Limerick

phlegmagain

Artist: Phlegmagain
some stuff ive been sitting on

I MISS COVID

yugen no kami

Prod. @phlegmagain 
Mixed by DJ Bump at Coates Music Studios

Better Late than Sorry (BEAT TAPE)

Back To The Road

VibrationZ

Gons Intro

Nicotine Withdrawals

Training Day

Nauseous

Artist: Phlegmagain
Prod. bardo beats
https://bardobeats.com
Instrumental: [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ok8EbYbuC6g&list=RDOk8EbYbuC6g&start_radio=1 ]

Lyrics:
I go through a pack of papers in a day and a half,
I stay in the bag, wheezin after taking a dab,
Its redder than stag,
Hotter than than yo low temp nail,
Got another box of bibles on its way in the mail,
From heaven we sail, put it in the bag for the trail,
And ready the scale, cause ways of being,
Colder than hail, schoolin' that failed, rulings
And the penalties jailed, another younger generation
Full of wisdom and well, mannered men and women
Fallen under a spell, confusing as hell, but simple
As a man in a tree, i gotta tell ya id of rather
Seen a vision of glee and let it be, just let it be,

Cause i aint found a mountain that was too high,
But lord knows ive been lower than low, low, low,
And i aint got no time to wait for seasons,
Gotta keep this train moving and flow, flow, flow,
And love aint gotta have no special reason,
But the mind gon' tell you to go, go, go,
I'll let you know when them keys in,
Keep a thing on me locked low and ready,

Gave away my heart
Aint no way that she lied
I'd rather die than find out
The way of devine
There aint no pussy in my brain
Aint no love on my mind
Left me behind
With a glass of wine
Searching for a sign

Gave away my heart
Aint no way that she lied
I'd rather die than find out
The way of devine
There aint no pussy in my brain
Aint no love on my mind
Left me behind
With a glass of wine
Searching for a sign


God be my witness
Im making a hitlist
Time is on my side
I find around christmas
Everything i witness
Turns a bit cryptic
I've been tryna find another way
To get the biscuit, lick it,
Suck it, shit id rather fuck it up
And uppercut a fuckin slut,
Bump another featured track,
Waiting for the reaper any second
He'll be coming back,
Pick a pack of cigarettes
That pack a punch and after that

Wake up, bake up, gotta get my cake up,
Bad bitch with me and she aint wearing no make up,
Fake butt but the buns bust like a speaker,
Super Eager, mamacita, aquafina for my fever,
woah

Wake up, bake up, gotta get my cake up,
Bad bitch with me and she aint wearing no make up,
Fake butt but the buns bust like a speaker,
Super Eager, mamacita, aquafina for my fever,
woah

Highs & Lows

Artist: Phlegmagain
Prod. @lethalneedle
Instrumental: [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23Xkf7o5tgE ]

Lyrics: 
Yo i was ashin in a candle, sand up in my sandles
Sleeping through the day i drift away
Like a mammal, mama may i manage
Ammunition maybe camels, enamel,
Parliaments, donuts at the farm n shit,
Stamina was ambiently
Based upon arithmetic
Fifths and shit, rippin rellos
Lickin with our lips n shit
Board like we flippin shit
Skates out the window,
Fuzz was banging on the door
Cause we was smokin indo
No windows was open, homies
Was toasting and boastin
Bout coastin they open that dope
And they smoking, chokin, and coughin
Till they hit that coffin, so often, we lost when
We stop,

Make it to the top or
Rot away up on the block
I'd rather make a mockery of every
Motherfuckin cop, that wanna stop the way we boppin when we make the party pop,
Fuck up out my face with all that shit id rather not

It's Phlegmagain the snot,
Seepin out yo orifices,
Wounds begins to rot,
Sleepin on the street,
We posted in the parking lot,
Creepy when we meetin up,
With people who is bots,
I say again id rather not,
Caught up in this mockery
Of children who is copin,
Hoping that they parents
Is just jokin bout the way
Their hearts are broken,
Hopeless with our
Ocean of emotions,
Now you see the reason
We be tokin,

This aint the life
That you'd have chosen
But we growin, and if it were
Then you'd continue feeling hopeless,
Cause we conditioned to this shit
And i aint jokin, the human mystery
Connected to the OS,


Ayo stress, with no rest you know best,
Why yes, i digress, and shine less,
Fine pressed condition mint, like my breath
Ride safe, with nine vapes, escape death,
So blessed, apply vest, and hold breath
Tight space, rewind tapes, a cold chest,
Mind pressed, we grind by for success,
Blind mess, superstition stay timeless,

