LILSUMNB4THETAPE 3

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Song: Wakin' Up in Hell
Music by: SOAR, @prod.sladerr, @webbophantom, @vono11k
Mix and Master by: @NICOLAI4K

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wakin up in hell (prod. by @prod.sladerr @webbophantom @vono11k)

Wakin' Up In Hell @SOAR

D Wade! (prod.stepjayc)

neet for life feel like travis touchdown
we staying up all night through the sundown
talking on my name you can get gunned down
do you not understand me? do you need it dumbed down?
being around too many people i start to shutdown
hoping real soon i can get out this shit town
people barely notice when im not around
kill myself 6 feet six in the ground

im lame as hell im the first to tell you that
but i was mackin on yo bitch i was mackin on yo gnat
crackin that bitch i dont do chit chat
always hittin my shots cracka yeah im in vats
you a fucking lackey you like "oh shits its the bat"
crazy bitch yeah she pop my tires
all these hoes goin yeah a buncha liars
you be stalkin my posts yeah just like michael myers
mendocino greeno, yeah i got suppliers
jackin my swag youve never been original
juggin folks shit they saying im a criminal
in love with a bitch this shit it be digital 

need a freaky bitch like sylvia
wanna feature pay the fee
tired of disagreein
put that boy on a tshirt
i see through the fakes im alert
alert

ground (pk + grxnt)

Getdatbag prod quisi laflare, Klimax & Gateway

Race prod Taurs

LaFlareskiii prod quisi laflare & Spaceboyry

TBM SWAG prod quisi & !creators

401K prod quisi laflare & Spaceboyry

Rich Love

shysouljah & The DAI - voices in my head (shysouljah)

Wake up w/jasonkushe prod.d1sgrace

Hopeless

Yeah…
It’s 3 a.m. again.
I ain’t dying — just stuck buffering.

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I’m glitched and gone, can’t reload faith,
Liquor in my lungs, truth on my face.
They praise the corpse but not the grind,
404 faith — I’m off the line.

Chrome reflections, ghosts in suits,
Blessed my pain, then cut the roots.
I bleed in code, can’t find my God,
So I baptise sin in a paper cup.

⸻

Vacation felt like the hearse rollin’ in,
Came back home to fluorescent sin.
HR smile—needle thin,
Said “policy change,” slipped poison in.

They printed my worth on thermal receipts,
Fed me praise till my pulse skipped beats.
Derek blinked, then the floor went red,
Two pay grades down and the dream was dead.

I still smell grease when the panic hits,
Still hear clocks tick like counterfeit bliss.
Corporate crosses on name‑tag chains,
We burn for bonus points and call it gain.

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I’m glitched and gone, can’t reload faith,
Liquor in my lungs, truth on my face.
They praise the corpse but not the grind,
404 faith — I’m off the line.

Chrome reflections, ghosts in suits,
Blessed my pain, then cut the roots.
I bleed in code, can’t find my God,
So I baptise sin in a paper cup.

⸻

DM offer was the needle they hid,
Promotion laced with a quiet acid.
Said “family,” meant “feed the machine,”
Love don’t live here — it’s paid bi‑weekly.

Every check a dose I can’t refuse,
Every “great job” another bruise.
I drank their thanks till my vision bent,
Now truth spills out like an accident.

They sold 26 souls and called it growth,
Filed our names under “liabilities both.”
I still drive by that shop at night,
Watch my ghost clock in under neon light.

⸻


I’m glitched and gone, can’t reload faith,
Liquor in my lungs, truth on my face.
They praise the corpse but not the grind,
404 faith — I’m off the line.

Chrome reflections, ghosts in suits,
Blessed my pain, then cut the roots.
I bleed in code, can’t find my God,
So I baptise sin in a paper cup.

⸻

If you hear this file…
It means the loop didn’t win.
end of transmission

404 Faith

“Quiet House Loud Head” is Track 4 of the Years Without Help concept album.
This chapter takes place in the middle years — when the house becomes silent but the mind grows louder. Isolation turns into numbness, numbness turns into paranoia, and you start feeling like a stranger in your own life.

Alt-R&B with lo-fi trap drums and spoken-word confession, built to sound like thoughts echoing in an empty room. This track marks the personality shift that happens before anyone calls it a crisis.

Content note: explicit language + heavy themes (mental health, isolation, anxiety, personality change).

More context: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-human-equation/202502/deadly-blind-spots-how-murder-suicide-risks-get-missed

Quiet House Loud Head

Iced Out (ft. booqi)

Rest In Peace my brothers 🙏🏿

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