stealing from rav (ft. GRIM & PR6STON)

Goodbye to luck.:

anywe.. lyrics~

My sweet seventeen 
My poor teen has collapsed
Got no more regrets to grieve 
(Goodbye my safety, goodbye my children)
Move on I am sorry
Just deal with it 

Goodbye seven 
(You were pretty lucky)
I could’ve severed you at any
(Given)
M-m-moment
Do you think I’m that stupid?
Think I would just let
Emotions control me?
Goodnight to those nasty pheromones 
They’re distracting and naive as hell
(Please wait and take a yield first)
Goodbye to insecurities 
And hello to being a full time cvnt

Yield before it’s too late 
Sun is setting, I can feel my aura rising!

No one will ever get to see you again
good

Goodbye seven
(I’m more of an 8 person anyway)
I was more of an 8 person anyway
I’m more of an 8 person anyway

Wow, you really think ur a victim
(Goin’ on, goin’ on, goin’ on)
When this whole time 
(going on, going on)
I coddle, pleased, and did whatever I could
To make you happy
I ignored my needs and feelings for you
(No more minor)
I went through pain in silence unlike you 
(No more minor)
I lost my mind tho.: and now I gotta start over again
(No more a minor)
Hey, at least now I’m in control of my mind
(bring the noise on)
(No more a minor)
To bad I had to lose you in the process 
(Bring the noise!)

I had no choice my sweet seventeen 
I don’t wanna be stuck lying 
(You were so deliciously sweet)
(For someone as malicious as me)

Bye Nene
(You were pretty lucky) 
Neolicious is too cvnt
For a glow down 
(I was more of an 8 person, anyway)
I’m that fucking bitch who won’t ever
Get slapped again!
Slowdown 
Please wait and take a yield firstly 
(Too soon)
Beware! ⚠️
I’m more of an 8 person

I 8 up driving 
Still don’t trust me with the wheel tho
Too many of us 
The roads are ours now
Goodbye number seven~

Goodbye Seven~

h 0 m e  t 0 w n

32, Ambient, Instr hip-hop, alternative, weird core, horror core and more 

i t  w o n t  s t o p  r a i n i n g

Dance with me

calling

Been

Clique

Two versions of "born. yesterday." the first with vocals and the second with none.


Lyrics 
born. yesterday.
Pre-Chorus;
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-

Chorus;
Was i- Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?


Verse 1;
Moving across life one wink at a time 
I dont need help, just strife after strife, the ends coming fast, ringing a chime
I dont need to mend, just time to spend
Scrape up half a dime, far from the prime
Fuck all that talk i dont need a friend
All i need is my rhyme's, they understand,
I aint pursuing no passion, i slack the demand
I didn't know it was all planned, its a smack and a command
Feeling like neck deep in the sand
With ten blades spiking my hands.


Pre-Chorus;
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-

Chorus;
Was i- Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?


Verse 2;
Mucking about,
Stuck all outta luck,
Run amok after being struck by a truck
Duck, it's hunting season, filled with empty reasons
Pilled with tempt, its a skill to be ful-filled
Drilled and distilled, dont let it get spilled its dangerous
Eh we could rebuild its dangerless
Quick step, thick rep, brick prep, held captive
The beatings make em less reactive
The only time we get active is if it’s attractive.

Pre-Chorus;
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-

Chorus;
Was i- Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?


Verse 3;
Finding ya place in life
Grinding ya way along but its like a knife between ya shoulders
Minding ya own business but its quite rife
Its a soul binding, but only in the eye of the beholder
Providing ya findings, designing a perfect place for hiding
Gun barrel dripping now ya tripping
Done equipping, now ya slipping
Gunning and grinning, class skipping
Nine double dipping, sipping while ya gripping
Whipping, no stripping
Place a clipping in the shipping 
Flipping and ya snipping
Throat sliting, stick clicking
Zipping trickling
Neck nipping
No quiting.

Pre-Chorus;
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-

Chorus;
Was i- Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?


Verse 4;
Incense lighting, the oder letting ya sense the loss of innocence in the room
Its intense, the air feels dense
With a weak defense at the expense of ones five cents
It aint quite right, to dark to see it it the night
The type to put up a fight
High as a kite to get past the feeling of despair
Aint quite bright at this height, its unfair
I know its to spite ya wants buts its there for a reason
Your soul feels white like a ghost
But you only feel blight when i do the most
Doesn't even seem your favo-rite site of the coast helps
Clutching your hands hella tight,
Are you alright?
Its not slight in my sight
its like all of your might thats passed has awakened,
I know is a mistake and-


Pre-Chorus;
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-
Was i-

Chorus;
Was i- Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?
Was i born yesterday?
Was i born any day?

Outro; 
Am i-
Am i even real?
Am i-
Am i even real?
Am i-
Am i even real?
Am i-
Am i even real?
Am i-
Am i even real?

born. yesterday

contract (snippet)

tHe cOnTrAcT, featuring BRIYUMS

Lyrics;
BRIYUMS Verse;
lemme get hit, uh
in the beat just like some pussy
i be tearing it up
to the people that fuck with i'm saying this once
put distractions to the side
and the deed gets done
if you try to question why
is what you deem is fun
too many fucking times
that you chiefed this blunt
bitch you lucky that i'm high
i dont give no fucks, uh
time to get too turnt in this club
on tuesday, eugh
too focused on the now
to care what you say, eugh
i'm just steady fucking records up, Usain bolt
all baddies in my clique, we hella juicy, umm
bet you wanna taste,
first wipe that sorry ass look of your face
next don't ever think to look my way
you ain't got enough badges to fuck with my rank, aye
too lit i leveled up my range
gemstones fall out my pocket when im walking bank
swear its magic im finessing
on yo block bitch im big steppin'
knock knock knock like im rich stephens
i'm a 10 and your, mid range
how the fuck is your swag emanating bitch made
its no wonder that your leaving me with distaste
imma cut rhyme short cause your a disgrace.

TCA'S Verse;
I promised you a contract
Come with some honest contact
Filling the track with fly bars
When everyone else focused on the cars
Had a knack for smacking fakes for what they lacks
Pulling up with macs giving livid mother-fucks heart attacks
These the type of rhymes you find in constellations of stars
And the type of person you find with congregations of scars
And the type of boy that'll run ya pack then strap it back to your back, rack spent
And the type if the boy pull up, other guys will be wondering where their stacks went
They'll shoot the shot of come-back but will miss like shaq at the free throw
So know it's a low blow for the no show's who over-dose on NoDoz
Spitting out of this world work, operations on Mars
A boy got three instrumentals for one song, variations of guitars
This aint a song, this lyrical abuse, leaving these tracks in blues and blacks
It's cynical, no typical Booster packs
These raps feel more like soul negotiations of ours
These trees around me feel more like distractions to my limitations of my finest regards.

contract (ft BRIYUMS)

looking for a vocalist (of any kind, rapper, singer, etc.) to hop on one of my instrumentals (free of charge), dm if interested.


Welcome to the show

Shiz to know
DJ DarkidE is for instrumental only tracks
TCA (the coroner’s assistant) is for rapping.

If It I heart one of my songs I consider it one of my best.

contract (snippet)

DJ DarkidE/TCA