childhood dreams [ freestyle ]

better me

an epic of her

verse 1

woke up this morning i need me some reefer
i look to my right my girl's not in my beamer
i know she don't love me, i know she don't miss me, but she's come to save me she must be a keeper
i'm back on my bullshit again so i hit up the plug and i go on a mission
leave with a pound of the substance ain't popping no pills so don't even write me a prescription
feel like things could've been different, i'm hustling back cause i've been playing out of position
fuck if you feel me, no they ain't believe me, but i never asked for their goddamn permission 
ran up them digits no limits your boyfriend's a scrimmage i've been in this game for a minute 
don't mean to get too explicit but when he start hitting, i bet that shit sounds like some crickets
don't got no motherfucking business explaining myself to these bitches that can't even get it
tired of complaining, ignoring the fits that they're throwing cause i'm done with catching the bullshit 
start running laps like a track meet around all these boys, i swear they can't catch up to me
surrounded by jealousy, fuck what you heard bout me, i'm dropped out of school i don't need a degree
fuck if you feel me

(interlude)

there's no way around it 
can't get high without it
i can't live without her

verse 2

i know i gotta get this over this shit but i feel like i'm trapped on the bridge 
there's no way around it, for her i'm an addict, my heart on my sleeve but it's got a syringe
get sentimental and start reminiscing about all the days when we were just friends
all the justifications we both kept on making never brought the means to the ends
blowing her back and i only put half 
she's screaming and asking if all of it's in
worst comes to worst i'm back in the trap again only difference is i don't got my twin
that's all apart of the plan i do it myself i'm shouting fuck everyone else
blowing a blunt to the bottom, she smells like my candle i swear to god everything melts
fuck if you feel me

(bridge)

there's no way around it

verse 3

i hope that whatever that happened to me never finds a new way to occur to yourself
she fucking with him i know that it's mid cause you never go back once you smoke top shelf
got a big ol pistol hidden under my bed just in case i need to adjust some heads
erase yo man like a #2 pencil i heard he's a broke boy he need some lead
know i said i was better off dead but with this much motion, got unlimited bread
could build a whole bakery and still wouldn't have enough dough for the amount of dope i sell
i don't know if you can tell by the way i feel, but i don't give two fucks i'm in the hotbox shed 
dumbass bitch still texting my phone, i don't leave her on read i just block her instead

(outro)
there's no way around it
can't get high without it
i can't live without her

no way

intro

let it go

verse 1

i've been tryna find a different way to grow
i don't know, maybe i could use some sun and a bad hoe
heart's feeling colder than a winter in chicago 
need a good girl so we can poke noses in the poconos, pussy and the pills done put in a comatose
legs spread like butter on the half uneaten toast
sitting next to the bed while she's coming close
this girl's feeling kinda wild im about to sew her oats
lots of wordplay brush against me while were taking notes
sitting in class, use the pen, then we start to float
teach her mathematics, passing notes, and now she likes my jokes 
we not in the bedroom but im about to choke
gotta hit a zero, teacher's looking bout to blow the smoke
let it go, now im getting written up and phoned home
least before i went took a good rip to the dome
so im stoned can barely see the screen that's on my phone 
pictures from my girl, 10 missed calls from the parents so you know im boned
principal still got car payments but mine's owned, haven't found a way to get the acne of my t-zone
but your girl still give me head at the break of dawn 
now she's moving on so i know im destined to be gone

chorus / bridge

destined to be gone
let it go
destined to be gone

verse 2

stuck in our world for way too long, start to do each other wrong, pack the bong
try to act tough but this weed is strong
not helping me determine if she ever loved me all along
though i think she did cause i never would've wrote a song
but now she's with a guy that plays guitar, trying to find her g string, but she's already taking off her thong
not the one, think about the world where we had our son
would i be better man instead of trying to run?
bought a gun, 50 bullets so it don't look suspicious, can't do that to my family plus im not fucking done
letting go of holding on, amount of sides she's got it's like an octagon
fighting while im smokin, im the heavyweight champion
jon jones, hit her man with a right hook bet i'd break his nose
but im just messin, hope she love him till it all goes
never wanna see him lose that girl, she's a special rose 

chorus / outro

let it go
destined to be gone

destined to be gone

verse 1

smoking a couple of zips by the gram
harnessing the craft,
burning blue dream kush, their final's worse than my rough draft
i've been had it with all of these wannabes that say i can't rap
like fuck that im rolling way better than anyone, cannabis packed in the grape wrap
that bitch bad, but im too sad, cause in another life im a new dad 
going to fetch her a heatpad instead it's penwork with the notepad
i hit the gas, they can't even clock it im too fast 
105 on the dash, shawty ass, riding passenger, she asking for cash 

bridge

asking
(she) asking for cash
asking for cash

verse 1 (cont.)

