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Me and @tyriin
Produced by @cuboriginal
Album art by Noah Tager
soundcloud.com/cuboriginal

QUEST - Max Gertler & Tyrin (prod. CUB)

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Featuring: Just Cade

FOREVER

(This Is a Cry for Help)

Disclaimer

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prod. @amebaa // @bvg_productions // @maryjanexx

holed shoes {srs}

part 1: cold.

verse 1:

shit i’m drowsy and i’m dizzy, demon lips attempt to kiss me
i’m in the crosshairs of a scope but the bullets tend to miss me
why else you think i’m here? how else can i make it clear 
if i had the power to better the world, i’d fucking disappear 

stranded on a planet that don’t understand it
when i say i don’t want blood money within the cash i’m handed
keep my circle tight, always at a loss of friends
homicidal tendencies, i guess it all depends

i didn’t know that when i went to sleep, and then awoke
you wouldn’t be here in the morning, i’m losing hope 
another name only established in an echo, i can’t let go
this functions continue while ask who next tho

i cant ever be my name, jordanisdead must survive 
i’m living through my dreams cuz i’m fucking sleep deprived 
my soul can not belong to my employer 
i need a check but reality check, is a soul destroyer 

john wells was a mask, ever since my crash 
i’ve been living half
the life i’m destined to, a life of destitute 
one more moment of chaos before i’m resting too

i’m arrested too, trapped within my room
your ghost’s approaching me, this blanket is a tomb
my soul reflecting silhouettes
you say to just reset, i just need some pillow rest 

not gonna end that way, not gonna end today
no it’s not gonna end today
there’s so resentment i have tied to your shadows
i got shackled arms, and battle scars i’ve never had those

i’ve been praying for the numbers to rise 
validation in statistics, capture my lost pride
i release non profit but i need a raise ive been counting plays 
how the fuck can noname complain, when there’s people at her stage 

i’ve been talking to myself for 5 years 
can’t erase your memory, it’s like both of my eyes pierced
a soulless poet, i can out rhyme all of my peers
i fantasize a planet cuz i am not alive here

part 2: holed shoes

verse 1:

holed shoes, and i’m stepping through the puddles
all the homies seek to huddle but i’m digging through the rubble 
tryna find and salvage what once was 
but i now realize that this puddle contains blood
￼
there’s nothing left to reflect
my vision of what i consider to be rest
my vision of what i consider to be peace 
if solace was in you, i’d watch you leave 

i wouldn’t chase you, i couldn’t blame you 
cuz you sing the song of freedom that i sang too
how could i blame you? can’t care for you, i’m living through 16’s
16 lines to hide the fear that’s in my dream 

on some dilla shit, the realest shit 
drowning out the fear the lives beyond the little kiss
that’s imprinted on my cheek, the freedom that i seek
perhaps the same as steez, i just need a mind at peace

part 3: idfk 2

verse 1:

all my efforts are meant to prevent strain in relationships
that’s the first difference between us, you would call that basic shit 
i don’t know when arrogance became your output 
but that’s all that i sense within your soul, i hate to doubt you 

but you and i was do or die now i threw the tie 
maybe giving a fuck about you, is suicide 
cuz i, don’t know who you care about, your source of pride
ain’t apparent, i cant find compassion in your tired eyes 

you speak of loyalty but i know you wont hesitate
to never talk to me again, you can’t resistate 
a breathless body once their soul has been escaped
for my sake, return to who you were, before we arrived at where we came 

unless you are who are, then you don’t have to change 
and i know you won’t, cuz neither of us wanna stay the same 
you and i were meant to grow, maybe not together 
even though you’re someone i’ll treasure forever

spotify :)

holed shoes {srs}

high on u

Song lyrics:

I’m just sitting here feelin kinda restless 
But I guess I’ll light a cig man that’s the best shit 
If it wasn’t killing me it’d be the best shit 
The best things always come as the worst shit 

And I’m,Tryna decided, What I wanna do with my damn life 
almost 25 I’ll have no damn insurance 
God I hope this music wheel really starts turning 
I’ve been working, I’ve be grinding and I’m never gonna stop 
I can’t take the fucking option of a 9-5 job 
I need money, I need diamonds livin comfortably 
Drop the top on the whip, just to catch a breeze 

Got a little bit gold in my right pocket 
Got a lot of fucking goals and you can’t stop me 
Like the 96 bulls it was destiny 
Y’all can’t even keep up I’m at light speed 

Facing blunts with my brothers 
We ain’t never pass it like we jr at the buzzer 
Wearin ray bans undercover 
Want the beat, cut the mustard 
Want my jewels and the Custer 

And she got a cute face (damn)

And that ass is like a hippo 
I like my girls a lil thicker cause they know to deep throat
Throwin money in the air like a fucking free throw 
Play that ass just like a snare like my name was Ringo

Young boy walking like he a king
Got a little bit ice and he rocking supreme 
Think he all high and mighty no he can’t come down 
But little does he know I’m inchin closer every day coming round coming round 

And I ain’t doin nothing that’s frowned against 
I’m just simply makin better song cadences 
I’m just simply doin what I was meant to do 
Ain’t my fault that I turned out to be better then you (X2)

And I’m so high 
Banking on the dreams of the starlife
Fuck supreme and the bape
Want the dolce and gabbana 
Want the Gucci and the parada 
Can’tchu see I got no other options 

Made a little bit of money now I’m 
starving 
For a little bit of green 
Like a Martian 
Want everyday to feel unique 
I’m tryna make a masterpiece 
I wanna make my own damn recipe 

Gotta make a big impression it’s the final hour 
Gotta make a bigger entrance kickin down the door with some fucking power 
Everybody’s head turning quicker then a fucking owls 
Put the work in did my hunnind thousand hours 

I want the Grammies and the crowds chanting out my name 
I’ve been scratching for so long my nails are starting to bleed
Feelin like I’m home alone everybody just forgot me  

Chorus 

Ain’t my fault that I turned out to be better then you (x2)

Ain’t my fault that I turned out to be better then you
man I wanna fucking reach the top be all the news 
Everybody wanna call me cause I’m on my way up 
Sit alone on the top I don’t give a fuck 

Put it down on my tab 
Blow a stack at the bar 
Let me go out shopping for a brand new car 
Let me have some gold teeth 
Let me buy a nice chain 
Let me wear all designer like a walking runway 

Yeah 
I’m just sitting here feelin kinda restless 
But I guess I’ll light a cig man that’s the best shit 
If it wasn’t killing me it’d be the best shit 
I swear to god The best things always come as the worst shit

Restless

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