Drive Away.

atlas son9s

sad stuff

hello this is my playlist for incelcore. if you want me to add ur song hmu on twitter @_papapoley_


music written with lyrics that is based social commentary about today's world, usually art hoes. Called its name because of the lyric's views on women that some would associate with the incel.

incelcore

loser loser loser

we're all just skeletons of bone
who strip off skin when we get home
who act ourselves when we're alone
who truly are we, we don't know

veins and skin adhere to ivory
organs packed inside society
every bleeding cell inside me
is veiled behind a plastic bag

you might not care, but you'll still stare
at traffic crashes, crazy hair
attention! quick! look over there,
unjustified self-pity bearers!

every morning, lack of rest
tangled earbuds around your neck
the struggle out of bed's a trek
so stare up at the roof depressed
and choose a role to play


put on the mask to disguise the true you
you'll trudge on forward, you always do
you'll bite off more than you can chew
don't let the man in the mirror hate you

shed off your tissue, expose your bones bare
scrub off your follicles, let down your hair
let the colour of your skin blanch pale
let the skeleton inside you prevail

run around spooky without much of a care
your life just began soon as you left there

hall-o-ween

Sit Down Beside Me

thanks to purpan for this lovely beat.
thanks to s for loving me.
thanks to the world for allowing me to function.
:)

loving u (prod. purpan)

thanks to everyone who's ever been there to support me.

i wouldn't be here without you guys.

this was gonna be for 2k, but fuck it, you guys deserve it.

a letter to my freshman self (prod. purpan)

sleep and showers beckoning
like knocks upon a door
heartache spreads like rumored news
but i still ask for more
staring through a keyhole
at the light that glows outside
like watching family videos
the night after your loved one's died

laying a puddle of my own sweat on the floor
i must let these demons out before they eat my core
cannot stand to be here that much longer, i am sure
why waste time living anymore?

i see my face
on your pack of cigarettes
i see your lungs
in every dying star

we lie awake at night
two owls in a tree
fading in and out
of our immortality
i question everything
from myself to the sky
i hope that i might learn
a fraction of it all before i die

praying in a huddle for a couple extra days
i can spend inside my house and use for coping with my ways
i imagine heaven as a room in which you stay
and i imagine hell as when you go away

i see my face
on your pack of cigarettes
i see your lungs
in every dying star

why must we lay here? 
oh, why must we lay here? 
oh, why must we lay here?
oh, why must we lay alone? alone?

i see my face
on your pack of cigarettes
i see your lungs
in every dying star
i see my home
in your fucking sillhouette
i see my loneliness
in your absence

absence

First track from the hit group "Love Motel"
I uploaded it to my soundcloud too cause i wanted to put on the intro


Since a lot of people have asked, we did make two more songs the year we made this. We never put lyrics on them and they ended up being unfinished, but I'm taking them off private so you guys can hear them if you want.
https://soundcloud.com/chischetney/sets/old-ass-love-motel-stuff

love motel - Pick me up

young daze.
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im writing this while you’re gone.
im waiting and 
im pacing
and im wishing i could visit.
ive been talking to your mom.
she promised me she’s passing on
my messages.
you might be thinking about your brother.
and how your dad was being super pissy.
please dont be so scared.
i promise you’ll be okay.

i wanted to kiss her that night.
but maybe its just a mood and a feeling.
so finally i retract.
every single thing that ive been feeling.
im missing you.
constantly.
but im telling everybody i dont.
i hope you find this calming
and im hoping it’ll help you,
but its fine if it wont.

its hard to write,
when i dont know what to say anymore
what to do anymore.
with you.
and im confused on what our love really means.
my heart wrenched,
when they told me the news.
i got asked my happiest moment, and it was at the end of August with you.
when i pulled my smooth moves,
and we held hands.
and we watched T.V,
Bojack horseman.
you had holes in your leggings
and i poked them.
you laid your head on top of me,
and finally in years
i knew what it meant to feel safe.
you talked about it so much.

when you get out.
hoping you’ll call.
im throwing a dinner.
im hoping you’ll come.
its all of my friends,
its a good crowd.
maybe we can skip this sad phase,
and start over now.
put away the sad face.
we can start over for a while.
if you’d like that,
we can start over for a while.

Bojack Horseman

this was supposed to be a Christmas Song. (oops)

sHirt

@flayvors

happy valentine's day :)

art by bennie (http://www.instagram.com/cozylile)

this is a thank you for everything
a semi-colon hovering where something once was menacing
a "soon-to-be continued" that exists after the ending screen
the only song i know that i would ever even wish to sing
when the heat is blistering, you're the ice that's glistening
inside my cup of tea, which is also you... interesting
throughout all the seasons, in this transition of winter-spring
you've been here beside me with the sweet nothings you're whispering
you're a lovable, angelic piece of perfect
and anything i do for you is worth it
times a million and a half, we can sit and be resilient and laugh
in between the subtle compliments and billlions of half-
kiss/half-hug/half-cuddle moments we share
i know it's unfair that we could only spend a few days here
but i'm yours, and i think that it's clear
so forget about goodbye, this is "see you soon, my dear"

'cause i love you and i'd like to spend forever
in the sublte warmth inside your arms, like fireplaces' embers
i will try my best to keep you by my side until the weather
turns apocalyptic, and we end up drifting to the nether
but we'd still be wearing sweaters when we got there
'cause we're both too caught up in cuteness to care 'bout hot air
and even if it burnt me alive, i'd have my crosshairs
set up on your heart, making art, 'cause why stop there?
i'll keep on creating for you until my final days
dancing in the living room and smooching while the vinyl plays
i've been losing track of the romantic shit i'm tryna say
but basically i love you and that's kinda gay...
i'ma stay by your side when i can
keep your grip on my hand
'cause we can both hear the compliments coming in from these pals of mine
i've been wondering if you would be my valentine

valentine (prod. flavors)

download <3

Getting to know Crowder's Mountain, NC.

