im so obsessed ._.
i put a bitch on sight
tiptoe invest right?
like, im still on test drive
cant savor no moment if it
aint my best height !
aight...
6 hours a night (at most)
still good for the kid and a leech for a host !
kill, death, respawn, no risk reward :((
no wards, no flame, for a shit support >:_)
still , , ,
im malding daily
cast like phreak, shit plays amaze me !
still get hyped when i make small steps
ye a bitch my type
if she likes my specs

yuh !!!!!!

im low grade, outdated,
and i tend to run slow when i get too faded >.>
yeah im sorry if things get complicated..
cause i need new parts but its best i waited :3
yu-

walk around at night,

lack an appetite,

void my stress,

cause at best,

ill analyze.

i dont know the next move
im s'posed to make.

slow to grow
im not used to solar rays.

im obsessed .-.
so im overly cautious.

im not upset
im just totally offset.

i only smoke for my own peace of mind,
if i die a bit quicker; theres less im denied.

over images, it aint easy.
fuck forgiving him !!! he aint sleepy ..zz.z.
i aint over my line, i shoulder my past,
my closure takes time, i hopes its my last.
no wards, no flame, for a shit support.
kill, death, respawn, no risk reward.
no motto,
cant one tap,
spray clips full auto,
to a bitch no cap,
on my limit !

to criticize every minute,
im living inside a mimick,
communicate through a snippet
of music :D

all my bitching ,
and sitting inside to listen
to all of my inner critics
is part of my shit decision
im choosing !!!

x3
im still so scared
of my own wants
cant get letdown
with controls on
so static so stuck
so cold in the past
but i think i can last if
i hold on

USB Mic Gains

wake up in a marked room
if you rlly gon rush me
imma r2
nobody let you down cause they dont have the heart to
they think its over n finished
when im just sober and mimic
ur never over ur image when theres a part two

i always see em relaxed
how they aint stressin bout some shit they said thats stuck in the past
like shit man
why i always feel like shit
man
hitman
im never dodging brief im sick man
im talking too much shit
or too little
im up at like lunch
my hunch is im crippled
im packing my pistol
aim at my enemy
mentally too brittle
my shame is my melody

too much too much
too much,
fuck around for a year i aint doing too much

too much too much
too much,
stuck around cause of fear think im losing my touch
ohh

still spinning
stuck in my cycle
while homies still winnin

they can stay high tho
i can stay grinnin
im facing myself
dont think that its finished

wake up in a marked room
if you rlly gon rush me
imma r2
nobody let you down cause they dont have the heart to
they think its over n finished
when im just sober and mimic
ur never over ur image when theres a
marked room
if you rlly gon rush me
imma r2
nobody let you down cause they dont have the heart to
they think its over n finished
when im just sober and mimic
ur never over ur image when theres a part two

lil bitch lil bitch
still crying about same shit
never stop complaining how nobody know my name yet
i could give a fuck about fame but keep talking
the more that you whine the more that im mocking

just+++chatting

im over it x7

im soooo tsundere (｀▽´)
i talk shit to my fans
im an irl neet that wants to live in japan (=‘ｘ‘=)
theres no patch
or code that could fix my heart ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
my stats are so low
you can tear me apart (꒪ȏ꒪;)
i mean i mean immean
to myself its so funny （＞ｙ＜）
i could make a good song and take it away from me
i could make a heat beat
and seat myself down
man hes so humble
nah hes too proud 凸(｀⌒´メ)凸
i cant make up my mind
if i had too （　･`ー･´） +
i still feel bad when i look at my tattoos
i still feel... wait that sucks
cant help but lie when i dont give fucks
im health deprived
i dont sleep enough （´＿｀;）
im too sheltered guys
i aint deep enough
i got tired eyes
from my past
dont how know how long ill last
how much has the time passed (_　_|||)
since

x2
i talked so much shit
and had ego
im still having trouble tryna admit
im bad,
people i got
give me the benefit
of the doubt
i shout for help
this whole im over my image shit
got me out of bounds
i hate the way i repeat the same old same old
i hate the way i concede my own hold im cold
i miss the simpler times when fake touch
was good enough
im stuck inside my mind and i cant wake up
im giving up

i talked so much shit
and had ego
im still having trouble tryna admit
im bad,
people i got
give me the benefit
of the doubt
i shout for help
this whole im over my image shit
got me out of bounds

over !t

how to avoid overproduction

havent talked in vc 3 weeks
i miss all that neetspeak
backed up up in my dms
i see em but it aint easy

used to wake up in the pm's
and struggle to get my calories
switchin my moods like ena
cant focus on my reality

