SOLAR is baked in the sun. impulsive creativity over brash and bulky beats, but that’s the flavor of it. sprinkles of talk about money & love along with a good helping of flexing. it’s playful, fun, exciting. a reminder to not take things so seriously. and to go outside!!! soak up the sun! to me, this project is a snapshot before i go on to the bigger plans i have for my music. i hope you all enjoy this taste of ideas i’ve put down.

SOLAR

bug juice

you win!

what a real butterball

featuring the one and only Cake! https://soundcloud.com/hicake


butterball, huh..
psycho killer bite the talking heads
mic killer the UAGH, white coco dealer sellin blizzards o sawdust (it could not get realer than this) yeah, and u fish filet wickas get pressed like panini, sword sliced the air i pulled out the nana, the bitch made’s get flicked we the best that’s on my nini and my opa and my, third eye open wide, that’s on my chakras
say it witcha chest don’t get congested, crumpled up rumpelstiltskin fortresses, convicted of four raw felonies, the test is, the funny thing is, nah i ain’t gon say shit yo ass gon get offended HAHA,
yo auntie give the wettest neck, that’s proba, bly, the reason i’m more of a fa ther figure to ya, knockin at ya (sound effect) na we don’t call collect, yea we neck slicers big dice rollin, ain’t no pig gon sniff round my truffles, big rounds in the duffel, i got my ducks in a row, duffy, yeaint takin mine till i’m on death row, dummy, AUGHHH

new bag, im splurgin it
who’s gal im flirtin with?
suck my dick so good im like got damn! you dirty bitch
good job, pat her on the back
got dreads now the white boys think im sellin crack ohhh nooooo
walk the bullpup, gas powered, goin for a stroll 
pitchin blue wit the jesse pinkman hello kitty phone
el camino - zoom zoom 
two hundred fifty k that i blew through 
homicide investigation, blue’s clues
revive a nigga, need a Who’s Who
die rise, die lit
new blick, die bitch, silence.
keltec out the Benz CLS
gettin money nigga, visa vi - vamanos pest
duke nukem in a dress
perfect dark falcon 2, it’s suppressed 
DK mode, wit yo giant ass head (UGLY ASS NIGGA)
fuck a bullet, this a cannon ball, rachel alucard
unidentified man at large, stay in, lock your doors
harry rogers how i stay wit bars
i don’t play at all nigga get up off my dick
michael b jordan boutta play me in a motherfuckin biopic
costarring noname as my bitch 
ughhghggghgggg
cake!

BUTTERBALL (feat. Cake!)

thank u eli for mixing

❣️

i live my life in re verse
i lcd my soundboard
i lsd my problems
like this boy lookin concerned
i fix, up soundwaves up the bass now up the face drink the drink down the tube ate the cake, face the matrix
sip, sippin, sip dip lip wit a little bit of spit call my bitch my bitch she don’t throw fits
catch my kiss lil bitch
isaid catch my kiss lil bitch

lily pad blunt wraps,
dip my toes in the koi pond
i could teach you to relax
in the yves of the dawn, me!
drops on the sand
that’s on the frogs
i could reach into your life
i could free you, absolve your sins

roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice
x3
roll the dice

double stack the cards the aces stuck under my sleeve, i’m, cashin out my luck my face is right in front of your beams
might, take a chance wit me! might take a chance wit me!
navigate the skies! feel the wind between your eyes!
roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice!
i told you twice i done it three times already
mirror back your thoughts, i wanna see inside your mind
here wit you im not lost, baby we're in our prime!