And the condition of the
Humans is their own mutilation,
Sick within a cubicle
Of mass hallucination,
Quick to cast the hate away,
And pray for salvation,
All for what i wonder
Woulda been a playstation,
Let me know if this is
Similar to what you facing
Mind racing, heart vacant,
Young vagrant, so basic,
Just say it, who's stoppin,
Head bobbin, no object,
We mobbin, stay absent,
Drink absynth, live lavish,
Just grab, you got it,
You have it, who's foolin'?
You cool? then we coolin,
Get the fuck up out my face
With all this middle school shit
Where the new shit,
Lemme see whats poppin,
Hard enough to jack a lamborghini
In the projects, nonsense, let me
Show you how these paws print
Bar bending at the seams of my grip,
Pick apart a hippopotamus
A pen'll pay the piper,
But a putter was a putter
And a driver was a driver,
Better keep yo shit together
Or the people crucify ya
Living with this pain
Is just another sense of fire
Try to live yo life the way another would've died for,
Cried for, went all in and had to try for,
Buy a bunch of shit and leave the world forever broken-falling victim to this game
That wasn't chosin,

This aint the life
That you'd have chosen
But we growin, and if it were
Then you'd continue feeling hopeless,
Cause we conditioned to this shit
And i aint jokin, the human mystery
Connected to the OS

Artist: Phlegmagain
Prod. @JustDanBeats
Instrumental: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk2EN04uq34&list=RDPk2EN04uq34&start_radio=1

Lyrics:
Yo if I'm speeding than I'm fleeing
Sick of sleeping in the evening
I could dream of getting even
With you
I'm even getting sick of breathing
When i run i think of me and you
I'm fiendin' for a reason
To do
But it ain't worth when im hurting
Even though i think i'm learning
That this just the pain that love
Put you through
I be burning all the papers
Gotta shout to my haters
If it weren't for you I'd just be a
dude

When I close my eyes i try to find a way to get to you
Now I look up to the ceiling sit and wonder
What to do i can feel alone and cold as ice when i be with my crew
I'mma roll a blunt and smoke some green so i dont feel so blue
Try to hide it when im ridin round the city
I dont ride as much
Crying when im hiding from my demons
I can feel your touch
Time be flying by without a sign i wont
Survive the rush
I'm just tryna find a way to see you
That aint asking much
Miss how i would wake up to you
Ask you what you want for lunch
Vodka and Hawaiian punch
Chocolate with a side of trust
Squeeze you till you bouta bust
Bleed until i feel the pain i need
To break the fragile crust
Walk away to fight another day
Id say i surely must
And you can punch me if you wanna
Stab me in the back and take my sack of marijuana
Matter fact i lack a beating
For the morning and the evening
Every day is one
Less than we needed
Keep scrolling for some reason
I hope to see a tagged image
Ive bagged bitches but nothings simple
Pain increases remorse
It's always worse find a way to
Fuck it up before we finish runnning course
Only way to see you
Nowadays Is when I'm dreaming
You an angel but my corruption has far preceded
Any hope of finding comfort or a way to cope
New phone with no pictures and old hope

When I close my eyes i try to find a way to get to you
Now I look up to the ceiling sit and wonder
What to do i can feel alone and cold as ice when i be with my crew
I'mma roll a blunt and smoke some green so i dont feel so blue

You cold hearted
My hole's open
I'm barely coping
I'm always hoping
For something other
Than fucking over
Soak in a sofa
To show her that I can
Stay sober time flies
My friends die it's never over
Stuck in the moment I'd hold it
And never let it go for I'm a soldier
In battles happening in my soul
I'd take it with me forever
And never let it go
So you'll be with me wherever
I ever wanna go

If I'm speeding than I'm fleeing
Sick of sleeping in the evening
I could dream of getting even
With you
I'm even getting sick of breathing
When i run i think of me and you
I'm fiendin' for a reason to do
But it ain't worth when im hurting
Even though i think i'm learning
That this just the pain that love
Put you through
I be burning up the papers
Gotta shout to my haters
If it weren't for you I'd just be a
Dude

When I close my eyes i try to find a way to get to you
Now I look up to the ceiling sit and wonder what to do
I can feel alone and cold as ice when i be with my crew
So imma roll a blunt and smoke some green so i dont feel so blue
Try to hide it when im ridin round the city
I dont ride as much
Crying when im hiding from my demons
I can feel your touch
Time be flying by without a sign i wont
Survive the rush
I'm just tryna find a way to see you
That aint asking much

If I'm speeding than I'm fleeing
Sick of sleeping in the evening
I could dream of getting even
With you
I'm even getting sick of breathing
When i run i think of me and you
I'm fiendin' for a reason to do
But it ain't worth when im hurting
Even though i think i'm learning
That this just the pain that love
Put you through
I be burning up the papers
Gotta shout to my haters
If it weren't for you I'd just be a
Dude

