Track about reminiscing. Go check out https://soundcloud.com/rabitrup he made the beat. 

LYRICS:
Happiest days uneventful, my day to day feeling stressful,
my vertebrae feeling pretzeled, disassembled. 
The meddling with the cake 
made em food for the devil. 
With my mains feeling rebels 
When we take from an L rolled, get baked, 
never break molds, like they told us what they say. 
Was it always this way?
 I close up as I take a long walk down this lane 
like Nas talked and what brought up 
came to soften up my nausea. Before I lost ya 
before I lost you, and you, and you, and all of them 
like when I was ten with the phlegm playing pretend 
tryna get an absent on school attendance. 
Back then moms said that all her threats
 she always meant them, scrambled eggs soft as heaven
 then she said with confidence you got blessed intelligent
 so why you stressing. Left a kiss on my forehead 
from the lipstick; quartet how the strings stressed, 
we marionettes. And I got prepped for this performance 
heard that she’d say yes from an informant. Let’s get going

Day and night that you and I still exist, it’s a gift, I put the ribbon in the sky that one time, I’ll relive it (X4)

Till I’m frigid, hedonistic, still elicit truest bliss. 
Like can we kick it like Q tip? Was kinda timid, 
wrote a note with two tick boxes
 and I slipped it to the front and she was giggling. 
All or nothing, it was coming 
like Busta look I got ya if you got me like Tariq and Jill Scott
the thump felt like a kick that’s from Rhonda 
hit her in the clock, that’s the ticker, the off pisser.
Her first love and never missed her when I broke it all off. 
Gloves off, cupid's quiver ain’t got shots enough, you lost me.
The thought is sort of foggy but that spot in time felt lovely.
My confidants exhaust me, got me gassed, none can touch me.
But alas it all passed what’s the haps? My time elapsed,
that’s my running back, I’d go a quarter back
if there was a chance
 to the grass, parks, and laughs. 
Pass the L, I’m back. 
Was just thinking back, can’t live in the past
or you start living trapped.
Relive to depict and not draw it blank

I'll Relive It (Prod. by rabitrup)

Produced by: (https://soundcloud.com/pauli-niemi)

LYRICS:
Wanna know what it’s like 
to dream every night 
about people and times 
I didn’t leave behind 
no more tears in my eye, 
dry like my pocket lining 
missed my timing maybe. 
Rewinding the songs you liked from the 80s
reminds me 
you’d take me riding we’d escape 
I’m still trying, trying to find a way
think I’ll never be the same 
tryina calm my shakes
tryna find my way 
tryna find motivation 
tryna break my own portraying 
with patience. Mothers I’ll keep failing 
I hope she’s still surveying 
I don’t think she’d be ok with what I made me 
I’m angry half the time 
The rest I wanna die 
nothing makes me wanna try 
I keep pushing shit aside 
I keep writing lines just like this 
‘bout when times were the nicest 
And how I’m losing sight of it 


In the pen and paper I withdraw
if I knew later I’d seesaw 
between failure, inability, and faith 
did life really betray me? 
thinking maybe I’m the one that’s shaky
too unstable, wavy. 
With a stream of conscious on a stalemate 
Can’t function but to sail away
 from people who trusting, till they fade away 
only see ‘em in my thoughts right before I wake
hope my soul worth saving, 
hope my heart stops aching.
Hope I make it.

hope i make it (prod. by slipfunc)

Produced by JHall: (https://soundcloud.com/prod503)

LYRICS: 
Heart out the chest, Davy Jones in the flesh. 
Every death off screen. Tryna beat the set up 
they set up for me. They said I could be a leader. 
At best 
I could bleed by the liter and get 
mentioned by newsreaders for a sec.
Police inspections where I was bred 
always lead to dead ends and misdirection 
back then they knew how it went
in a game that left bleeding refs; no stretchers left 
and you get the message.
Closest cousin to death in your head 
you zombies. 
Dead friends that’s phantom pain, Konami
 but all the laws won’t disbar me 
maybe its karmic. Gotta be, at least partly. 
So I keep one eye open like Kaneki.
Ten on my feet and hell underneath. 
genetically meant to be the enemy. 
To reach 23 looking bleak. 
Sobriety getting hard to keep.
Nothing next to me but empty seats.

Your crew roll deep
‘til the deep end.
Where I be.
Davy jones,
My graves deepen.
Davy Jones,
Never sleeping. (x4)

Mahogany boxes and aristocracies profit. 
The dichotomy augments. 
Reconnaissance you got wrong
as congress sings along 
moving guns, trauma and raw; 
strong E coli gone formaldehyde
in my mind with the aroma of sulfide combined.
I’m in the confinements of the good fight.
No mean left I ain’t mike, with no means left go get iron.
Getting by underhanded, or sleight of hand it. 
I’m just tryna be candid.
Drowned tryna reach Atlantis.
Davy Jones or I’m cracking.

Davy Jones (prod. by JHall)

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