This playlist will walk you through the portal of love in which you can't return from by listening to it from the start to the end

Every Nono B Song!

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Nono B HighLights

SO COLD I DO EM 2

03 Stop Playin Wit That Man (prod by DuseBeatz)

29 Eye of the Tiger (prod by Al B Smoove & Fizzle)

From The D To The A feat. Lil Yachty

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@thouxanban
@shopatcapsulecorp

D Savage - Beam (Ft. Thouxanbanfauni) [Prod. Capsule Corp]

This is a song about suicide I made for my AP Lang class. A couple of things I have to say: First, this ISN'T about me or anyone I know, it's a completely fictional I made myself. Second, this song is only in it's first stage, which means I am still working to improve on it for the next version. Third, since this is only in it's first version, I would really appreciate feedback (whether it is positive or constructive) because it would really help me improve on the song. Fourth: This is self produced.

DEMO Music Video: https://youtu.be/xw4VOhzBJeg

Lyrics:

(Mother Praying To G-d)

Dear God,
I know I haven’t been in your light for years.
But I’ve had slight fears at night for my son he’s fighting tears.             
He won’t cite what isn’t right and everything’s unclear.
Only polite when he writes, but he don’t wanna be near.                    
He hasn’t been hanging out with his friends
Even though, he had none to begin
He only writes with his pen
About just wanting to end
Himself
He’s been practicing with a belt
And jumping off of the shelf
I could never understand, 
My son has all of the wealth, pulled himself a couple bands
My son has physical health, never been in an ambulance
Even with the cards he was dealt, he wanna throw away his hand.
He’s always pissed at his sis.
I just miss the last time he was in bliss.
He says things are foggy, but he don’t clear the mist.
Won’t pull up his sleeves, cause I know he slits his wrists.
But why is he taking this course?
Is it because, back as a kid, me and his father, got a divorce?
Is it for his cousin, who committed, and feels remorse?
And most of all, he feels he’s the reason, he is the force?
Since my son was one he was screaming always.
Classmates tell me he be steaming to the kids in empty hallways.
He’s only sixteen, but he wants to end it to this day.
He don’t wanna convene, so all I do is pray.
Amen

(Long Pause)

(Son Writing A Suicide Letter)

Dear to whoever,
I’ve never felt less better.
And as I write this letter.
I consider shooting me with berreta.
My mom keeps asking me
Why don’t you talk no more?
“I say to let myself free.
I must be silent at core.
Livings like doing a chore
Cause I’m leaving my high school at 2.
And getting to work at 4.
And leaving work feeling blue.
To fall asleep and snore.
And I wake up the next morning.
To my life, which is a bore.
With no girls I be scoring.
You always want a war!
You always causing problems!
With dad you never solve them.
Cause back as a kid, I’ll admit,
Things were kinda awesome!
Now this house is a sodom! 
I bought em, a brand new blossom, 
to fall, like autumn.”
I’m sorry to everyone.
I know a lot you think, my life’s barely begun.
But honestly, as I’ve gone through my run.
I realized I’ve never had any fun.
Maybe that’s due to the friends I have (none.)
Maybe it’s because I was raped by a nun.
Maybe it’s because the voices won’t stop saying a ton.
They say to take your gun, push it right up to your head.
And to pull the f*cking trigger, and then yo brain will go through lead.
You know you got no vigor, so just lie on your bed.
Your happiness will bigger, because you will die and you’ll be dead. 
So this is for my cousin,
The one who’s also gone.
We both just needed some loving.
But no one formed that bond. 
But it don’t matter because my time is dearth.
Because since the day that my mother gave me this birth.
And since the day I was bullied for my girth.
I have depleted my self worth, and decided to leave this Earth.
So now my verse is done, I’m done with all the spitting.
I’m done with stupid school, and done with  trying to fit in.
I’m done with everything, I’m even done with living.
I’m done being done, this is the last thing I’ve written.

The Last Thing I've Written

CONTEST

WHO AM I

omelette

Gotta go to school
Gotta do homework
Go to home at 2
And then I go to work

Gotta make some friends
Gotta make amends
But it all depends
If I follow trends

Gotta get a wife
Gotta get a kid
Gotta get a life
Goin off the grid

Gotta get the cash
Gotta spend it fast
Gotta take out trash
Suffa succotash

I’ve been told a life is what I gotta get, gotta get
I also don’t think that I am ready yet, ready yet
A girl to be my wife, I haven’t met her yet, met her yet
I’d rather spend my time on internet, internet
There’s so much to do but I am just a troglodyte
I can go on YouTube but no one will really subscribe
I feel like I’m on a quest leading it in a tribe
Except it’s only me, Nono B, I just need a life, aight?

