Avoiding all emotion 
as these thoughts are swimming through my head
My body feels heavy
I can’t get out of bed

I can’t help but to think 
about the things you’ve said 
or the things you don’t say at all
I wonder what it means or if it even means anything at all

Waiting on your phone call, 
I guess you forgot again
I used to fight you when 
I’d slip your mind

I’ve been realizing; 
this all has become way too draining. I’m getting low on energy
I’m starting to 
take comfort in not knowing 
take comfort in not caring about anything

This is the fading
This is the fading 

This is me fading 
Fading away
from you 

Avoiding all emotion 
as these thoughts are swimming through my head
My body feels heavy
I can’t get out of bed

I can’t help but to think 
about the things you’ve said 
or the things you don’t say at all
I wonder what it means 
or if it even means anything
Anything 

Waiting on your phone call
I guess you forgot again
Forgot again

The Fading (prod. Imotapes Productions)

Moira (prod. Jolst)

prod. https://soundcloud.com/boris2011
vocals mixed by https://soundcloud.com/boris2011

lyrics:

Stuck inside my head 
And then I'm falling thru the atmosphere 
I think I might be dead 
So come and lift me from this coffin here 
Baby why you playin 
Why you messin with my mental waves
Why these haters playin
Why they always tryna ride my wave
I swear you always trippin 
And that's why I cannot fuck wichu 
The liquor got me tippin 
And I'm feelin really hazy fool 
You risin some suspicion 
It's my mission to see what's up with you 
Pull off in the night 
And ride right off into the fuckin moon

Bitch you a bust down
Don't you fuckin come around 
Get out of my fuckin town 
Nobody fuckin likes you 

Pull up in the phantom 
And I'm bumpin beats too fuckin loud 
Roll on down those windows 
what emerges is a fucking cloud 
Why you fuckin lurking here
I told you not to come around 
I been fuckin murkin here 
You hear it in my fuckin sound 
Bitch just fuckin hit my line 
I got the link to plenty pounds 
I was feelin fuckin high
But now I think I'm comin down
Bitch you better feel my vibe 
When I am in your fuckin town
I close my eyes then come alive
Yeah bitch let's fuckin get it now 

Yeah bitch let's fuckin get it now
Yeah bitch let's fuckin get it  

Bitch you a bust down
Don't you fuckin come around 
Get out of my fuckin town 
Nobody fuckin likes you

buss down (Prod. БOРИС)

PROD. ME
wassup hello 
im the brand new 
rapping shit loaf 

ill probably stick around 
long enough 
all to just come and get my grip though
hit single rich hoe   

hit squads shitting 
out they dinners 
you a tripper 

yall getting rich off spending 
double triple 
like its simple 

whence cometh truth bitch 
we know you rented you tooths bitch 
you all are on 2-bit
probably the kids that ate glue sticks  

elementary the level you read 
its probably a struggle to breath 
im hoping you never will breed
stupid motherfuckers stink up the breeze

i got a migraine 
she got a migraine 
he got a migraine 
we all got a migraine

 no distinction 
between these these non-thinking 
rubes 
it be all fiction 
dont put me on 
witcha dudes

i be sick 
allergic to bullshit 
c double n 
my fence is brick 
no burglar could pull this 
shells armor pen 
for the end 
i
cant wait 
to loot my neighbors
when we starving 
where my ham steak 
im mighty famished 
mind hardened
drop the nukes 
huh 
im tryna shoot 
something 
gimme the fucking motive
swear my balls blue from it  

i got a migraine 
she got a migraine 
he got a migraine 
we all got a migraine

SCARY GOODE - FUCK RAP

executive production: samueljohnloth & ProG
Guitar/Bass/Keys : samueljohnloth
Additional Vocals/Production: Mo N. & Soren A.

SOL.

my friends dont like me

The 7 Deadly Sins

GREED (prod. Holt Stairs)

Produced, Mixed, & Mastered by @sleepingsight

Cold Inside (prod. Sleeping Sight)

7. Recourse and $hadow

purgatory

Contact: progonthetrack@gmail.com 

What are you gonna do now?

SOL.

ProG

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