LYRICS: SEAS OF GOLD
i wanna go back east, where the water's cold
i wanna bathe oh in the winter, in the seas of gold
i wanna shiver at the slivers of the sunlight
that hit my eyes in a rhythm that feels just right

kaleidoscopic cracks in the concrete, visions of a bishop marching along to a drum beat
it's vicious to assume, that superstition will resume
to spout out of your gullied eyes, and onto the butterflies

you don't know what you do, and you don't know what you dont,
so just give up the parade, take your float on home
you don't know whether to be another clap inside the beat
another feather in the cap of a slender fella in your sheets
another leaf among the breeze a shade of yellow on the beach
a dandelion petal flying away, up high in the heat

of the sky, as it rises you might realize this
and take it all back you'll take it all back
pin a needle on the facts
dont take it slow, don't go too fast
don't hesitate to burn or crash
just keep recycling those ashes until

you know that you're ready to go

Seas Of Gold

mon chéri

produced by @jhfly

lyrics:

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile
(x2)

i guess...

i've got a letters that i've written
a few of them i'm tempted to incinerate
they tend to pile up around my desk
at the frequency of sadness and dinner plates
it's easy to get lost inside of memories
it's harder to pretend that isn't bothersome
you told me 'bout your favorite kinds of flowers
so i went to the market and i got you some

i didn't even break down when i left my house
i didn't even get anxious when i went out
you know the words never sound quite right when they leave my mouth
but, darling, just finish your tea, and we'll go lay down
we can go lay down

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile

flowers ep

chamomile (prod. jhfly)

produced by @mt_fujitive
cover photo shot by @chriswrightotj

i have a cold

lyrics:
i'm getting sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

i've even practiced sacrficing bad news to aphrodite statues
antagonized by past dues, i'm camera shy and fat too
diet plan is snack food, banana pies and cashews
the person that i dream to be, i pantomime with tattoos
but even still, i sense the glimmer of my confidence
hiding under ink i got to mimic my accomplishments
they're few and far between, sort of timid in their promises
drowning subtle whispers with the engine of a rocketship

i can't linger any longer in the past
i'm not the person that i was back then
romanticizing everything, the flowers in the grass
were a stepping stone for expressing my love back then
but now i'm jaded as i cautiously detach
from all the people that i loved back then
drowning every issue via vodka from a flask
to think, the only thing i wanted was a hug back then

sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

back then (prod. mt. fujitive)

produced by https://soundcloud.com/draffish & https://soundcloud.com/mental

lyrics:

[Verse 1]
first things first lets make this clear
i don't know where i'll be next year
for all i care i could be on the street

i feel so lame when you are near
i think bout how i was last year
for all i care i could be six feet deep

[Hook]
its noones fault but just my own
and noone knows what i would owe
i don't know if you'll ever give it back

with blurry eyes i feel alone
in clubs i cry in bathroom stalls
i don't know if you'll ever take me back

[Verse 2]
first things first lets make this clear
i don't know where i'll be next year
for all i care i could be on the street

i feel so lame when you are near
i think bout how i was last year
for all i care i could be six feet deep

in dim lit rooms i'll see your face
inside the fumes i'll feel your grace
wash over me a sad and broken wreck

i wish for views of mountainsides
and country roads that i can ride
and realise that i dont need to forget

[Hook]
its noones fault but just my own
and noone knows what i would owe
i don't know if you'll ever give it back

with blurry eyes i feel alone
in clubs i cry in bathroom stalls
i don't know if you'll ever take me back

why - prod. our final hours

by atlas

source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djTW4TssFz0

lyrics:

life sucks, then you die
life nuts, in your eye

my friend Bartholomew just fucking died last week
overdosed on heroin they found his body in the creek
in between these manic states and panic dates I barely speak
cuz insanity's an uphill climb and I am mad on peak
inside my mind its an overflow
i would try to explain but I hardly know
my laugh for brightening these days
my mind is as we chase yeah

and especially cuz Bartholomew doesn't exist
and I'm sure everyone who hears this is probably pissed
about it

life sucks, then you die
life nuts, in your eye

my friend Ted just killed a man last year
and now he's running for president goes to show you can't trust what you hear
had a couple voters from the nation for a while
but they realised that the zodiac was hidden in his smile
my friend Jonathon took Bart out in Los Angeles
had a job in marketing but then he said he can't handle it
brought a gun to work and made some threats he didn't mean
and every time the tv's on, his face is on the screen cuz

life sucks, then you die

things i have

PUNCHiE