Liquor (feat. Spenny J)

prod. @jeffkaale

My exes? No, I don’t think about them
I shrink around them
I go to see my shrink about them
On desperate nights sometimes I’m liking every picture on their LinkedIn albums, 
just in case they’re single,
I send winky symbols, I just hint it at ‘em,
I’m not thirsty, I’m just counting fingers at the drinking fountain,
I feel like I’m drowning when I introduce myself to crowds: 
like hi, hello, I dig your sense of style, 
I saw your face across the room and grinned a while,
I wonder, are you into smiles? I pinned a pile of polaroids up on my wall, 
I wish you’d be in one,  a ring or child or wedding hall or aisle, you’d wouldn’t see in them, 
I must profess I self-profess myself a cinephile,
I’ve got every single indie title soundtrack out on indie vinyl
I’ve got some on USB, just tell me where to send the files,
if you think this is dragging on, then you should read my tinder bio,

I used to go to central park in cargo pants and whittle bark off little trees 
like Leonardo to my heart’s content, with car keys from my 97’ Civic on a bench,
I’d grab my metro card and clutch a cup of chocolate from a vendor cart,
and then depart deep underground and check the clock and metro chart,
and that is where I met her, charcoal fingers, she was sketching art, 
my self-regard leapt twenty notches when she looked at me,
I told her I wished I could etch the world out with my pencil marks,
she held the charcoal out, our fingers touched and crept apart,
and when they lingered, 
lightning struck, I know, I saw electrodes spark,
and when she smiled a hundred volts
her pearly whites were thunderbolts,
the room around us did a couple somersaults,
the earth had shifted off it’s poles,
another jolt went through me when she twirled her necklace
we were so electric, I swear the third rail was getting jealous

she curved a crater on the paper with the conté crayon
every stroke she lay spoke to my spirit like she called a séance
her fingertips could conjure chaos, every splash of color camouflaged 
into the page, I swear that she had lingerie on,
I felt the rumble of the subway tunnel crumble up
she perforated scraps of sketches, gave em’ to me crumpled up, 
and bundled up and waved to me and walked toward the edge 
I mustered up the strength to wave back and then dipped off of the bench
the train tiptoed to the ledge, it’s open doors demanded entry
she got in and whispered to me from inside that it was empty
and my heart, it started drumming, my stomach, it started numbing,
the doors began to slide, 

and then she asked me,
are you coming?


charcoal. // X I X X

I don't want money for this I just wanted to put it on because it's not in some country's. 

Atlas - Remember Me

don't worry, the next song is a rap
happy thanksgiving 
thanks for all the support seriously
repost retweet recycle

mixed by @ibr
produced by @mt-marcy
shout out OTJ


you sent me a text at 3:07 late last night
you barely knew him, 
you only blew him,
 you had  a few drinks

as if that could  make things right

and soon you asked  about our future  
 well, my darling, here’s my  answer


I hope you burn in a house fire
I hope you get stage IV cancer 

I’d be by your bedside waiting 
 till your sweet goodbye, my friend
I’d resuscitate you just
so I could watch you die again 

I fucking hate you 
I fucking hate you

and I know what you’ll do,

you’ll say you’re sorry
through your smile
and I’ll stay angry 
for a while
and you’ll come over
and we’ll be sober


until we’re not,
and we would make out on my sofa
I'd wake up one morning sunny

with your arms around my chest,

and it’d feel so good to be with somebody

I just might forget

how's it going

you'll say sorry through your smile

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

Produced by: 
@basicjo

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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samsa - solo

Lyrics: 

Most nights I spend alone staring at Orion's belt 
Crooked constellation tell the future 
Try to find myself 
I wonder why God waits until I fail so he can try to help 
Anxiety has plagued me with debates 
The mind unwinds itself 
Denies that health is fading faster 
Always happens just right after
Laughter dies away and burning pain begins to take its place 
Always when I'm bound to sleep 
Awake to sounds of busy streets and screams from neighbors fighting 
Please just take me far from apathy 
What's happening? 
Demons grab my feet they're dragging me 
Down to depths unknown I float there ain't no gravity 
Wake up in the dusk I just leave my room a mess 
Empty 40s hoarding absent space around my desk 
Exploring horrid stories I've buried in my head 
Ignoring pouring morning coffee with a little gin 
Absent of a grin 
Absent of smile 
I think I'm gonna feel this for a while 
Hear me singing