sucatash

CAUGHT IN MY GLO prod. Qui3t

(prod. brayden potts)
Lyrics:
Everybody everybody
think they know Nono
But they don’t know tho 
Not behind the jewfro
Even when it’s yellow how
I cut it up and mellow down
Nobody I am bellow now
Playing like the cello ow
Wow, can’t believe I’m here
I just made another song and it’s A tier
Can’t believe I had fear that I wouldn’t get it done
But to that I shun cause I did it and I won
Having fun vibing out
Never did I have a doubt
Cause I’m on a different route
And I don’t do it for clout
I’m about spitting raps
Kitten cats not gettin gats
I know you listen and glisten
Cause I be hitting whack
Lack, of awesome punchlines is who I’m not
Food for thought, you better remember what you was taught
Never fought, cause I’ll be slender til I rot
If you hot, then you should probably shoot your shot
And honestly that’s probably a rule for life
True advice
If it don’t work then do it twice
Who am I?
Just another Jewish guy
And I got the blueish eyes
Bringing all the fluid vibes
You love me like the cupid I!
Just got shot with an arrow
went through my bone marrow aint fair-o that it’s narrow
Been getting dinero from working Dunkin Donuts
Girls go nuts when they saw Noah glow up
Hol’ up
2nd track
Section 80
And I’m back
Slim Shady
Soundtrack
8th gradey
Cheese and Mac 
Ready to fly, I don’t need a wingman
I’ll be cooking up all these songs call me Pinkman
Bars so cold that I think I need a rink man
I’ll do you better, make your girl wetter than sink man
Haters come up to me and they say that I’m fake man
And then I’m like “Hey! I’m not the one with a spray tan…”
At the moment I got like 8 fans
9 if you counting my mom cause she the bomb
Where I’m from, everybody be bumping Nono song
And if you don’t, then you’re wrong
Been sleeping on me too long
Got so much more life to live but I can’t waste time
Cause lately that’s been slimmer than my waist line
People been talking with demons I cannot face mine
But all these people care about is if there’s a baseline

Can't Waste Time

Lyrics:

The smell of chicken fingers lingers when she end her shift
Bike to her apartment, climb the stairs up to the fifth
Sounds of gunshots at night got her frozen stiff
Can’t even lock the door, but at this point what’s the diff?
Everything that resembles golden has already been stolen
Her life is like bowling, just tryna get a strike
But she’s rolling down the gutter, rides to work on a bike
And her mans said that he love her, but then he went on a hike
Got no funds for her sons, to even catch a bus
So he walk miles to school by himself and plus
She gotta a baby girl, but can’t afford no daycare
So she leave her at home by herself to just stay there
Seeing bigger cars and houses got her jealous
But what are you supposed to do when your money spending is reckless 
Cashing out on a necklace
Popping pills so she ain’t restless
Smoking weed until she’s breathless
What she needs is to not feel helpless
Like she don’t need to work 3 jobs just to get by
Like she don’t need to smoke and do drugs just to get high
Like she don’t need balls just to make it to first base
Like she don’t need to stall just to make it to first place
She grew up in an environment where she couldn’t cry and vent
Pregnant at 15, kicked out the house, she been defiant since
Lying to her own children, saying she’s making a killing, 
then crying because of the feeling that praying hasn’t been healing
And the ceiling banging louder than the slam of the door
Cause what she sees as her roof is somebody else’s floor
Lost her confidence cause as a kid she was called a whore
And the consequence is that she never wanted more
Many people live like this on a daily in silence
Without a license, others resort to violence
But we need to pull each other up and show each other guidance
Tighten our bonds, make our voices louder than sirens


Sirens blare in your head
On the grind for the bread
Take a sec, to dissect
What you do, for that check

Sirens blare in your head
On the grind for the bread
Take a sec, to dissect
What you do, for that check

Chicken Fingers (feat ViVi)

Listen to this on loop with your eyes closed and try to figure out where the song ends and begins.

Lyrics:
Shoulda Known
Shoulda Known
This is where it all goes wrong
Shoulda Known
Shoulda known
This is how I end up alone
Shoulda Known
Shoulda known
Feeling dumb hand me a cone
Shoulda Known
Shoulda known
Damn I really shoulda known

Shoulda known by the tone
By the way that she talk on the phone
Ain’t No passion in her moan
Hates my rapping off the dome
But I’m not stapping no capping I own
Everyone nappin on me in their home
Google my name up Safari or Chrome
Soon I’ll be swerving in Raris that chrome
Losing my flow someone hand me my comb
or hand me the mic
I swing at the ball and there’s never a strike
except when it’s bowling controlling my psych
I’m folding these papers they golden and bright
Molding my lyrics each time that I write
Hoping they hear it when the time is right
Growing so fearless like bats in the night
Showing my spirit I think that I might
Life gets fucked and you wish you had the vision
in the past to cast a wish and change it fast 
the gas transmission 
make it last, surpass your mission
space is vast so pass the distance
Existance change in an instance
It’s strange how we been resistant
Life gets fucked and you wish you had the vision
in the past to cast a wish and change it fast 
the gas transmission 
make it last, surpass your mission
space is vast so pass the distance
Existance change in an instance
It’s strange how we been resistant

Shoulda Known
Shoulda Known
This is where it all goes wrong
Shoulda Known
Shoulda known
This is how I end up alone
Shoulda Known
Shoulda known
Feeling dumb hand me a cone
Shoulda Known
Shoulda known
Damn I really shoulda known

Shoulda Known

Lyrics:

Been doing this all my self
I don’t ask for no one’s help
When I talk to someone else
Look in their eyes, I can tell
That they wanna be turning
Like I’m just one person
I’m supposed to be twice the man that I was
I feel like half
I try to tell em,They all laugh
it ain’t working, I’m one person

Why does it feel like I’m in high school? Why am I worried bout if people think that I’m cool?
I got a whole lot mo to show fo many mo
You don’t know Nono, I been so low
For my whole damn life now
I guess forever means a slight frown
Questioning if it’s genuine what I write down
I miss biking on the road
Parents want me to behave, but I wanna be Hov
Hitting notes til my grave, on my grades teachers wrote
My jokes got class in a rave, rolling on the floor
Can opportunity knock without a door
You tryna be yourself
I’m tryna be someone more

Been doing this all my self
I don’t ask for no one’s help
When I talk to someone else
Look in their eyes, I can tell
That they wanna be turning
Like I’m just one person
I’m supposed to be twice the man that I was
I feel like half
I try to tell em, it ain’t working
They all laugh, like I’m one person

“Look at all his cool stuff
I wish I was him”
Bet if you were me
You wish you wasn’t