i live yo mama reverse

yes i am a libra

ty https://soundcloud.com/wylerg for mix

LIBRA SEASON

she grabbin on my globulars

thank u wylerg + wonder
https://soundcloud.com/iwonderland
https://soundcloud.com/wylerg

goose knuckles + wonder (wylerg)

colorblind out now!
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i cant even fit the lyrics

rockin on this shit i put rockets in my lunchbox, little rock in my shoe, kick em out told em to go get the toolbox, monkey wrench a bitch boy dressed in rick got this bitch drenched send me the beat ima drag it to my desktop
buckin on this shit like a horse pockets is incredible, set off a flare send me a message morse code,
some of these people is poor unh cuz u can’t do nun with that pencil
i been countin up the points
stockin on that boy
christmas stockings on the floor
pyeom rockets at that boy, rockets at that boy
wait, wait wait
i put perkys in my spinach
lurkin in the dark then we hit a mark 6 ima go cash out my winnings
huhhhhhh, i done gave that boy prescriptions i done fucked up on my lenses i don’t focus on the bitches, (gibberish idk)
two pack in my drawers lifted
is u kiddin me, riddle me this, how u get so broke that quick, hm, busy as a beeotch drownin in my piss, piss, pissin on that bitch, bite a chunk right off my bitch, double dutch my neckalace, i been hearin all the shit you talk, wock, trix, sip drank, piss stank, kissin cups, hit my membrane, browsing trousers on the internet, bowser flame, hide the shit before the pigs come browsin in this thang, come browsin in this thang, i been sippin on that drank
wait, wait i thought the song’s over, wait i have to keep rappin, AUGH
crazy like a cat lady
i’m batshit, bet my pistol taste like laffy taffy
bitch taste it, face this, move matrix i’m floating though your field of vision space coupe with the lasers
inject the slime into my blood i be slidin with my slugs never on time its no rush for me, bitch i know my thugs will die for me-kinda guys ima know for life-lined up poles on me got stripes, tony tiger i put two tone diamonds up up on my ice ice ice ice,
baby i had to pay the price, she lookin at me i said aight, cool fucked this bitch all night, then she told me i changed her life ooh she trippin talkin all night,
i told her ima dark magician, she used to be a devout christian,
doubled up my digits switch it up bitch, rick owens on my butt, i don’t owe a bitch shit, huh, what the fuck
oceans of the juice sippin, leaf blowin dat lil bitch away, forrest gump ima run this shit, YEAHH
with my two color switch stuck in the spectrum don’t know, what these boys spectin i still up the scope in position, medusa head my shoes, sippin on some juice swear it be talkin to me i’m attentively listening
pissin on these bitches, i be pissin on these bitches, i’m too pissed for this shit, bought a new wrist for my bitch put a bitch on top of that bitch, thats a bitch… sandwich
i’m actually colorblind by the way, deuteronopia or something like that, i don’t even know, don’t send me those fucking circle things though, swear to god
at this point you don’t even have to listen you can just, you can just turn-you can just go to the next track bruh, i don’t even care, ight whatever, i’m goin
lay.. serz i seeing straight through yo hologram, bitch, yea we heard, i said give me some space like an alien,
wait, i need to drop some classics wanna feel like i’m killacam, bitch, stirrr the pot i finna give u this purple potion this purple potion, yea this purple potion
dis shit hurt, tired of carrying the whole game on my back, i already got all these boulders on my neck, come on, you can’t even copy my tracks, she gave me the sloppiest sack, dih bih get to hoppin like its a potato race, fuck is up with that, fuck is up with that
i focus on the bag, i give a little bit, back to the rats, 
i ride with a touille, eat up, the kaas, feel like i’m remy, i suck up on ha tit, hm, (TURN IT UPP) beatin the booty up with my bat, reachin right through me like i am vision bitch i step on solid grass, couple steppas big sippas yea we known for breakin up the glass, i been giving big bands backhand to a bitch, look like, mrs pacman this a big ass ratchet for my hands here hold it, lil pissant kiss ass, throw some rocks on my boys lookatem glisten

REDRUM/LASERS

CHANDELIER + cake!

