ofc 4:20 is my fav, this harmony right here is a perfect touch 😭

Lyrics:

I knew this guy who had the world in his palm, my brother in arms, the weight on his shoulder would carry him on. Along his past in his last state, stuck in the same mind state, to sell drugs, weapons, and his soul if that’s what it takes.

I remember the first time we met, you pulled me in your whip, lit bowl after bowl, the smoke it filled us whole. Soul exploration with white powder on the counter I preferred the psychedelics, you preferred prescription happy hours. Hard on the surface, but nothing’s deeper than family, and I don’t mean your blood that cause you psychologic- atrophy

The covenant is thicker than the womb, and though your fatal wounds, bleed out for the moon I guess I should’ve known that you assumed; you were doomed, -but I saw you laugh at death, in depth, I wonder how you felt with several holes up in your chest.

And as you drew your final breath, I wasn’t there to see you go, I wasn’t there to see your eyes permanently close, your blood soaked clothes, lying in a puddle all alone, I suppose it shows we always give back what we loaned. When we decompose for another thing to grow, we bestow the essence of our lives for those below. 

Although it’s been a couple years and all our tears are dry, I’ll pour another beer into the ground while getting high, precious life it passes all of us by, staring at the sky wishing I could’ve said goodbye.

Despite regression and an increase in aggression I would always sit and listen to life- lessons you’d stressed and, I was under the impression the way you held your expressions your mind was faded and jaded as your spilling out your life’s confessions. 

Over the second sessions wisdom for peace, I feel I could’ve help you steer into a better release, then the liquid that you melt down to set you mind at ease, and to repress the stress you felt when you realized you were empty. 

A lot of stories you told me sit in my memories, they just won’t let me be, I could’ve picked your brain infinitely. Mixed in with knowledge were all of the wrong decisions, it’s a given, but listen, the prison that I found you within was clouding your mind and vision, and singeing your circuits system, infringing upon your right at life through premature decomposition. What’d you envision while kicking beats up and down the street, you’d freestyle for a mile suffocated by your empty dreams. 

It seems, you dissipated in dope, it dissipated your hope, you fuckin dissipated straight to smoke. Though you awoke immortalized within my mind, it’s so far from your designs, of the future that you left behind. Although it’s been a couple years and all our tears are dry, I’ll pour another beer into the ground while getting high, knowing I won’t let life pass me by, staring at the sky wishing that I could’ve said goodbye.

And I remember articles written in papers, the way you were dragged to prison n jail, it was hardly fair, but they cleaned you up, fished out all the stuff within your veins, let you withdrawal bound in chains then passed us back your hollowed out remains. 

It’s easy for them just to say that you’ve changed, but your stained, from all pain, those toxic puddles, and the endless rain.   And several times you sent apologetic DM’s, but I was so up in my head I pretended not to see em. 

It wasn’t long, you found your friends back in the cycle, your selling out all your vitals just to sit and stare at empty tiles. Maybe it’s just reminiscent— from all those times you realized you were empty tryin to find some tar that fits n fills it. 

The veins are deeper and swallow, the hits are leaving you hollow, and even still you tried to scuba dive inside of bottles. Just for a novel feeling once in your life-, despite- your path being partially painted by your own design. 

Although it’s been a couple years and all our tears are dry, I’ll pour another beer into the ground while getting high, precious life it passes all of us by, staring at the sky wishing I could’ve said goodbye.

Exceptionally Gray (Prod. JustDan)

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Exceptionally Gray (Prod. JustDan)

Psylostasis

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