slide her the bag i don't mind
diamonds on my watch just check the time
im alright but that girl's fine 
astrological odds but she's my kinda sign

chorus

this that 
(yeah)
soul food
the type where you fill up ya bowl good

verse 2

bad habits of poking fun at her new dude
im sorry brother, i don't know how i was acting so rude
can't get the mental picture portrait of her nude out my head, in my bedroom
accidentally catch him in the crossfire
name's getting slandered, i don't cap, not a fucking liar 
always there for her just in case im a spare tire 
tolerance too high, smoke too much, need something to get me higher
god damn this shit got the walls moving, im the supplier
sage nike kicks on my feet, they copy my attire 
that girl kinda fine but lately i do not have desire

chorus / outro

this that
soul food 
the type where you fill up ya bowl good
soul food

soul food

safe & sound

ep 12/4/24

intro

(cashmoneyap)

fucking...tryna roll up a fucking blunt bruh, keep fucking this shit up
*humming*
(aw man it's the chronic, don't even worry about it)
i get high on a plane flying to manhattan
yeah, this the one for sure
alright, let's not fumble

hook

i get high on a plane flying to manhattan
me and my older brother smuggling in thc from portland
ballin hard on a boat in florida, orlando magic
then go roll me some gelato in calabasas

verse 1

don't make me pull this hammer, feel like thor, smoke too much grass now im high as fuck in asgard
play piano, hands a little soft, but i go hard 
been traveling to so many places need a green card
spitting fire, gas smoke burning out my chest, like charizard
i can feel the flames in the air straight from my heart
driving home, no one on my arm, i got twin scars
think i went the wrong way, but im going far 
everyday sit in math, legs touching, drew a purple star up on her face
who'd ever think i'd get to move aside her white lace
baby come and sit it on my waist
smoking cookie without her it goes to waste
eat her out the same way i roll my blunts, love the taste
we too drunk on the bathroom floor, no panties on, im in the right place
i got cottonmouth, though her pussy's wet, im in a haze
i've been trapping so hard sorry mama this shit ain't a phase
picking up these pounds, how much this pack weigh?
bag went and broke my scale like my girl bad as hell
run this town all by ourselves, she cuffing me, avoiding twelve
bestie pass me top shelf, finish it my fucking self 
(x2)
i did this shit my fucking self
these fakes ain't even gonna get a puff 
(yeah)

chorus

i get high on a plane flying to manhattan
me and my older brother smuggling in thc from portland
ballin hard on a boat in florida, orlando magic
then go roll me some gelato in calabasas

verse 2

everyone's always about the asking, hold up, i got a question 
can someone tell me why the ops and my bitch steady pressing?
i fuck the up pack real quick, reup and get the next one 
we hit them with the pump in the middle of the night, then we flex on them
turned into a hashtag, still don't know their fucking name
lose my bitch, but i went and ran my bands up so that's okay
she still facetimed me, call me after she told him goodnight
she talking bad about him, is it 1, 2, 3 or 5? 
forgot my pen one sec i gotta go and take a drive
coming up on LSD, rainbow road, damn im high
1 up mario mushroom, new level, 99 lives
feel like i got fly power, im way up in the skies 
(way up in the skies)
so

hook

i get high on a plane flying to manhattan
me and my older brother smuggling in thc from portland
ballin hard on a boat in florida, orlando magic
then go roll me some gelato in calabasas

outro

(calabasas)
go roll me some gelato in calabasas

calabasas

intro / hook

smoking on exotic, see it sparkle, this shit crystalline
icy glaze on my wrist, keep it krispy kreme
way too fine to walk with me, she's out of my league
she's not on the x pill but her pussy like ecstasy 

verse 1

her face is so beautiful, never get in caught in maybelline
i come from a generation of farmers that's why im popping beans
they used to make fun of me, now im hella clean
get inside this girl, holy shit im in a movie scene
she could be emma watson, guess that'd make me charlie 
get faded off this 30, perks (percs) of being of wallflower 
never run out of money, that's a different kind of power (x2)

chorus / hook

smoking on exotic, see it sparkle, this shit crystalline
icy glaze on my wrist, keep it krispy kreme
way too fine to walk with me, she's out of my league
she's not on the x pill but her pussy like ecstasy 

verse 2

baby been fucked up, she's on the hennessy 
party all night long, she said to call her roxy 
fell for her as soon as possible, asap rocky
coming home with me cause you know that's where them bands be 
hit the plug cop two ounces one for her and one for me
i've been trapping in these streets, with all my chains on
before we get in the car, new pack already gone
good girl in my seat, and i want her to be mine
thinking about kissing her, but i run out of time
baby won't hit my line, she's my only rhyme (x2)

hook 

smoking on exotic, see it sparkle, this shit crystalline
icy glaze on my wrist, keep it krispy kreme
way too fine to walk with me, she's out of my league
she's not on the x pill but her pussy like ecstasy 

verse 3

im in a different place, she's not in my ends
helped her move to a new house where she's fucking him
now i'm learning real love, my next girl is a gem
falling for her 24/7, am to pm 
she's a sagittarius, on LSD inside this bitch, it's lavish
my baby's top tier i'd say im above average
i hope i can claim her just gotta deal with baggage
i dropped out of college junior year yet my pants are lined with cabbage (x2)

