(Don’t listen to this song while you’re tripping on acid

So sophisticated, get up bitch, you’re living long flaccid 

That’s material you’re wearing polyester cotton fabric

Hold the moving, master sees us, lay the railroad where the track is

X2)

Really how fast can you make it to the moon, monkey dance monkey dance, bitches howl like baboons

But I’m walking on the sun; see, I’m brighter than you really are

Disintegrate into your chair, your bitch is having an affair

Woah what was that? I really ￼￼saw it right there, hallucination all these elements, I think they might be halogens, maybe they’re alkaline; but I don’t really know

Monkey dance monkey dance bitch go howl at the sun 

La la la, this is my song, I don’t give a fuck you’re overdosing off that tab you took

Ha ha ha, can it kill you? can it not? You don’t know because your crazy and they used to call me sleepy Tracy 


























(She’s dead come on bru-)

Dontlistentothissongwhileyouretrippingonacid

{Sleepy Tracy}:

I’ve been climbing up the rope and I’m tryna get higher,
Your bio never told me that you were such a liar (but you’re such a liar)
Now I’m thinking in my room fan is spinning its maroon, know I’m tripping but I’m never gonna fall back for you,
Life is crazy and I know that you know that, 
I only wanted to be friends I’m pretty sure you were told that,
I wanna scream and melt your face, maybe I should catch a case, maybe not; but I don’t know, but maybe so, but I don’t know I’m “Confounded”

{willows grave}:

Pending lyrics…

Confounded Ft. Willows Grave

people spread fire just to watch it burn around them

if it takes a million years i will walk a thousand miles

keep it real untill you die hold your head where its higher

im exhausted and im tired, i wake up and then im wired


we are told after highschool, most of them will dissapear


thin air, contrary, yea he gone too soon, too late, all time has come, and gone past you, future, waiting

Friends

Shorty said she only wanna hang with me because we friends, i take her and she swallow up this bottle till she hollow, at the bottom, and she over what she handled when she said it, then you know, she give me head, and her decision was regretted, 

got her texting me come over, bitch im sober, what’s the matter, let me lick your shit all over, said your boyfriend dosent matter, shorty empty like my liquor, come and pop another bottle, got her spinning like a model when she stumble and she wobble

Last Night

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she only come around, when she see im dying, i could make a bet with the devil, that i could stay alive

shorty only pick my regrets, and thats why i stay high, i been the same since you left me, rotting here and i dont cry

dont forget the shit that you did, the pain that this hooker caused, i dont even love no-one same since then ive been on my own, i dont feel the same i dont feel the safety of my own home.

let me pick up the phone i feel alone let me call my hoes

all these people sound similar because they are homophones, dont you tell me falsly you love me, you aint my homie bro

only feel my feels of regret, that i met you, only time you get what you get, thats if i  let you

Hoaxes

i see ghosts, their tortured souls, so i think about the dead ones (yeah) Whispers in my ears now, footsteps in my room now, consciously aware that im having a nightmare.

walking through the tunnel i see light and its beaming, its disorienting not perceving what im seeing, different colored pictures on the wall and they’re swinging, she dont tell me shit because i dont know what shes thinking

hear me, prayful, thank god for the dead what you looking for, (whispers in your ear now) everythings okay now, no-ones gonna hurt you, yeah you know you’re safe now

(And the whispers in my room now, everything’s okay now, all these people watching, I just wanna go home)

Dead ones

^&v not my best song, dosent matter, i vented and feel better v&^

rest your head, baby lay on the bed, way too many fucking voices playing over again, i could really hush them out, but i wont do it

i could really blow em out, i could really do it

i only stop myself when i think about it,
she only hit my cell when im boutta do it

i only care about myself, baby please dont cry

yeah ill say that shit again, baby please dont cry

let those tears sting your eyes, yeah you know i told a lie, thats the question where am i? Bitch you knew that shit was fake, can you get her out my face, i dont wanna make this bad, get your daughter out my face 

i just wanna fly

all my people in the sky

different people in disguise

make my mind float away

god wants my conscience in a cave

I could

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕟; 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥

