Take Me Away

Take Me Away (feat. Lia Butler)

Let's get to it
Alright
Lwandle told me I was the chosen one
I was doing everything I could
To run away from it
Cause I understood the responsibility
That came with it
Hmm
Look at me know
I'm tapping in youth
Through these audios
I was pacing from the truth
But it was my destiny
Making this music was just my back flow
I might smoke a blunt
But I will never touch an Adderall
Cause focusing is the last thing I'm tryna focus on
Overly focused
Way more dedicated
Then I was before
And
Change is pain
And I been hurting
Guess what
I'm changing
Flipping pages
I ain't the same
I'm growing baby
These niggas is stressed
They see progress baby
I'm playing chess
And calculating move
As I move
And she's Erykah
But don't spell budas
I hold weight my nigga
Like King Zanzou
I kaint change
There's honestly no time for that
So love me the way I am or leave me alone
Don't be outchea playing with you
Cause I love playing too
I be making way
My own way
Black glove on
No Oj
I'm okay
Believe me I ain't do it
Watch your tone
Cause it might Messi in here
No but nigga from Barcelona
Mxm eish PSG
Sweating out the negativity
I'm in the sona
Ke chipi le wena
Wabona umabebeza
Uyakhala
Sekhonakele
Ngize lana nezami
Che pat
One side
You can never catch me offside
4 deep in 325i
We came for the whole pie
We ain't leaving
Nathin' nex
She was rocking all black
I thought she was nun
Facts
When last you hear a nigga
Spit a flow like this
I was bit agitated
But now I'm actually pissed
You know how much we dun did for the block
That's why I be on the block milli rocking now
Hit the crib
Pull my Bible out
And have myself a coffee
I be chilling bro
Really at peace
It's not for the weak though
So understand
Once in a while
I do pull up to the cookouts
She said because I'm broke
No cap behind that
That ain't a joke
But i'm on my way
So shit might as well embrace it
Sip it out the bottle yeah
We might not even chase it
I Put the P on the pendant
Ma making macaroni
And we ain't even dating
I put the E on Engine
You put the E on effort
Shit we outta drank
We on E
No pun intended
Send me money when you get this shawty
Daddies On E

Pope out

Go go
Scrrrrrrr
Yeah
East side
On The Eastside

Cellar Freestyle .

i hate thinking ‘bout it… hold me!

Poppin W/Lobey J & Sour Chronic(prod Beatsbycap,Cool T Musiq&Junior Milano)

Lesbian Tea Party

StrifeorStrive

Groovy piano house – smooth, surreal, with soft group humming, jazzy piano solos, and dreamy late-night vibes, Lyrics are playful, poetic, and full of absurd 3 a, m, questions, Gentle 90s-style house groove with expressive piano and mellow rhythm

🎹 Genre: Groovy Piano House / Dreamy 90s House / Surreal Electro-Pop
Vibe: Smooth, surreal, late-night, poetic, quirky

A smooth and surreal groovy piano house track with soft group humming, jazzy piano solos, and dreamy late-night vibes.
Playful, poetic lyrics full of insomnia thoughts and absurd 3 a.m. questions.
Gentle 90s-style house rhythm with expressive melodies and hypnotic flow.
This is a love letter to the strange beauty of being awake when the world is asleep.

Lyrics: 

Tick… tick… tick…
It’s 3:00 a.m. again.
No sheep. No sleep.
Just me and my brain.
Thinking weird again.

Wide awake like a disco ghost,
Eyes on the ceiling, I miss my toast.
Thought I saw a cloud shaped like a shoe —
Now I’m wondering… how worms say “I do”?

Lost my mind in a midnight spill,
Google asked me if I need a quill.
Sudden urge to change my will —
And hey...
Is there a papermill in Chile still?

Dreams got stuck on a hamster wheel,
Brain’s doing laps like a restless eel.
What’s the tax rate on a daffodil?
Tell me now or never will.
Am I the egg, or just the shell?

Three a.m. revelations…
A sudden fear that ducks might judge me.
What if my toaster is in love with the kettle?

What if… I am… the kettle?

Found a sock in the microwave,
Tried to blink myself into a cave.
Did I ever pay that parking fine?
Wait — did Plato like red wine?

Should I text my ex about frogs?
Did Napoleon ever pet some dogs?
Where's my birth cert — where’d it go?
Is my fridge light part of a show?

Who prints dreams on a nightly bill?
Why’s my brain such a rebel still?
Do worms have free will?
Are they monogamous or just chill?
Need a love doc — call Dr. Phil.

Do pigeons pay an airspace bill?
Or sleep in boots on windowsill?
Why can’t I just be still?
At least I’ve got time to chill —
And write this song about nothin’ real.

Zzzzz…
...Is there a papermill in Chile still?

3 A.M. Groove

W A T E R  I N  T H E  S I N K

Snakin’ feat. Kodeinekate (Prod.NGBK)

ghetto [ bonu$ tracK ]

AGAIN w/ TAI + SKAI & SHELANTI

i hate thinking ‘bout it… hold me!

Saidhe

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