oh nononono no no no

misfire misfire im out of ammo
so tired of the bullshit
pussy gon waste a full clip
tryin to start some drama
who the fuck gon be the culprit
im ghost
ilysm leech to host :3
we making money money money
making peaches and toast
im so fancy
and bitch i like everything about me
kitty grew his claws
now who the fuck is gonna doubt me
bitch i fought back
talk back to my image
he aint know jack shit
mixing beats like he finished
take 2 steps foward but now i dont slip
fuck a nudge what i think i really needed was a kick

never had a clue of what to do
always told the boy its up 2 you
always put my money in the stu
i got nowhere else to go
they want the boy to entertain well then lets put on a show
i mean i

never had a clue of what to do
always told the boy its up 2 you
always put my money in the stu
i got nowhere else to go
they want the boy to entertain well then lets put on a show
i mean

i found my home in free vst's cracks , and vc's
came from eating rations to coming straight out the pc
screaming fuck my image not making my own decisions
but lately i know that loving those pixels is part the vision
and babe i think maybe ill say that i been over it
maybe i dont have to complain now that im sober and
maybe i can finally be what i fantasized
but no matter what i just know ill never be satisfied

hardly trying !!!

hey sorry have not posted, here is one from da vault

might post more sometime in future jus busy

(art by amias)

CASH COLLECTOR

produced by digital aids
written by me, digital aids, & nickg
mixed by me
mastered by nickg



cortez:

walk around with this tusk in my stomach
old tree bark this storm gon make me plummet 
got this parasite gnawing at my shins like sketchy pop shuv it
make these people scramble for them purses they clutching
any value i hold to them is a bunch extra nothing
hold onto that social status like handy crutches
when it’s them at the bottom they gon beg for some extra somethings
bitch i’m used to scrapping up change hoping i’m getting lucky
you ain’t never battle
listen to them shackles rattle
navigating oceans
on your boat no paddle 
sitting on the edge
hoping you gon float
or they find you dead
bitch i feel like climbing up the walls
bouncing up and down
needing somebody to talk 
but nobody wants to stick around
i’m that shadow in the corner of your room
an elephants carcass, headstone unmarked
just another tomb
from the side where a flower never blooms
just a crack in the cement under the pressure of your boots



digital aids:

how many damn times can i abandon myself?
i toggle every fucking switch until i find me some health
and even then, i don't if i should find me some help
cuz i might boom for a day but I'll recess till snow melts
so now im gambling that summertime comes and i climb outta this shell
i may not make it to this wintertime, ill fail to ring bells
i may be living somewhere else, family relationships fail
I'm so close to being homeless but its better than hell
like how could i miss being poor?
like how could i miss selling snow?
how could a bitch like this be so god damn miserable
i got a big ass house but it ain't feeling like home
cuz i ain't live with none my spouses, the few things that make me whole
now im stuck in my room, and I can't tell if its cold
but if i go out now i feel ill hit new low
i can't take it no more i gotta find a new hole
rock bottoms better than being held down to 0's


nickg:

my dreams are puddles of the past contorted
friends have turned to memories
lethargy from enchanted flora
thoughts obsessive
I’m exhausted tryna not get lost up in em
I know I’m the answer to my questions
and my path is with direction it is not a surprise
take in the sun as it fall and it rise
the blood on my palms, will it dry?
was supposed to be learning and growing
I was out burning that dope up
cutting up pills on my phone and sipping
hope nobody notice
changing through the seasons
I create my fucking meaning
there was never a beginning or end
we just currents in forever burning rivers of sin and glory
stumble out the liqour store
nick, tell me a different story
sobered up and
realized what is and what isn’t important
I was always here
never born and I’ll never die hoe
flowers bloom and rot like the animals
no survival
let the fauna eat my body
energy recycled
golden sun rays gleaming
nurturing the pine cones
amalgamation of colours
dilapidated in structure
I’m on the way w my brothers
and you can count on it
shrooms inducing states of yugen
rotten as the culture made me
body is the locusts haven
I won’t let the vultures take me

elephant featuring digital aids & nickg (produced by digital aids)

hi here is new song, prod by @aoltherapper

featuring 

@louisbedroom

@iluvyousomuch

@ponynorman

Mr. Bars (w/ ilysm, louis bedroom, pony norman) prod. AOL

one ring [saoirse-h]

prod by https://soundcloud.com/traceybrakes


OLD BEATS MADE ME WONDER WHY I SWITCHED TRACKS
BITCHMADE GOTTA SWITCHBLADE WHEN I BITCH BACK
NOW IM ON T.K's WAVE WIT DA KICKBACK  
I WRITE ALL MY SONGS IN ALL CAPS
BRODIE WANT MY LOVE BUT ITS ALL STRAPS
KEEP MY GP TALL BABE ITS ALL STACKS
YOU AINT PLAY MY GAMES I GOT ALL CRACKS
BALL TAPS
PONY NORMAN DAYS
AND I FALL BACK
EVERYTIME I WRITE ITS A CALLBACK 

