BEAT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP2kSTLmr-8 (produced by LethalNeedle)

LYRICS:
Sometimes I think how I finna make it
At times I want to get a degree, at times I just want to be famous 
I’m not complaining ‘bout my situation
I got champagne, caviar, taking it like some medication

Other peoples’ train of thoughts be, like, hella basic
I got an endless track, chilling my basement
I be on cadence, sitting laying different laddies
That’s lie: I really don’t got time for playing

I be in the studio, where I be the realest
Where I spit bars or study for physics
Actually, I gotta question the class
Would I attract more chick if I was bigger in mass?

If that’s the case, fuck you, of course
I will accelerate so I can hit you with force
Yeah, shoutout to Newton
For giving me equations that I can then turn into music
 
(Chorus)

No silly games, I don’t do that mess
I said good-bye to Switch and I said hello to chess
Unless, l jump in with the fucking mad flow
I am player one, super smashing fat hoes

Wait, come back I be slapping all foes
I’ll call those who be smoking up in condos 
Some people even refer me as Jon Jones
Leaving my cell with peoples’ bodies all broke

Or just ankles, I hit you with the step back, pump fake
Pivot, all in just one play
Get a GPS ‘cuz you were not found
And when I’m defending it’s like the corona: lockdown

In other words, when I’m there with the rock
I’m a bull running at full force, dare you to stop
I’ll spare you a lot, really I do not care if you’re not
Feeling it, I follow you through the stairs to the top ‘cuz
 
(Chorus)

In theory, I should be studying right now
Outlining some essays all with my buddies right now
In practice, I’m loading clips up with ammo
Showing soldiers how to really get bodies, I’m Rambo 

Don’t even need guns, using whips like in Jango
From across the pond I can extinguish a candle
Listen, if there’s something that I can’t handle
Is letting some randos say what I cannot, what I can do

‘Cuz I’m a freebird
If you can’t listen put some reverb
Class in session, you know I’m putting me first
I’m schooling y’all, better than most teachers

Shit, the bell’s off
But there is so much I couldn’t tell y’all
I guess I’ll have to pay it back
I gotta go, I don’t want to be late to class

Procrastinating Flow

BEAT: youtube.com/watch?v=RU06xAMLRy8 (produced by Stoic)

LYRICS:
Feeling it in my chest I’m not that used to it
Who is this chick that I am currently losing with?
That is it, I don’t know, I just call it “stupidness”
Proving being gloomy is truly, fully, just ludicrous 

Skipping too far ahead, ripping a box of lead
Writing what I’m feeling before I get too much lost in bed
I might takeoff instead, jump in the Honda Civic
Transforming myself to what she putting on the Pintrest

Woah, slow down
There is no need to be lost if you will be found
You need a queen to go give you a gold crown
Nah, what’s that? I think I need to find a different soul now

Get a different goal now, living up in the old rounds
But for now, that is okay
I just hope that tomorrow’ll be a good day
And that I can finally find out what’s my soul… trait

I guess this is just another lost cause, Mr. Paine
All you people don't know about lost causes
Mr. Paine does

What’s my soul trait? Finna show they 
Be really wrong when I cold play
Or play cold on days I be feeling down
If this is getting repetitive, here’s a different sound

Let me guide you through my day, this is fun to see
Wake up, eat, take shower, and brush my teeth
Driving fast to my class while I’m writing lyrics
Riding past all the blocks when the vibe is killing

But what I’m feeling is filled to the brim with challenges
I’m back in this vicious cycle who captures all averages
Who be acting so carelessly even when they are battling
Monsters who be so threatening, scary like even Ganon be

I don’t know what to be, now that my A is gone
So I’ll give it to thee to see where I belong
I didn’t find my trait, so you best believe
I’ll instead find a soulmate so I can rest in peace

Soul Trait

BEAT: youtube.com/watch?v=aRMfRk23Pa0 (produced by Stoic)

COVER: @gabrielalucn (Instagram)

LYRICS:
Check it, I’m living life ’til the conclusion
Crusing through the city, might show you what I’m doing
I’m losing, but I really try and doing nothing stupid
I’m assuming that you know me, homie, so there’s no confusion

But lowkey, when was the last time that you heard of me
Going to university, inside, is hurting me
Leaving behind the ones that really mean the world to me
I guess I’m gonna go and see

What’s the deal? what am I gonna feel now?
Like, for real, I think that I be still bound
To friends and family, happily I got the rapping thing
Going for me, so I can control emotions so casually

Manipluting the vocabulary to pass time
Even in sad vibes, that’s right

Listen, one day I marry someone’s bad daughter
But now I’m scribbling feelings on my pad like I’m a mad author
Come back, baller, I got more stuff to say
I just swing it behind the back like I’m the man Crawford