Hook: ladadadadadadadadada x2

So heres how all my days are spent:
Wide awake at 4am
Cigarettes for breakfast then
I go to work same shit again
Fake a smile so no asks
How I pass the hour glass
I say "I don’t, I pass the bottle." 
dad thinks that I’ve got a problem
Ex said that im just an addict
Manic thoughts they make me panic 
Attacks are random, didn't plan it 
Can't escape intrusive thoughts or 
Break away from Luci's locks 
Until no put some music on and 
Drift away to space a place so far away displaced are all my demons 
Breathing settles down 
My hands no longer shaking 
Steps toward recovery might be the thing that breaks me 
So I crack a beer and light a joint another night of thinking. 
Headphones on I'm all alone 
Listen closely, 
Hear me singing: 

Hook 
Ladadadadadadada

As Days Pass(prod. Ibrahim)

I do not own this art!

Holy fuck... 800 followers. I went 300 past my end of the year goal!
Thank you all so much. For listening, following, and just being around.
I love every single one of you. <3

Like everyone in this song? Go check them out!! They're amazing!
@typo_17117
@iamhrtbrk
@aixion

Lyrics

(Verse 1: Kuzu)
Put some diamonds on my neck
And you think you own me
I can tell you right now that
You're just a homie
You don't gotta come through 
I ain't feeling lonely
Saw your side on your line now
You're keeping low-key
I ain't fucking with no snakes
Got my foot up on the brakes
Still you got my mind on lock
Feeling many different ways
What's the deal? i don't feel..
Yet you're acting like it's real
Everytime you come around my mind
Goes blank this loves so fake
I can't escape that grasp you've made
We're here now i hate you
You tell me i'm brand new
And i don't even know
What i'm going through
Give me things just make
Me fall in love with you
It's a loop and i know that you feel it too
Start to wonder what fuck am
I supposed to do now

(Chorus: Typo)
I think 
I think 
I think 
I  Should lose for the better 
I think 
I think 
I think 
I  Lost myself in your weather
You're a storm 
Your rage has Blown 
Me over board 
But stay 
Who'll save me when you're gone
(when you're gone)
I think I think I think 
You'd never change for the better 
I think I think I think 
You've got my heart filled with your weather

(Verse 2: Hrtbrk)
You put these chains on my neck
And there you go thinking you own me
Don't you remember what I said
"You wont be one to control me"
I hate that I love you
But it's not for the reasons you think
(then why)
It's all for the old you
(damn)
The one that would take me on dates
The one that would that would stay up so late
And we talked and we both fell asleep
And we both have our dreams about
Hopefully having a house and a family
Now you just throw me a ring and then leave
(whoa)
And I don't get it I
Don't understand what made you so different why
Did you have to change
Your hearts now replaced with a diamond shape
And my hearts gone too taken as your slave...

Material Love Ft. Hrtbrk & Typx(Prod. by Aixion)(Thanks for 800!)

I don’t
Really care much for love
And I don’t believe in fairy tales
Yeah so I won’t 
Sacrifice a single thing for you 
Yeah I hope
You’re not too invested
Cuz I’m kinna reckless 
I’m probably defective
I know
But I don’t care 
I’d rather be myself than someone else 

Yeah
You should probably go 
It’s just a matter of time 
Until I break your heart 
Yeah 
You should really think this through 
You don’t wanna fall in love with me 
Yeah
You should probably go 
It’s just a matter of time
Until it all comes crashing down
And I
Don’t want you to have to pick up the pieces
Pick up my pieces

I would rather die
Than live a lie
My art is all that matters to me 
So if you’re gonna stay 
Either your apart of this
Or you're just in the way
Yeah
I don’t have the time to waste 
Cuz death is coming after me 
And it will catch up eventually
But it'll be the only thing
To put an end to me 

