they asking for results is it coming back clean? 
hell nah 

who is it that’s my savior?  
touching on her body 
said she loving my behavior 
am i coming home?
only answering said later 
i don’t like to smile 
don’t confuse that shit with anger 

ambition cannot save you 
i want my cookie now 
no i cannot wait for later
looking in the mirror like im staring at a stranger 
long for the peace 
hate the sense that im in danger 

rain drops tapping lightly on the ranger 
90 on the dash 
rolling papers with the flavors 
joint between my lips 
tryna open the container 
stressing on my mind 
and they blowing up my pager 

just let me float away 
just let me float away 
just let me float away

4Bozos

Lyrics:

gotta push it in the morning but i get so exhausted 
wake up feeling nothing 
was it worth what it costed? 
my eyes are oceans tryna cover my losses 
since i’ve come to age i’ve been lost in the sauces 

thirty more minutes then im up with the martians 
different type of strains 
boss always got options 
a mile high and i’m still with the toxins 
walking through the garden thinking nothing but margins 

lights flashing 
no cameras 
i don’t like pictures 
she pretty in the face
and she got a nice figure 
knowing i should change 
but i dont have the right fixture 
life throwing curveballs 
guess its a nice pitcher 

i’m a mess an alcoholic if im being honest
dopamine addicted like a rat that go to cheddar college 
i always  feel like garbage 
but i don’t even bother changing
rather save the change and hope that i will leave the carnage 


i’m blind to it all but i can see 
i’m tryna fit in but sometimes i don’t feel like me 
ambition falling deep 
the climb up getting is steep 
the storm is setting in right as i can go to sleep 

hear the tapping on the window from the hail
wish i made my momma proud by even tryna go to yale 
to make it or fail 
to stand up and fall 
the fear in the soul when you can’t have it all 

 
it’s hard to make a change when i can’t breathe 
smiling through it all even with my bloody teeth  
im sweating bullets when you call i couldn’t think 
i guess another reason why i need another drink

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