REAL


EVERY TIME I SPEAK
I MAKE EM KNEEL 
ON MY KING SHIT
BABE I DIDNT QUIT I HAD TO HEAL
KNOCK ME OUT? CHIN SHARPER 
THAN HIS DREAMY FACE REVEAL
YALL BE LINING UP YA FREE THROWS
WHILE I DUNK EM LIKE SHAQUILLE
LIKE UH
LIKE
ALL MY FANS STILL WAITING ON MY NEXT DROP,
PETSCOP, MAKIMA THE WAY YOU IN MY HAND
IM AT THE PET SHOP
RAPPING LIKE YOU BOUT IT BOY U BEST STOP
LESS TALK, LESS TALK, LESS TALK, MORE MOVES
LOVE ME? GIRL THATS OLD NEWS
WHILE YALL OUT HERE SWEATING IM JUST SWEATING OUT THE SOJU
I ALREADY TOLD U
IM NEVER NOT THE GOAT
IMMA DROP THIS SHIT THEN WHEN THEY NOTICE ILL GO FUCKIN GHOST
CAUSE IM REAL

YUHHHH

OLD BEATS MADE ME WONDER WHY I SWITCHED TRACKS
BITCHMADE GOTTA SWITCHBLADE WHEN I BITCH BACK
NOW IM ON T.K's WAVE WIT DA KICKBACK  
I WRITE ALL MY SONGS IN ALL CAPS
BRODIE WANT MY LOVE BUT ITS ALL STRAPS
KEEP MY GP TALL BABE ITS ALL STACKS
YOU AINT PLAY MY GAMES I GOT ALL CRACKS
BALL TAPS
PONY NORMAN DAYS
AND I FALL BACK
EVERYTIME I WRITE ITS A CALLBACK 

REAL

R34L [traceybrakes]

produced by @sor-uh
written by @jiluvyousomuch and @sor-uh
art by https://www.instagram.com/amiasarts/




hook (ilysm)
came too strapped with the pistol, aye
imma pull up with the missles, aye
talk yo shit get a fistful, aye
pussy ass bitch its official, aye
came too strapped with the pistol, aye
imma pull up with the missles, aye
yo ass not beneficial, aye
all my love artificial, aye

verse 1 (sor uh)
such a slut for the attention
been screaming on twitter when i get a mention
like a switch cart 
hit start
bitter taste
let the shitter waste
i might fuck around and turn the sound off
i been underground where i drown soft
take some pounds off, on your waist
fuck your image up and give the painting space
naked raiden in my feed
thats self care
do they think its jussa tease
im elsewhere
i aint sleep in like a week but im peak tho
i dont want ur numbers mason im freeroam
lately i can see the sky lag
lately i can see the walls move 
missing tuna with the frybag
getting pissy cause he isnt tall too

verse 2 (ilysm)
i been askin, i been askin

whatchu crackers want bitch?
test my mettle i been on my stark shit
you stark bitch, 
take away everything you fuck with
you fuckwit

who is your mans
no dick in them pants
i keep two dicks on my waist
i turn your family to paste

make yo ass drake in degrassi
dumped cos you lookin so trashy
myspace bitch with tracks like bach
i y2k your system clock like

tick tick tick tick tock
i been round the block
and if yo ass aint careful
i might go and turn yo ass to pac

verse 3 (sor uh)
5'4 bitch with an attitude but i dont see
you cunts reaching my altitude uh
tumpin with homies in rabid moods uh
they asking me for my gratitude uh
DATA MOSH YO FACE
LEARN YO PLACE
YOU A PUSSY UH
SORUH WAY TOO BASED
FUCK A CAGE 
YALL TOO PUSHY 
im in my zone 
greenhills conquered 
bad fur day got a rom 
when im somber
jerry too lost in his warez
fuck all those rations im eating 
my cares i aint shooting no flares 
im safe bitch yall just cannon fodder
in a wraith bitch imma ghost you blasting off to space bitch
master chief of fucking up your day bitch NO PLAY BITCH SCOOP

hook (ilysm)
came too strapped with the pistol, aye
imma pull up with the missles, aye
talk yo shit get a fistful, aye
pussy ass bitch its official, aye
came too strapped with the pistol, aye
imma pull up with the missles, aye
yo ass not beneficial, aye
all my love artificial, aye

over !t

sor uh

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