hook

now im smoking on exotic, see it sparkle, this shit crystalline
icy glaze on my wrist, keep it krispy kreme
way too fine to walk with me, she's out of my league
she's not on the x pill but her pussy like ecstasy

outro

like ecstasy
*humming*
this shit crystalline

crystalline

iris ep / album soon

lyrics

verse 1

she's on top of me in the backseat of the amc, it's like i'm at a drive in theater
smoking good reefer, she's riding, i'm like deniro, in the taxi driver
suffering from insomnia, obsessing over a girl, with green-hazel in her iris
god damn i'm seeing double sighted, maybe shouldn't have mixed the weed with the psilocybin 
i'm just kidding, know i'd never do anything incriminating 
middle class trapping in the suburbs, dealing white privilege 
exotic's covered in crystals man the shit i'm smoking's above premium
apologies brother, seems whatever you're rocking's below medium
only keep crazy girls with good pussy on my line
like my bitches BPD
although this hoe called 12, little girl about accidentally snitch on me
what can i do? i won't even thinking about suicide at that point
well fuck it, back against the wall, wearing vans so i go and jump up off the bridge

bridge

i've been longing for so long i can't feel anything inside my heart 
i don't say nothing, that doesn't make you strong
go to say she's right, she thinks i'm wrong
baby i'm just trying to write our song

chorus 

i'm driving ms daisy, feel like the taxi driver
she says that i'm lazy, baby i just get higher
taking my time in neutral
she's the only thing on my mind's desire

verse 2

with the same team but a different girl
i'm the rock trapped between her pussy and a hard place
talking shit up on my name, claimed i ----- her, but ill keep it brief, no fucking case
wait, all of her ex's are my friends, and they said she said the same thing
don't even trip about it, little bitch, go fuck that new man
i'll just burn down this kush, though she's still the gaslighter
calm that ass down gang, i'm tryna exhale this fire
on the 1 yard line, tracking my little brother down, man coverage 
intercept it, hit him like a truck, guy was only 5, ran it in the end-zone i'm the heisman, call that (re-) turning 6
but now the kid faster than me, i had to teach my boy to hustle
23 on the back like his older brother, sporting 17
it's our birthdays, if you don't know well know you know what i mean
i was tapping the pen before the playoffs games, young starter every season, king shawn stepping high when he's on the green
broke motherfuckers, acting like she's at his track meets 
check the face paint bitch, my jersey number and my DNA
made a save, stands cheering, what the fuck did you say?

bridge

it takes one, two, three, four more bowls than it used to
to find the way back to that place
after everything we went through
didn't think she would throw that shade 

outro

i'm driving ms daisy, feel like the taxi driver

taxi driver

verse

fuck this im gonna run my banknote
my bitch ain't hit my line (yup) so i gotta flood my wrists
my hands shaky, that's no myth, swear to christ id never miss
she made a list think that's the difference i'd never do that shit
fuck this i'll go get my bread up i stack banknotes till my wallet my can't fold, no flex 
didn't think my girl could get any badder, take one look at her like fuck my ex 
feel like yeat, im riding in the tonka truck, this shit got big ass rims
must be him, im caught up in the trap, started running my bands in junior year
it's fight or flight, id never freeze unless im walking out the jeweler's 
then im jack frost, strapped w poles, i feel carti, im the coolest
like the way her ass move god damn that shit's hula hooping
speaking of, im on the court, balling with my shooters
crossed them up like jesus christ, them boys gotta retrieve their ankles
stacking so much paper i might be able to rival staples 
she asking for cash, nah, i might have to dip on her like her name mabel
im too high, can't read the fineprint fuck this shit, ignore the label
racks and one bitch, only two things i keep on my table
marks all on my arm, demons in my head, im cain and able
and by that i mean despite all the bullshit i can and im able
though her ass is moving so damn much hold on baby, i gotta get stable
my bitch finally hit my line, (yup) so i gotta flood her wrists
her bed shaking, that's no myth, i put my hands inside her, water fists, i feel like aang
go up my price, now check the list, she said my dick was bigger than his
don't forget, every time he kisses her lips, it's after she swallowed my kids
this man ain't got no swag, fashion statement look like he done shopped at lids 
smoking exotics straight from the top shelf, i can tell by the smell if that shit mid
got a new bitch, my girl fine, i gotta flood our wrists (x2) (yup)
fuck this shit run up my banknote

banknote

intro / hook

this girl's showing me real love
thought i could only feel this way on the drugs, but here i am
think im finally falling again
she's showing me real love, can't lose this one

verse 1

this the type of shit they write movies about 
we could get out of here i need her right now
burning gas alone through the backroads in the south
wrap (rap) pressed against my lips but it's nothing like her mouth 
haven't felt her yet but she's perfect, no doubt
i don't want clout, just my girl and our house 
in my mind, she's on my lap, pray this shit don't burn down
all the pictures falling off the walls, she's asleep in her nightgown
go to try and grab her, save my baby, but there's no route
im trapped inside her labyrinth, force me to crawl my way out
addicted to her, honestly can't blame me 
push my head against the bed and make sure that i can't breathe
 