𝕚 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥, 𝟞 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥

𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕚 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕, 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕚𝕞 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤

𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕚 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕚𝕞 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥, (𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥)

𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚 𝕘𝕠 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖, 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕞 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖

𝕟𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖, 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖

𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕚 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕, 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕚𝕞 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤

𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕚 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕚𝕞 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥, (𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥

The Clock

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When she calls my phone, I just go to sleep
When I’m on my own, I just get high
X2
I see her in the rain, can’t make out details on your face 
Expressionless, you never tell me what’s the matter you can tell me 
When she calls my phone, I just go to sleep
When I’m on my own, I just get high
X2

Nightmarish

i dont really like her, but she really like me, ask me if i love her too

maybe, prolly, kinda, sorta, baby i dont really know


ask me again, when im not 17, then ill have a better answer for you


young love dumb love, yeah there is no difference, fucked up, what you want right  now


if you wanna love me; baby girl im sorry, i dont even love myself


told you that im sorry, you know im a liar

and im, contemplating differences, the things that make you tired

 complecated and the different things, the things that you dont know about 

multiple occasions, when i told you i was going out


bitch you werent faithful, fuck you and your face hoe, i should just confess right now

i dont think i ever gave a fuck, or gave a rat's ass, you cant tell me you love me now

Sorta Kinda

{LYRICS}

 i don't wanna talk bad, but im young and im an asshole

i made her daughter cry, run away fast, cause your mind is gonna hurt you


but you cant get away, yeah, you're stuck this way, life is so unfair, i just wanna run away 
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your past come back and you try to run away, gonna catch up fast, and its gonna knock you over

i see you dying in the rain, so i come and grab your hand and i try to lift you higher, 

but you can't heal a scar, life is so fucked up, and im feeling existential


when you living with anxiety, always worried about a mother fucker tryna kill you
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even when you're safe, you always feel afraid, even when they try their best, i just say im fine, ooh im fine,

i don't wanna look needy, but these pills aint working, so i go sober, wish my homies knew that, for they flew the fuck high

just like that they in the sky like balloons, and the happiness gone, the mother fucking party's over

and baby you're the same, put the cocaine down, and i promise you'll be fine

now my ex-girlfriend, on the drugs, on the phone, and she said she really sorry for the problems, and she way to high

the tears pour from her eyes, as she trying not to die

Anxiety

Sorta Kinda Acapella

OTW (unreleased) Acapella

Nightmarish Acapella

Last Night Acapella

Lame (unreleased) Acapella

Hoaxes Acapella

Drama (unreleased & Snip) Acapella & Prev

Dead Ones Acapella

Caller (unreleased) Acapella

Burdened Acapella

Anxiety Acapella

-Drunk as fuck in a new york cab, met your mom and i met your dad, why the fuck you aint text back,

getting sucked, while i drove, kissing neck i aint kiss back, fuck a hoe

car payment like 10 racks, go to work and i come back, theese hoes is mad bad, hold her ass, she in the passenger, shotgun, it kick back, told a hoe "i aint with that" 


ima need atleast "10 back" got a list so just spin back, we gon fight, why you scared, you know we here, ill make you fly, you see the stars, 1 2 3, these hoes on me, he fuck w twelve, ill send your ass to hell


getting far away while you are in the past, all my old homies, i dont hate em they aint wack, just a part  of life god i wish i could go back, all those simple times, autotune just saved my life(yuh)

i make music for my mind, i aint looking for a bag, even if i am, even if i did, bitches on my mind, bitches on my dick, got some cash and all is mine


money on my mind, money on the line, styrofoam for passing time, you can hit me up, you can do a verse, you will do it worse,  knowing that im better bitch you better have some flow. looking in the future tunnel vision ima grow, shittin on these bitches, i aint fucking with no hoe, need a million dollars and ill give it too my family, 10 more years but right now im--

