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Fuck This Game

You Were The Shit (In High Scchool)

(Prod. by Eric G.) (Additional vocals by Zoe Wick)

[Verse 1]

All these animals & peasants chase their capital investments, 
Vested interests I'm disinterested my patterns show obsession, 
An attic full of questions with no answers for the standards,
Just synapses lapses, passages, suggestions, past is present,
Man I hate the summer, so I stay inside days are numbered, 
They only trace the lines, my skies rain & thunder, 
Deface each other, rape & plunder, bases covered, 
On the basis that I'm basic, based in basins I'm too drained to slumber, 
I save the numbers of my dead friends it makes me wonder, 
Why it strangely comforts, my brains asunder, 
Under suns I've been taken under, made a hunter, 
Undertaken where the bugs & aphids clutter, 
Handshakes feel like cable jumpers,
I taste the sunburns but the tongue is rarely accurate, 
Compare the avarice to mine and I can't bare the wrath of it, 
I'm out of it but passionate, past a fist is a pacifist, 
A satirist Jonathan Swift, mental paralysis, 
I'm harlequin, walking dead, coughing phlegm no oxygen, 
Generation Y am I supposed to do it talk to them, 
I lost my innocence, drifted into the distance, 
Went from different to indifferent, get sickened by this existence, 
Mourning Glory…

I feel strangled by the chain that my father used to wear, 
It dangles by my heart it was the cross that he would bear, 
Every time I think of him I always go to reach for it 
‘Cause it reminds me of the sacred bond that we would share 
Before the costs I'd inherit, the talks that I'd cherish,
The loss of a parent made the loss more apparent, 
I'm lost in apparent paradox I can't escape or see, 
Between faith & grief, pain & ease, they made me pray and 
Place my knees on cinder blocks, break my teeth, and lick the scars
Make me eat this bitter heart ’til the taste gets sweet, 
I don't chase my drinks these days, 
I hate to sound cliche but it's cliche to say I hate to sound cliche, 
I may be breaking out these chains today, 
I'm finally free, amiss in this abyss I guess I'm spiraling, 
It's standard stuff, flashing floods, that's my blood you're siphoning, 
A side of me's beside itself for anchoring in hell, 
But I can't see the light I need to save me from myself 
It's Mourning Glory 

[Verse 2]

I got these bars in my head like I'm Phinneas Gage, 
This Gauge is on empty so gimme some space, 
Spaced out from the memories that didn't erase, 
Rays pound all around me kissing my face, 
Face down, down on my luck, lust for the crown, 
Crown in my cup, coupled amounts, mountains erupt, 
Ruptures I count, count-downs downtrodden 
Trot around downtowns til I drown in a bottle, like
And now I'm reading Walden, 
Walled-in like I'm sleeping in a coffin, 
Coughin' while I'm breathing in the toxins,
Talk sins when I'm needing to absolve them,
Themselves, set sail, cel-set, 
Hellbent, inhale, tell sins, 
Send tales of the tailspins
Tip scales, scale-skinned when the trail ends.

[Hook] 

She called me blue flower, more like morning-glory 
My port is storming every time she tries to ford it for me
They’re always warring on the inside
There’s morning-glory on the inside

[Bridge: Zoe Wick]

Can’t hurry the morning light
I tried with all my might
I’m hanging upside-down
Facing to the ground
’Til I bring back the fire

[Hook]

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Mourning Glory

(Prod. by S.A.T.)

[Hook]

Coming in waves, 
all different colors and shapes up in my face, 
flooded with hundreds of planes & none of em gray, 
everyone's summer it's strange

[Verse 1]

I am pathetic, cause I'm empathetic 
And hide in my head it's so minor 
The mind of a skeptic, lights are synthetic, 
They're everywhere vital and hectic, 
The highest aesthetics, a life that's systemic, 
High-lows are leveled in vibrant falsettos, 
The tidals lack titles but I won't forget it, no I won't forget it,
When I go to bed its so psychokinetic, 
I am antenna, ions and tenors, 
I'll light up the sky, like the eye of the nexus, 
Like Roman Polanski, I am The Tenant, 
To my own unconscious, I am dependent, 
Depends on perception, the pen can scripts tempests 
My temper’s tempestuous, excellent sounds
If I don't swim right the riptide will drift like Virginia’s 
I'll give in and then I’ma drown in the...

(Waves) 

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Animalistic, the phantoms are present, 
A precious example of tandem dimensions, 
My hands on a candle to cancel the shadows 
That saddled my mental, a sad I'll admit to,
A satellite signal emitting it's riveting, 
Stand at attention, the visuals vicious, 
My visions distorted this visage contorted, 
Of course it's a symptom I've been here before,
7 billion people, 14 billion faces, I don't want to meet a one, 
I'd rather sit inside my tomb where I bloom & I ruminate 
In a room with 8ths while the meter runs, 
Meet or run, watch the cumulus accumulate, 
Feel the rush, funerals accrue the weight 
When I’m in a state I hope it's deep enough, 
When the season comes to pursue the chase, 
I'll take it there, and wait till they’re coming in waves

[Bridge]

I’m wavy, everything is blurry on the daily
I’m way beyond what they’ve been on, 
they basic while I’m wavy.

[Hook]


Waves

Altars

Kaleidoscope

Weatherproof

Underground Rapstar

The Way Down (feat. Trizz )

Produced by The Virus and Antidote

Verse 1:

God kills the best of us
And leaves the rest to bury them 
This heart of darkness is charcoal art
Carcas carving marble for seraphims
My chest is pounding like an 808
I get so cloudy I could fade to grey
Aleister Crowley with the razor blades
Spray flames at fakes until they fade away, aye
Any minute ima immolate ‘em
My inner state stays in decay
Their shit is played out, my skin is splayed
24 ribs sit displayed
In a trophy case now
Scripted hit-lists in lowercase 
With a Pokerface out
I’ll show em the way down 

Verse 2 (Trizz): 

I got money so I don’t do much
You niggas be talking’ too much
I go toe-to-toe with myself in a rut 
I’m a nut give a fuck mama told me what’s up
These niggas don’t love us they out for the stunt 
If there’s funk tell them niggas to meet me out front
For some fame there’s a whole lot of dick they’ll suck
We do nothing but plot and do us
Me and some ghosts in a truck
We lurking for sinners who don’t know the word of the one
I’m a son of a gun that’ll bust if I’m touched 
We get ugly and handle our stuff
Type of fight is you down to put up?
If there’s beef call the cops if you ain’t gone pull up
When it’s all about drama be willing to jump
If there’s problems then solve them be willing to dump

Waves

SADISTIK

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