Z2 + wonder (fumi)

CRAWFISH SEASON

WINDOWSILL

NERDS ROPE

BEAT THE BRAKES

BAD TO THE BONE

mixed by rickytokyo

late last evening
ooh i should be seething
blacked out in the backseat tinted so nobody can see in, bein, extra cautious with the link, meet him where there’s barely connection, he get me one bar no drink, smell like the cleaners, i don’t deal with inbetweeners better treat me with respect, wife beater on my chest underneath this MJ vest, i could give a fuck but i can tell he was impressed, look to my left, text buzz in my bag, checked it took a double take cuz i seen a black blur past, befuddled, assumed my glasses dirty it’s expected, but i seen a puddle with the reflection of a cat, mm i dont really know bout that, think somebody’s messin with my- boom, pop pow
splashed me uh, flashin lights n cash is swirling bags up in the air, smell of hot ash is burning from the tip of my glock, squeezed it on accident shot his stomach churning up acid, its like i been right in this spot befooore
plus my own bug juice spillin on my cash on the floor,
but from where i was standing i could see everything from afar, its like i had the eyes of the black cat, its like i been right in this spot before, my jaw dropped and rolled out to the door, couldn’t talk i was gobstopped to the core, its cuz i been right in this spot for sure, in short, i’m still the missing person on the cops report

check the report, massadu, he’s still missin
black cat on the scene, that’s not all that was left of him
he pissed himself, missus said she had found his belt, this dont make sense pass it to kel, hm, there’s no loops on this belt, the hell, no loops on a belt? she said, it was on sale, wait, whaddya mean sale, hm, who did you tell?
kel, how many times have i told you i talked to the cops and to the cops only, turned every leaf over i showed my location at the time of the murder

hmm, murder you say? hey, kel, take her away, bring her in cuffs to the station seems i’ve got some investigating to- eww, stepped on a mattress and from the seams it leaked bug juice, took a second to look at my shoe and saw a black cat in the room
pop pow
splashed me uh, flashin lights n bats are twirling backwards in the air, smell of hot ash is burning from the sight of this witch, this feels like a bad trip, ohh its cuz i’ve been right in this spot before

its my own bug juice spillin with my back to the floor,
from where i was standing i could see everything from afar, its like i had the eyes of the black cat, its like i been right in this spot before, my jaw dropped and rolled out to the door, couldn’t talk i was gobstopped to the core, its cuz i been right in this spot for sure, in short, i’m the second missing person on the cops report

BLACK CAT

featuring cake!
https://soundcloud.com/hicake

coast 2 coast couch surfin

candlelit + cake!

right now

splat

geox

insect

go (prod. MBRK)

jaloers

perplex

redboy x iso 3g - sisyphus (MBRK)

OCT 16

rocket!

im sorry

strawbri <3

soundcloud.com/lucio-dominice
rip lucio soundcloud

game over + lucio

game over+*slowed~

damn i just wanna have my friends come over again

nobody asked freestyle

bigbadshawty

𝐈 𝐀 𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃

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prod. timothy bright

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↓  lyrics  ↓ 
pull the trigger back, watch the bullets smack his throat dog x3
where's timothy at??

*inhale*
hot like a furnace i’m spittin im burnin i’m psycho i might put the knife to the curtain its certain
workin i’m warming up pourin that double cup swervin i don’t give a fuck bout a person
string em rotisserie chicken yo bit lick my finger cuz she like my singing my wrist is tectonic the size of a continent, I AM DETERMINED

baby come and hop up in this mercedes
she a bad model BITCH dressin like she from the 80s
i heard that yo gramama pussy is tasty
i heard that to gramama pussy go crazy

and i still hit that shit like i’m lazy
mmmy neckalace is icey like cryotherapy
don't don’t even talk to me u is a premature baby
can’t even look up in my eyes i’m a a optometrist
she lookin up at my dick i guess she a a optimist
i give my babies to all these bitches i am a communist
bury my bone up in yo bitch i am the archaeologist
i called her a bitch she muthafuckin mad bitch that’s a compliment

pull up inna all black suburbanban
don’t be mad that i’m grindin i see yo pockets is hurtin better go do somethin bout that
cuz i’m lil boosie wit that gat kick curbs to yo head den i’m skrrtin its a little concernin way i’m flirting with yo bitch she flirt back

uh uh uh
hot like a furnace i’m spittin im burnin i’m psycho i might put the knife to the curtain its certain
workin i’m warming up pourin that double cup swervin i don’t give a fuck bout a person
string em rotisserie chicken yo bit lick my finger cuz she like my singing my wrist is tectonic the size of a continent, i am determined

redboy

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