Verse 1
I'm barely making a living, but I'm making a killing, killing a beat, rinse and repeat and put my hands to the ceiling
Dione
Some of my homies died young
Goal I got my eye on
Shoulder I could cry on
Color coated crayon personality
Poppa really kept the lights on, I kept the vanity
Found a paper I could write on for my sanity
Selling me dreams, imagination said I really believe
My bro amazin said they really believe, in me
Counter productive cause I'm battling self esteem
I'm getting to it see My cousin lawn mowing, got a text that said keep
I just did a show and had a mean showing been stoic, 
Problem Purpose of my means slowing down
I been problematic since a teen growing now
Waving off discussions bout my hair growing out, fluffy clouds
Finally say what I mean to pronounce
Soundcloud and my YouTube
Ig Pop Pop, like and share because it's crucial
I'm on DSPs S/O TC, Zer0 and Solo
Never on my dolo til now
Never yelling YOLO out loud

Hook
Wave your hands like this somebody, might miss somebody, might hit somebody I know
Fuck around and get lit somebody, might diss somebody, might piss somebody right off
Hands like this somebody, get lit somebody, make hits somebody right on
I been living on a dream I bet my life on
I done gambled on a goal, the light might shine off(x2) 

Verse 2
2 verses rarely ever but I YOLO anyway
Anywhere I go I pack my bags cause not welcome here stay
But my pop got open arms, even though mine tend to stray, couplet, complex, comprise Tuchel, 2 shells, tonight, today touché
But I'm solo dolo nigga no one want me anyway
Nuisance in my nuance almost didn't graduate
Not for pity or be petty, to be privy or empty
Perry didn't say a word and...

So I close off and I make songs to acknowledge me
And dose off while playing chords cause I barely sleep
These mix ups, I mix songs so, I rarely speak
All this for you not to, acknowledge me
So close off and make more cause I hope you see
But my masters not your masters to you... Well not degree
While I'm Less Than and I ain't worth shit, canonically
What I ain't worth not day worth to, acknowledge me

All I ever wanted was you stay right here
I could be the greatest and I won't compare
Spend all of my days in solitude, hours fall like dominoes, grab my keyboard and unfold my Chair
I could speak the truth and it'd still mean but air
I could be the greatest and you would not care
This is not the destiny I want but the destiny I chose and it chose me back it's oh so fair

Hook
Wave your hands like this somebody, might miss somebody, might hit somebody I know
Fuck around and might hit somebody, might diss somebody, might piss somebody right off
Hands like this somebody, get lit somebody, make hits somebody right on
I been living on a dream I bet my life on
I done gambled on a goal, the light might shine off(x2) 

Yolo/Somebody From 59th.

ON HAMILTON AVE

BEST DAYS (feat. Tyson Sybateli)

rollin 2.0

CATHI NGI'ON !!

HAPPY 4/20. HERE'S A LIL SOUNDTRACK WHILE YOU GET HIGH !



Blow My High (Prod. Canvas Sativa)

FOCUS  /prod charlieP/

i found myself at the belly of the desert. treading my last few steps before succumbing to the fatigue, the weariness, the mania... 

i had known at that very moment that i will join a long line of damned souls to nourish the insatiable sands of the desert. i dropped on my knees, staring into the distance, my seemingly last horizon, with no hope nor a prayer to speak. 

"i cannot consume, you are ripe," i heard a ghastly voice speak. i glanced around with the little strength i had to try and find whoever said that. "speak once more," i pleaded - with what was left of my voice. 

"all the men who've given their withered flesh to me have compensated for it in their faith, you however have an empty vessel. you're the first of your kind"

"you mean to tell me that across the span of time you have never consumed a faithless human being?? - don't nomads tread these lands, dessert!?" i asked knowing who it was

"nomads don't die here, no man perishes before they believe in something... all sentient life has a metaphysical truth to yearn for, that is the appetizer i consume to wash down their dried bodies. even men who believe in nothing are better than men who have nothing to believe in, but you refuse to believe in belief" 

the desert said, "my beliefs have never been attainable nor have they sustained me, water is my diety and even she has abandoned me - water didn't compel you to tread the desert, you left it to come here where you are met with nothing but dried soul, you've abandoned your beliefs"

"well then consume me if i am the lifeless vessel you claim me to be" 

"i cannot consume stone, you need to go back to the land of the living and ferment your soul. i assume you didn't intend to die here, i will give you the water you jokingly claim as your diety and you will go share her with those who's souls have dried up as well

be on your merry way and begin now a spiritual oddysey and only when you are rejuvenated can you return to die by my hand, spiiriit

by sämsara

Intro EP

Intro

intro ft sämsara

money trees

Deez what?

Yeah… downtown where the lights don’t love you back
Still smilin’ tho… uh

City cryin’ on my Mink, tears look like VVS
Countin’ blessings in the puddles, nobody see me stressed
Curve on my lips stay lethal, Botox for the soul
They taught me keep it cute or they gon’ dig you a hole
Eyes do the talkin’, lashes long like the lies
Two little half-moons, pretty when a real one dies
Hands in the Canada Goose, fingers froze on the grip
Holdin’ tomorrow like it owe me some shit

Exhale turn to ghosts in the air
Nobody know what’s under the hair

Everything gentle, everything slow
Everything perfect, that’s word to the code
Floatin’ on nothin’, fur touchin’ the floor
Brightest smile in the room, but I don’t live here no more

Kids on the block still laughin’, sound like a broken toy
Wave from the penthouse glass, they wave back like good boys
Mirrors keep secrets, Chanel on the tears
Clock stopped tickin’ when I stopped feelin’ the years
Dancin’ in diamonds alone, barefoot on marble that’s cold
Spin in my robe made of silence, thread count pure ghost
Downtown lullaby, sirens sing me to sleep
Pretty corpse in the mirror still smilin’ for the feed

Breath gettin’ softer, the colors get deep
Woke up in the dream where the angels don’t speak

Everything gentle, everything slow
Everything perfect, that’s word to the code
Floatin’ on nothin’, fur touchin’ the floor
Brightest smile in the room, but I don’t live here no more

Look close, you see it slippin’
The smile don’t shake, baby
Look close, the eyes don’t match it
That’s the part that escaped me

Everything gentle…
Everything slow…
Everything perfect…
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go

Glass smile, downtown…
Still smilin’ tho…
Yeah…

intro ft sämsara

spiiriit

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