Blue

Artist: Phlegmagain
Prod. @rudeboy2025
Instrumental: [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oD_Br6PTqQs ]

Lyrics:
I think about shaving my head,
Killing myself, developing wealth,
Purifying all my water for health,
Yelling for help, I think about the way that I felt,
I would've never made it through if not for liquor I smelt,
Straight off of the shelf, I sell it for the reasons I welp,
Ping an elephant up on my map, review it and Yelp,
Rip the skin up off my back and turn it into a pelt,
Now you wear it round the city see my visions from hell,
Straight out of the shell, decided not to face it and fell,
A wish in a well, Said I wasn't doing so well, now I'm a bell,
Ringing from my center to tell, Any motherfucker hearing this to beat it and yell,
For homies you lost, loving was tossed, burned to a cross,
Finding ways to think of something other than loss,
If life's a game of living then depression's a boss,
And imma beat that motherfucker like the love that we lost,

Cause I'm alone, and on my way to being numb,
Believe me when I say I'm getting sick of being dumb,
Living fast aint the only way of living for the young,
Kiss my ass, Smoke up all this grass with my lungs,
I'm alone, and on my way to being numb,
Believe me when I say I'm getting sick of being dumb,
Living fast aint the only way of living for the young,
Kiss my ass, Smoke up all this grass with my lungs I'm alone,

I'm alone, all alone
I'm alone, out here on my own,
All alone, all alone
I'm alone, out here on my own,

This is American Pie, just doing drugs to get by,
Opposite of consciousness, be getting drunk all the time,
Synonomous with condom slips and pulling out in a dime,
She get her confidence from keys, and a plate full of lines,
With big and beautiful eyes, you got me closing the blinds,
And when you see the street lights thats when I'm opening mine,
So stop tripping I'm fine, you see I'm dressed to the nine,
And yeah I said that I would change but now I'm changing my mind,
We gotta leave it behind, there ain't no pause or rewind,
Getting high through the lows these the times of our lives,
Let it sink in, barely breathing, day drinking, thinking
Bout the way that I've been feeling like...

I'm alone, all alone
I'm alone, out here on my own,
All alone, all alone
I'm alone, out here on my own,

alone

Morning Wood (Thank You Jay Dee /  Prod. Jay Dilla)

Time Out (Prod. Iman Omari)

Prod. @JDilla
https://soundcloud.com/jdilla/u-love

Love (Prod. J Dilla)

Prod. @JDilla
this that shit that you need..

Breakfast (Prod. J Dilla)

F**KING SHADOWS (Prod. Win32)

prod. @plusma
Phlegm,
Yugen no Kami,
&
Cortez...

Monday Mourning (Prod. Plusma)

prod: @vibevoka
Original Track and EP By Voka Below:
https://soundcloud.com/vibevoka/lived-in-me-ep

YTG (Prod. Voka)

MOWGLI

PSYCHOSIS

SMASH BROS

wtfti

WORK

We Been Fuckin'

Prod. @codeabi
https://soundcloud.com/lightblendingin/hydrologic-balance-w-honda-civic

Solace 2 Stuupid (Prod. @codeabi)

prod. @dimlite
p.s. the original files were lost and this is the only copy. the last word is shit.

Life is Suffering

Prod. @jadon-converse

These days of getting older
trying harder than patience,
To put us where we started
tripping over the basics
My soul steady rotting from 
demons that I've been facing
My head's up in the clouds 
While my soul's in the basement,

Dreaming of an angel for reasons
I won't explain, scheming every angle
The possibilities change, screaming
my philosophy into the pouring rain, I left,
avoiding death from settling in my veins
I'm in... sane, and hopefully forgotten
my fever's running colder than freezing temperatures
often, i find a way to lie myself to sleep until im sobbing
head throbbing, my mind numb, watching the time run,

should be moving on and keeping myself quiet
fucking all these women, searching for a silver lining
send me to the grave, been fantasizing of dying,
putting visine in my eyes, for the drugs that kept me flying
whats the..

maybe we could have a conversation,
bout how the fuck i love you
and how in the fuck we changing,
how the fuck we stuck it through 
this never ending matrix just to
throw it all away because of things
i can't explain and, im really sorry for the future,
decisions from the drinking always
leaving me with sutures, thinking
bout the way we used to be is such a nuisance,
feeling like my ways will never change
from being ruthless, im a doofus who can't even save up two cents
for some new shit, leave me toothless on the pavement searching for some way to save it
everything is what you gave it while i was misbehaving,
flagrantly finding a way to make it as a vagrant,
my heart vacant, body naked and forsaken, 
hoping i would never have to see your status taken 
im fucking aching from the very pain i swore to take away
for heaven's sake i pray you find a way to be ok 
or whats the...

What's The Point (Prod. Jadon Con)

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