Yeah
You should probably go 
It’s just a matter of time 
Until I break your heart 
Yeah 
You should really think this through 
You don’t wanna fall in love with me 
Yeah
You should probably go 
It’s just a matter of time
Until it all comes crashing down
And I
Don’t want you to have to pick up the pieces
Pick up my pieces

Yea
I don’t really care much for love 
It’s like everyone wears a mask 
Everyone wants to label you 
Before they even ask
Anything at all 
Who you are
Or where you’re from
That’s why I always feel
The need to run
Run

Yeah
You should probably go 
It’s just a matter of time 
Until I break your heart 
Yeah 
You should really think this through 
You don’t wanna fall in love with me 
Yeah
You should probably go 
It’s just a matter of time
Until it all comes crashing down
And I
I
Don’t want you to have to pick up the pieces
Pick up my pieces

You Should Probably Go

ALL CREDITS GO TO CLOUD MAC, HE TOOK THIS SONG DOWN AND I FOUND IT AGAIN SO I WANTED TO UPLOAD IT.

[Cloudy]
Listen to this raspy voice, yeah it’s the sound of cigarettes,
Can you hear my crappy choices by the pound, wrapped up with my regrets,
And can you hear my passed joys come out with what I express,
And are my words a vessel for all the things that I confess.

And what would you do, if I was deaf and mute,
And I had just a few, little dots to speak through.
Put them dots on the wall, if my message still was tall,
Would you answer to it’s call, would you read it till’ it falls.
No… no…I’m lucky to be in the position I am,
Lucky to carry out all of my plans,
Lucky to be able to understand you.
Lucky that English is spoke in Japan,
Lucky that I benefit from my land’s -
Past horrors, I don’t need to understand you

And every voice is different,
No such thing, as indifference,
The problem isn’t distance,
It’s just that no one will listen.
Because we all deserve the same,
Different pride, different plain,
Different lies, different names,
But we all, suffer pain. (yeah)

Listen to this raspy voice, yeah it’s the sound of cigarettes,
Can you hear my crappy choices by the pound, wrapped up with my regrets,
And can you hear my passed joys come out with what I express,
And are my words a vessel for all the things that I confess.
Listen to this raspy voice, yeah it’s the sound of cigarettes,
Can you hear my crappy choices by the pound, wrapped up with my regrets,
And can you hear my passed joys come out with what I express,
And are my words a vessel for all the things that I confess.

[Chris Wright]
Who will sing my love fast to sleep
Magazine rip my past to pieces
Ash it out, we ain’t passing weed
Trynna leave but I’m trapped in leases
Masterpiece is all I can settle for
Chain around my neck, pushing pedals more
Scared of silence so it’s always getting torn
Movie nights with a bag of kettle corn
Why is it my words that you listen to
Signals passing through simple tubes
Playin out into empty rooms
Cause on my side, I can’t hear bout all the things that are wrong
Yeah on my side, couldn’t ever find peace in one of my songs
Still on my side, you should not feel like we would ever get along
Cause on my side, all I care about’s what I leave when I’m gone

Cloud Mac - Voices (ft. Chris Wright)

produced by https://soundcloud.com/draffish & https://soundcloud.com/mental

lyrics:

[Verse 1]
first things first lets make this clear
i don't know where i'll be next year
for all i care i could be on the street

i feel so lame when you are near
i think bout how i was last year
for all i care i could be six feet deep

[Hook]
its noones fault but just my own
and noone knows what i would owe
i don't know if you'll ever give it back

with blurry eyes i feel alone
in clubs i cry in bathroom stalls
i don't know if you'll ever take me back

[Verse 2]
first things first lets make this clear
i don't know where i'll be next year
for all i care i could be on the street

i feel so lame when you are near
i think bout how i was last year
for all i care i could be six feet deep

in dim lit rooms i'll see your face
inside the fumes i'll feel your grace
wash over me a sad and broken wreck

i wish for views of mountainsides
and country roads that i can ride
and realise that i dont need to forget

[Hook]
its noones fault but just my own
and noone knows what i would owe
i don't know if you'll ever give it back

with blurry eyes i feel alone
in clubs i cry in bathroom stalls
i don't know if you'll ever take me back

why - prod. our final hours

Fire

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