chorus

this girl's showing me real love
thought i could only feel this way on the drugs, but here i am, 
think im finally falling again
she's showing me real love, can't lose this one

bridge

me and her define love & drugs

verse 2

i've been getting so high, im with the clouds 
i might go and burn this one down on my own
im riding solo, can barely see this photo
girl on my homescreen i forgot the feeling
hearts around her name, she's teaching me healing
im always people pleasing im down there till she's screaming
im not trapping anymore yet im still delivering
almost gave up on love, but there she is

outro / hook

this girl's showing me real love
thought i could only feel this way on the drugs, but here i am
think im finally falling again
she's showing me real love, can't lose this one

love & drugs

Ψ "fuck it" Ψ

lyrics


hard line

intro

(i don't usually do shit like this but fuck it this one's for you)

*lighter flicks*

chorus

i wake up and i get high
not the same without you by my side
can't feel shit when im way up in the sky
baby i just wanna read your mind
you know you're usually on mine
and i don't wanna waste our time
you may be no good for my life
so i gotta draw a hard line

verse 1

chiefing on this cookie pack, feel like marshawn lynch im running back 
up in this bitch again 
my head's moving faster than the tires feel like michelin man
fucking from behind delete the camera roll
could've sworn your pussy sparkled like gold 
if we don't know you we don't try at all 
im outside in the dark every time i fall
got about 3.5 stuffed in my cigar
laughing with my bros god damn this shit kinda hard
your man pull up in my culdesac, that's a little far
he can't look me in the eyes or else he'd see the scars
that you left for me, now the blade's inside my arm
suddenly everything switched up, turned into ex
luckily i still know how to use the heartbreak to go flex
you were giving me head on the interstate almost wrecked
baby girl there's some bags back in town we gotta go collect
i don't even want the sex
i just need a small rest (x2)
 
bridge

i wake up and i get high
gotta draw a hard line
(where the fuck my lighter at bro?)
*laughing / sipping* 
(fuck it)

chorus

i wake up and i get high
not the same without you by my side
can't feel shit when im way up in the sky
baby i just wanna read your mind
you know you're usually on mine
and i don't wanna waste our time
you may be no good for my life
so i gotta draw a hard line

verse 2

met this girl, hop up in her white benz, feel like juice, she gave me cocaine
but it's nothing like your lips they feel like codeine
missed your call cause i get high and i get no sleep 
broken promises on both sides that we couldn't keep 

outro

i wake up and i get high
gotta draw a hard line

hard line

intro

she told me she'd never hurt me x2
(yeah)

hook

she told me that she would never hurt me
yet im laying paralyzed she's performing open heart surgery
i can't wait till im in a coffin, shouting mercy
no one can hear me out here, i think im buried 

verse 1

6ft down with the devil on my shoulder
angel on the other but i know that i can't hold her
heart's been growing colder everyday that i get older
i keep sticks on both sides of me guess im bipolar
she told me she'd never hurt me
yet im mixing sweet tea with apple jack whiskey
alone, feel the phantom that she left before she was gone
her spirit's hidden inside my walls and in my bedroom 
i get too high, see her face, after effects of the shrooms 
i think she might've cursed me, fucked me on a full moon
i don't know how but somewhere near the end i knew, she was gonna leave soon

hook

she told me she would never hurt me
yet im laying paralyzed she's performing open heart surgery
i can't wait till im in a coffin, shouting mercy
no one can hear me out here, i think im buried 

verse 2

memories of giving it up with her it won't scary
my hands covered red but i didn't pop her cherry
bent over my bathroom sink in the mirror
screaming bloody mary
her legs about to give out hold up baby lemme carry
pussy makes me a little anxious, feel like jerry, praying i don't fuck it up, but i just checked im out of luck
yeah, real shit, this ain't adding up, i think we've both had enough
baby are we still in love? (x4)

outro

she told me she would never hurt me
yet im laying paralyzed she's performing open heart surgery
i can't wait till im in a coffin, shouting mercy
no one can hear me out here, think im buried 

(x2)
she told me that she'd never hurt me
baby are we still in love?