Yeah, I be rapping like that, I’m that bossing
K, take a sec right now
I’ll put to rest and I’ll bet my crown
I might be next, I’ll confess, I’m the best I found

The flow that I be showing is holy and unequivocally
Coldest and I know that all of the suckers feeling me
With the Chilli Beans shades on and a fishing pole
Enjoying life before I’m really old

Manipluting the vocabulary to pass time
Even in sad vibes, that’s right

Don’t cross line, just cross bridges
Run whatever race as my ankles twitches
But I want one thing before pursuing riches
A room for me and a whole lot of… wishes

So where’s the genie? It’s easy
Now I’m copping whatever TV that we see
I’ll pay it in cash, like that, don’t need no receipt
So please believe me, I don’t know what’s in my cup, I’ll just call it Reese’s

What am I gonna feel now?
Sometimes I really think that I be still bound
To the memories depicted in this rapping thing
But at least it looks like I do this all casually

Manipluting the vocabulary to pass time
Even in sad vibes, that’s right

It doesn’t matter, you can have it your way
Back in the day, I wasn’t rapping per se
I was just, writing random words straight up in my phone
Trying to make punchlines typing in RhymeZone

Now it’s fine, though, stacking up my dough
I’m balling with the fly Js, but I ain’t Michael
Truly, me and these words go way back
But it seems I always got a bible the way that

The flow is holy, so show me who unequivocally
Is the coldest, ‘cuz I know that all of the suckers feeling me
With the Chilli Beans shades on and a fishing pole
Rapping like this until I’m really old

Manipluting the vocabulary to pass time
Even in sad vibes, that’s right

Lyrical John Wick, when with a pencil, no one can stop me
For you to even harm me you gon’ need an army
You know I don’t play, boy, so call me Carti
‘Cuz me rapping is packing a punch like I be playing zombies

In Call a Duty and you may see
That I’m bloodthristy, so I’ll drop the UAV
You okay, B? I got the fly sound
But there’s something I found out, like, right now

The flow might be holy, but it’s cold and blue
And pointless if I have no one to show it to
So shoutout to the boys, fam, and all my friends
I wish I had the time in life to be calling them

Manipulating the vocabulary to pass time
But now life will really flash by

Departure

BEAT: youtube.com/watch?v=ddgE12g5CL8 (produced by Txmmy Beats)

LYRICS:
How boom bap is classic, that’s it
On the track it’s mad wack to act rich
But the fact is, I’m not rapping shit to cash in
I started rapping at the back of the class, a sad kid

Frustrated at life, I created a type of way to fight the pain
I had a knife at aim at times, I say, it’s like I ate
Five grenades, blowing up, causing tight migranes

But now is different, ‘cuz now I gotta beard
Still hoping the thoughts stay the fuck out of here
I’m staying sober, but damn, I want a lot of beer
But I’m a man, so I cannot even just drop a tear

Or maybe that is something people be calling “fear”
It’s weird, ‘cuz when rapping the feelings disappear
It’s crystal clear: fuck therapy, that I’m calling for
While chilling inside my college dorm

What’s the saying, how’s it go?
“These will be the best years!”, I don’t know, are you sure?
What’s the saying, how’s it go?
“These will be the best years!”, I don’t know, are you sure?

What’s the saying, how’s it go?
“These will be the best years!”, I don’t know, are you sure?
What’s the saying, how’s it go?
“These will be the best years!”

Damn, they’ve always said, “be ready, G”
I didn’t know they were talking the chemistry
Sulfur, Hydrogen, Iodine, and Tennessine
I don’t know two “SHITs”, embarrasing 

I’ve never seen an engineer being stress free
It left me with a sense that be threatening 
Investing on my health, not a flex, B
It’s the way to keep my sanity at ease

Procrastinating to get up, get my material
I’m finding lots of things so trivial
Can’t follow the metric, it’s imperial
It’s surreal though, I am invisible

Starting tomorrow I will be back at it
I promise you, though, I won’t be half-assing
I’ll still relax, but there’s a fact, that is:
No matter what, I’ll keep boom bap classic

What’s the saying, how’s it go?
“These will be the best years!”, I don’t know, are you sure?
What’s the saying, how’s it go?
“These will be the best years!”, I don’t know, are you sure?

What’s the saying, how’s it go?
“These will be the best years!”, I don’t know, are you sure?
What’s the saying, how’s it go?
“These will be the best years!”

Best Years

I record in my bedroom with two pillows behind the mic. And I mix it in Garageband, usually getting the beats from other producers. This is my main hobby outside of work/study.

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