on my dick

Ringing of my phone, when she call back

i dont even know if my hoe mad

she fucking crazy give me good neck

shawty make it blow and i fall back

looking at me funny, its hillarious

shots until were woozy she dilerious

if i hit your phone would you call back, if i send a text would you read that

shawty make it known she dont want that

i dont even know if she on thrax

i dont even know if she loves back,

i just wanna know if youll back track


i shoulda told you that i loved you, saying life is fucking crazy, so am i, too

looking at the phone would you call back, looking at my hoes  i dont need that

i just made her go, where she said she was, making out good at the window, peaking at night, while her parents home, shawty make it known she dont need me bro

i just sent texts to her old phone, i just sent another text to her newer phone, i just took another shot, cause i had to, i aint fucking with no thots, im an asshole

Call Back

{LYRICS}:


(64bits 32bits 16bits 8bits 4bits 2bits 1bit, half bit quarter bit)


Sour hoe, cough, wait, syrup in my OJ

bitch a motha fucka feen for dope, thats my old ways

collecting dollas, gold chains, swanging nuts, oak tree

bitches started loathing, cause they heard me say theyre name, way.

thats a fact cause they calling on my phone, cop her red bottoms, that just means i slap her ass until its turning red colors, if you lie to me, motha fucka, bitch thats dead awful, bullets for you, lead offered. I dont shoot, motha fucka     

Call me on my phone, motha fucka, got some fucking issues, mad as fuck, im breaking fucking glass, off the fucking window, all this fucking shit can make a mother fucker pissed off. Heard hes trying talk that on my bitch, i cut his dick off

thats a problem thats an issue, catch his bitch dog walking, hoe be saying "put me on a leash ill suck the head off" mabe shut your mother fuckin mouth ill sew ur lips shut, i dont fuck with dirty bitches, never call your phone twice, 

fuck a bottle fuck a bottle fuck a bottle, lidless. smoke a lot ill smoke a lot ill smoke a target. ash it. Bitch im moving at the speed of light, off a molly, called my phone and told me sorry, words be burning like wasabi (shh)

Little bitch, off a molly, sucking cause shes sorry, i dont fuck her less i got a condom pussy burning like wasabi, 
Im just looking at her body, fuck alot, he asked me if she loyal and i told a motha fucka hell yeah

Sour hoe, cough, wait, syrup in my OJ

bitch a motha fucka feen for dope, thats my old ways

collecting dollas, gold chains, swanging nuts, oak tree

bitches started loathing, cause they heard me say theyre name, way.

thats a fact cause they calling on my phone, cop her red bottoms, that just means i slap her ass until its turning red colors, if you lie to me, motha fucka, bitch thats dead awful, bullets for you, lead offered. I dont shoot, motha fucka     

Call me on my phone, motha fucka, got some fucking issues, mad as fuck, im breaking fucking glass, off the fucking window, all this fucking shit can make a mother fucker pissed off. Heard hes trying talk that on my bitch, i cut his dick off

thats a fact cause they calling on my phone, cop her red bottoms, that just means i slap her ass until its turning red colors, if you lie to me, motha fucka, bitch thats dead awful, bullets for you, lead offered. I dont shoot, motha fucka     

call your phone twice, 

fuck a bottle fuck a bottle fuck a bottle, lidless. smoke a lot ill smoke a lot ill smoke a target. ash it. Bitch im moving at the speed of light, off a molly, called my phone and told me sorry, words be burning like wasabi (shh)

Little bitch, off a molly, sucking cause shes sorry, i dont fuck her less i got a condom pussy burning like wasabi, 
Im just looking at her body, fuck alot, he asked me if she loyal and i told a motha fucka hell yeah

(YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)

Awful

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Current index of songs:

Call Back
Nightmarish
On my dick
Hoaxes
Last night
I could
Anxiety
Sorta kinda
Confounded ft. WILLOWS GRAVE
Dead ones
Nightmarish
Friends
Dontlistentothissongwhileyou’retrippingonacid
The clock

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