hurt me

loser - [ written dec 25, 2024 ]

lyrics

intro

sauce it up
do too much
my shoes are cdg
she do not fuck with me

chorus / hook

i got my hand on my toolie
this bitch don't think im a shooter
i could do anything and i won't lose her
sometimes i get to feeling like uzi
i gotta stay on my q's and p's
frosted diamonds on my piece
wrapping me around like a wreath
burning down this backwood, knocking down this christmas tree
besides my girl and my family, put the money over everything

verse 1

puffing on the wedding cake, probably go buy her a ring
i ain't worried about money baby, just not sure if she feel me
though if i think about it, her blood's on my white tee
im fucked up and faded, way too comfortable with being isolated
please don't try to leave me, little girl we just started dating 
if they not copping more than an ounce, im sorry bitch im fucking taxing
john lennon in the black beatle, ah shit dawg, it's the taxman
cruising down the street, 12 put me in handcuffs, that's some bullshit
my wrists slit in the damn clank
i got a court order to go volunteer, we did cocaine at the food bank
i fuck my bitch in canadian goose
my girl is tight, your girl is loose
i know they always gon' doubt me
let em talk while i get money
murder on my mind like melly
my girl in love with a rager
i cannot fall off the radar
could never talk to a hater
we sniped that bitch with an AR
that guy got hit by a firearm
i hope i don't ever lose her
she fell in love with a loser
still so much cash in motion
angelic girl, she's floating
for her, in devotion
she's perfect, and she knows this
i don't mind if they notice
im just tryna focus
hard when i'm overdosing
i don't wait till the weekend
im always in the deep end

i do not mind if they doubt me

chorus / hook

i got my hand on my toolie
this bitch don't think im a shooter
i could do anything and i won't lose her
sometimes i get to feeling like uzi
i gotta stay on my q's and p's
frosted diamonds on my piece
wrapping me around like a wreath
burning down this backwood, knocking down this christmas tree
besides my girl and my family, put the money over everything

bridge

i do not care what they touching, only concerned what im moving

verse 2

the stuff that they touching is light like a feather, the shit that im moving is heavy as brick
don't bother me when we we hitting a lick
this man bought her gift, enjoy that shit, i hope it fits
im just on my own, im used to that, it's been that way since i was kid
im doing it all for my younger self
they fuck with us, i get em hit
lil bitch i get em hit
all these girls on some hoe shit
delete that pussy right out of my camera
hop on that dick, she's a fan yeah
it's christmas, she's with a random
i can already feel the phantom
she texts me that he's here
can't touch me, i got no fear
don't forget to not mention me
and that they're smoking my weed
she's still on my homescreen
maybe i should rethink

outro / chorus

i got my hand on my toolie
this bitch don't think im a shooter
i could do anything and i won't lose her
sometimes i get to feeling like uzi
i gotta stay on my q's and p's
frosted diamonds on my piece
wrapping me around like a wreath
burning down this backwood, knocking down this christmas tree

loser [ toolie ]

intro

i wish i done fought so hard for you
i should prepare for this 

verse 1

let's pretend we're numb
big ass blunt, i ain't worried about my health
nobody fuck with me, but that's cool i barely fuck with anyone else
i put my soul inside of this girl, and look where it got me
lowkey, it feel when i share my feelings, im usually met with the fighting
i don't time for the hiding
i choose to trust she's not lying
her rose lenses, they're quite blinding

hook / outro

let's just pretend we're numb or something
is this too dumb of a question?
i wish i done fought so hard for you
i should prepare for this

numb

intro

evil eye, evil eye
i don’t feel alright
alright it’ll go something like that
one take, every time

hook / verse 1

evil eye evil eye
why do i fuck up my life?
oh my god oh my god
that girl on my dick, she's tight
they pop out we come outside
fuckboy hit her phoneline
they always seem to waste my time
i think she's too fine
rolling a backwood on top of the mountain im so fucking high
always got my head down, anxious, bitch i can't even see the sky
im in love with suffering and i don't know why

chorus

evil eye evil eye 
why do they always lie?
evil eye evil eye
i can't get her off my mind

verse 2

hop in the whip then im copping an ounce
don't like checks, them shits usually bounce
do what i want, it's 3am, bruce wayne in this bitch, we riding out town
mixing the pills with the drink, double depressant, this got me down
i ain't even pop no thirty, yeah i just went straight to the 60's
can't be leaning on this girl, actavis on her titties
im fucked up and she's pretty
i don't give a fuck if they miss me
she ride me like we in a bentley
one day imma drive the bugatti
i don't got hoes in my mentions
get paid to pull up at the mansion
lil baby is throwing a tantrum
i love that girl, she want my attention
so i fuck her right on camera
left hand on my heater
i can't deal with a hater
weed and her lips, love the flavor
girls tell me they're evil, so?
imma go out and get her
bloodstains on my shirt and razor
total the amount of dough i made from the 
drop
that shit'd be bigger than a meteor
that hoe look fine in a black red fit,
she stunt like she walk in dior
wearing christian, worship her like the lord
rate her a 10/10 on the runway floor
i keep falling in love more & more
i feel like myself again
if it's fuck all men, then it's fuck all women
i must be in love with the pain
need 10 ten shots inside my brain
cut a 17 straight through my veins
oh well on the mp3, i can't feel anything
addicted to novocaine

outro / hook

evil eye evil eye
why do i fuck up my life?
oh my god oh my god
my girl on my dick, she's tight
they pop out we come outside
fuckboy hit her phoneline
they always seem to waste my time
i think she's too fine
rolling a backwood on top of the mountain im so fucking high
always got head down, anxious, bitch i can't even see the sky
im in love with suffering and i don't know why


evil eye

intro / chorus

i keep going through these changes
and they keep trying to stop me
if you wanna ride the range
then gotta be okay with feeling lonely
it doesn't seem to work out
but i don't give up on my baby
i want to know what it's all about
i can take the hurting

verse 1

this is my current self
no one seem to fuck with it, lowkey
falling off the shelf into misery
wish i had someone there to catch me when im landing
still miss my home when i'm back inside the country 
tell me i love you
but all they do is fuck me
hate the kid when he's manic
ignore him when he's depressing
double check my phone
don't get phased that i'm fading
smoke this bowl, watch my life unfold
stats rising 
s/o to my real ones, y'all made it less tiring
feeling sentimental, the world's better with me breathing
girl tells her family that im broke, so im dealing 
put down the 2 litre, now im just healing

bridge

pale skin and my sweatshirt

outro / chorus

i keep going through these changes
and they keep trying to stop me
if you wanna ride the range
then gotta be okay with feeling lonely
it doesn't seem to work out
but i don't give up on my baby
i want to know what it's all about
i can take the hurting

pale skin and my sweatshirt

changes

paranoia

i don't give a fuck about who they friends is
look out my window, twin all i see is dead people
all these broke bums surrounding me, man they all evil
few make the money, others watch em through the reels
steady tryna hate on me bitch leave me alone im in my feels
fruition coming off the tree, slicing peels
karma get em' killed
everybody pressing me for credit, imma get em hit' 
she hanging with a new old dude

verse 1

i don't have a problem with it
just the way she handled it, man that shit was a little rude and disrespectful 
hennessy in my cup, driving through styx
women love to be independent till they gotta pay rent
don't worry, ill still send the bank transfer for the house tax
trying to manipulate me, im speaking all facts
talk about my penmanship, go ahead, run it back
only counteraction im taking is when im rapping on the mic
kill his ass with words, homicide simon says
i stand by everything i said

chorus / hook

i don't give a fuck about who they friends is
look out my window, twin all i see is dead people

verse 2

im just tryna get my bread up, where's the banknotes?
i gotta cut the drugs down, ay i found my smokes
this ain't no charity case, they can take the handouts 
im just chilling, don't give me a reason to make me mad now
last time someone called me broke, i went straight to the traphouse
i don't wanna do that again, im pissed, put the blouse back on
my girl tryna make me worried, wait a minute, she already took her panties off
i just make a rough draft, then i drop the damn song
don't shoot the messenger im spreading kindness even if it don't appear
diamonds looking crystal clear so i see the way they move
my girl pull anyone she wants, so im probably not the one
i could do it better babe, i've been rolling up these runts
mad at me regardless, if im jealous or im non-chalant
bottle cap got one thing in common with my finger we both flipping off
they got negative energy, uh uh, i don't fuck with y'all
when a real man hold you down you supposed to drown, that ain't my quote 
call me insecure, i'm not the one that can't take a joke
i speak peace, love, and positivity
live a clean life now, still make deliveries
broke bitches tryna call me broke, i think that's jealousy

(give em what they ask for)

hook

i don't give a fuck about who they friends is
look out my window, twin all i see is dead people
all these broke bums surrounding me, man they all evil
few make the money, others watch em through the reels
steady tryna hate on me bitch leave me alone im in my feels
fruition coming off the tree, slicing peels
karma get em' killed
everybody pressing me for credit, imma get em hit' 
she hanging with a new old dude

outro

turn the tv off x2
ain't enough

dead people

i need to spark my damn weed
they want a rivalry
better come right for me
on me

hook

you can't place the blame on me (hell nah)
blunt go out, grab the lighter, then im gone
fuck negative energy im trying to write a song
see a pussy in the peephole, i hit it, now im done

verse 1

wait a minute im not tryna act like im the one
i don't need no promo, i did it on my own
feeling alone in the trap but snow done put me on
every time i show love, they be hoeing
i don't know if i can do it, god i need some help
gun to my brain stem, i wonder how it felt
knife in my leg, but it's better than the belt
girls steady showing love, while they hating, oh well

bridge 

i need a blade, on me
i need some pain, on me
(x2)

verse 2

i've been outta space for some damn time
it's hard when she's always on my mind
i mean that both ways, picture perfect, she's a dime
i'd be lying 
that'd i'd be okay without her
know i said no pills, but maybe a little powder
feels like a day i've been high for an hour
wake up and do what i want, that's power
half the time, family and the fans ain't believing in the boy
usually getting played and they seem to take joy 
gotta keep it real, im addicted to the lifestyle 
(on me)
cmon say it with your chest, ive been here for a little awhile
i know they bullshitting, im gon' wipe that fucking fake smile
i never needed pity, i OD on the tile

hook

you can't place the blame on me (hell nah)
blunt go out, grab the lighter, then im gone
fuck negative energy im trying to write a song
see a pussy through the peephole, i hit it, now im done
wait a minute im not tryna act like im the one
i don't need no promo, i did it on my own
feeling alone in the trap but snow done put me on
every time i show love, they be hoeing

( i need a blade, on me
i need some pain, on me
(x2)

go!
(x2) )

on me

intro

(third times a charm)
...not even here
...wait to disappear
disassociating off the substance again

chorus

sometimes it feels like im not even here
6ft in the ground, wait to disappear
disassociating off the substance again
nowadays it's hard for me to name a friend
every time i speak my mind, relationships end
surrounded by assholes, no one wonder i don't blend
return to sender, lost souls on a bender

verse 1

need 10 shots, drinks or the bullets who cares?
legs leaning over the bridge, they just stare
doesn't matter if i die, i'm aware
ill face the music
i don't wanna do this
tired of all the fighting, but i miss the rage
inside my head, hiding away in my cage
no one ever seems to truly look my way
finally find the route, there's too much to say
i know im dead yet it's not today
i ask myself and you, should i stay?
what a useless fucking survey, doesn't make a difference
she leaves anyway, my condolences
im sorry shawn, no one deserves what you went through
just enjoying upsetting me, that's what they do
i guess im the fool, for thinking id ever end up with you
back to depression, too exhausted to argue 
the bottle empties and fills me with sorrow
the same old me won't be here tomorrow 
obviously have suicidal tendencies 
death is the only way we're truly free
know it sounds sad, but it's not that bad
imagine everything you did actually mattered
it'd leave us all tethered to the world forever

chorus

sometimes it feels like im not even here
6ft in the ground, wait to disappear
disassociating off the substance again
nowadays it's hard for me to name a friend
every time i speak my mind, relationships end
surrounded by assholes, no one wonder i don't blend
return to sender
were all just lost souls on a bender

disassociating

first thing i do when i hop out of bed
go roll me a blunt, how these nugs so god damn big when they're supposed to be runtz?
i front about half of the cartridges, this broke ass bitch don't hit me back so he's done
now we gotta go on a whole new mission 

hook

im still safe in the traphouse 
feel like pablo, we some real narcos

verse 2

tryna test my glock scope my trigger finger never pull slow
bullets sing like a high note, leave him blood soaked in his canada goose
get faded im feeling loose i'd never rent, rock my own suit
spin the block then grab the loot 
call it checkmate once we make a move 
stay running it up ain't got shit to lose 
hop in the shower with bitches there's two
feel like young gunna cause im one of one 
puffing out so much smoke it's like a chimney inside of my lungs
but im not done, my arm is dripping, wrists water-bending i feel like aang
put an arrow on any forehead if they fuck with us, they're a bitch made gang
me and snow in the traphouse my bitch bad but she can't hang
hit a fat dab, damn this shit's loud i can barely hear a fucking thing
now we whipping back with a big pack
still notice my phone ring

phone call

yo what's up?

2? uh like $80

bet just hop in the backseat, it's a, black jetta 

cya soon

outro

im still safe in the traphouse
feel like pablo, we some real narcos
im still safe in the traphouse (yeah) x2


traphouse

chorus

step in the spot, we got bags and a couple a blicks 
main girl wanna kick it, but we getting busy
stacking up so much paper till we get dizzy, feds gone think we embezzled 
my diamonds is bezeled

verse 1

gonna teach these bitches a lesson miss frizzle
im breaking down these bricks my rocks is chiseled 
it's way too hot in this bitch got 12 on my ass like a heat seeking missile 
if i had one damn nickel every time i got pulled i could buy me a brand new pistol 
amount of drugs inside of my system probably be enough to supply manhattan 
couple of rookies come looking for the plug, who's asking?
shot from the sawed off shotgun, saw that shit happen 
whipping through the projects but im from the suburbs, we middle class trapping
my back's on the wall, my van's is dirty, fuck it imma go jump off the bridge
i got me some ice and a couple of scars on my wrists
i put my fists up inside of yo bitch
making these deals im the real money mitch
we counting up blue paper, green looseleaf 
cash coming in but im already rich
goofy ass dude boutta go get himself hit
got a glock 19 right between my legs while im catching her ass in my lap 
think im too tapped in, barely know no one
im dapping up everyone else with the left hand 
bad bitch wanna party all night long like roxanne
she consumed so much coke 
probably fuck around fill a 12 oz can

bridge

we getting busy
we got some bags and a couple of blicks
we getting busy
main girl wanna kick it
we gettin busy
don't wanna be found
we getting busy

verse 2

step in the function, they bumping some drizzy, and just like him and the 6, im running this city
i glance to my right my bitch bad, look like cass, double d's popping out of her pink shirt 
spill my drink all over her titties and me 
now her skirt's off licking me up from the waist-down
got a 100 tab order coming in next week, rush hour traffic, headed through downtown 
playing hide & seek with these bitch ass cops god damn mfer i don't wanna be found
god damn mfer don't wanna be found

outro

we getting busy (x2)
(mhm)

getting busy

verse 1

open the book of my life
skipping ahead, skimming through chapters
back of the class, sitting in english, popcorn reading, teacher calls on me,
where are we at? sorry im just going a lil bit faster, flipping through pages, interpreting words, feel like a pastor surrounded by a couple of schoolboys 
look over, one of em start to harass her
modern day disaster happening right in the front of the classroom
feel the doom, see she's laughing but i know deep down inside that it's just masking
go to ask her, say "what happened?" 
but she tells me that "it's nothing"
though her tone of voice is sort of flattened
turn around and notice teacher's coming
tells me off, return to sitting in my seat
headphones on, i can hear their feet walking back to touch her cheek
like goddamn boys, bell rings in 1 minute it's 3:33
alright now it's time to leave
walking through the hallway, were just friends but she's riding home with me
leaning over, change the volume, feel her body brush against me, i don't mean to misconceive 
not gonna move a single muscle, scent of vanilla mixed with cinnamon fills my nose every time i breathe
her torso pressed against my arm, only a couple of layers between what's underneath
reality checked once i spot the necklace wrapping around her, like a wreath with an initial not matching her's
listening to cole while she vents about how much he gets on her nerves
like what the fuck's he doing? if that was me, only thing i'd be on is her curves
or doing whatever she prefers
anyways, pulling up in the driveway
feel the sorrow seeping in when she say something along the lines of "see you tomorrow"

chorus / hook

ill see you tomorrow
open the book of my life
skipping ahead, skimming through chapters

verse 2

climbing out of the rising action, not dating, she's climaxing
skipping school so we can go trapping, guess there's multiple ways to learn when dealing with fractions 
front a third of the bag, but now he's ghosting so we turn him to a caption
rip to every broke boy chasing satisfaction
but she's getting worried so im done with all this tough acting
hands only dirty when were messing, clean bastard
inhaling sticky substance like disease smoking biohazards
we too geeked, mouth's a little dry, im kinda tired
blowing heat and fumes like an exhaust on a car that's backfired
im hot wired, on a couple of vyvanse, could keep rambling, no chance of any sleep before picking her up at 7am tomorrow 
working late, fall asleep, wake up
now she's in the whip
going to get espresso, wrapped around her finger, we both got a twisted sense of humor
laugh in line while she gossips about a rumor
thighs graze against mine, waiting for our order, i love how she maneuver 

outro

ill see you tomorrow
open the book of my life
skipping ahead, skimming through chapters

chapters

monday / her

pain

written from 2017 - 2025

prod. nuhubeats

lyrics

epitaph (50)

chorus

when I look around everything’s changing again
I can’t seem to settle myself down before I’m dying again 
I’ve started running out of excuses to tell all my friends 
cause I’ve been living in hell and my world has come to an end

verse 

the only way I can fail myself is if my flow is weak so watch me spit 50 consecutive bars on this 90s rap beat
the vibe is old school so ima educate ya
while creating lyrical aggression that I’m sure will break ya 
motherfuckers so protective I'd have to
agree with ya and their hoes are so damn thirsty bitch we call em aquafina 
wordplay is getting out of hand just like ya ex man
I wish I was still a youngin runnin around with no plan
hold up wait a minute lemme just go and ask my old man
what the hell went so wrong in my life when I was a young boy getting into trouble with no worries till the brink of dawn
damnit shawn, even though it’s accidental, I’m sorry for being sentimental, but I’m having a hard time staying in the right mental there’s no way that shit is actually coincidental
spent the past 8 years getting high and existential
diamonds on our dental, me and my girl finally making out
life's a trip and then we die bitch, that's what it's all about
breaking down the code, lyrics printing to the page 
cout >>>, im using word of mouth 
they hear me but they never seem to actually listen
im whipping, mixing, working on nutrition 
while everybody bitching 
im in the kitchen, inhaling soul food 
lemme grab my bowl dude
wear my fucking jewels, if you put em on i pity the fool, i do i do (x2)
im mr t, the way im moving feels like im on the a team
im in a requiem for my dream
i hear my beam calling, that's the call of duty
im a walking dead man, i've got more in common with zombies 
red blooded american, still get killed if you're seen with the commies 
my mind's like modern warfare
i grip the mic as my only weapon 
they stop and stare, the lyrics feel like
bullets, release the catapult 
reload the lesson, why?
i'm oftentimes still choosing avoidance or aggression
it should be passion 101, cause class is back in fucking session
taught ya bout tension & depression, in 2018
i was 15 or 16 
bumping the incredible true story
writing between my homework and my hobby
but if you really asked me, honestly i do this shit religiously 
one of the few ways to express myself, it's my everything
im not worried about the fame or fortune, focused on fidelity
i buy a diamond ring
they're mad at me but not because i took the opportunity 
they're pissed at me because they fucking didn't 

outro

here's the epitaph
post aftermath

here's my fucking epitaph
bitch

epitaph

12/22/17

just vibin' | Ψ

city of rebirth
soul outro
epitaph
sober

since 2017

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are false / untrue in nature.

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