التخدير

WINDOWS DOWN W/ BL8DEZ(MATIASTYNER)

prod. by saint urya & Zaki Ali 


lyrics
When I was in the psych ward
You were on your fucking high horse 
I got sidetracked by life forms 
quite bored living life sober
So I might form 
a tight order of rhymes sorted 
I find horrid  
breaking the rules 
I might get fined for it 
Making fools in line forfeit 
lines on my forehead
Align with the number of times 
Ive been so numb and divine 
Here’s a design
Combined to fuck up your mind 
Rid you of grimace 
I’m trying
To paint you a picture 
Elicit the figures 
I’m legit 
I’m tripping 
I’m Ticking like clocks, here’s a figment 
Fickle as fucks who exhibit 
Slick interruptions and gimmicks 
Mic in my hand, I feel gifted 
Like I’ve been damned to inhibit 
All of the standards I pick it 
Apart, cannot pander to bitches 
I’m bigger than that 
And I’m living so large 
I Command while I kick it 
With bars that I’m managing 
Views that are harsh 
Understanding I’m damaging my heart 
When handling adderall scripts 
That I’m sampling daily 
Striking the tiniest chords, ukulele 
I’m failing
to check off the things on my bucket list 
Too busy dealing with feelings 
You fucking bitch caused 
I’m still lost 
What’s the cost of this turbulence crossed 
Against thoughts I exhaust 
Till I’m burnt out and squashed 
That shit is raw, know I’m flawed 
Cause In hindsight
I feel like I’m walking through fog 
I cannot walk this shit off
Top of the morning 
I topple the bars with a topic I scoffed 
Till it’s hot like the tropics
I tap in til tapped out on god 


Things been barely moving 
Ive been barely sleeping 
Intertwined 
With my share of delusions 
Fairly conducive 
To the grind 
Killing time, I feel dead inside 
Like I ingested insecticides
Give me a second, I’ll sink in the pressure 
Death to my pride 

barely alive 
Feel like I’m barely alive 
Yeah
Barely alive 
Everyones staring, I hide 
Yeah
Bear with my mind  
Imperative that I defy 
All these fuckers inside  
Til I perish and die 
Killing time 
Fill the lines 
Feel like I’m barely alive

B4RELY 4LIVE

Centipede

CENTIPEDE (PROD. GRIM)

My Wife Left Me

i have been anticipating the moment i began releasing music again for like three years. i'm so happy this is finally coming out and i am infinitely ready to release even more music in the coming months and hopefully years. this is something that has been a long time coming, bottled up for years, but now is accessible to you all. no right or wrong way to perceive, it's just simply there.

produced by cole the king and blvckehart 
written and performed by vqcant 

bye for now i just hope you feel something 

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lyrics:
Bottle it up till' you can't fucking take anymore
Wallowing, oh how the time always swallows 
And seeps in my veins and my pores 
Yeah, in my veins and my pores 
Vomiting up all the pain and the trauma
I wall up my system it pains me of course 
Yeah, pains me of course, (wait) 
Taking like all of my endings to walk out the door
Feeling so awful can't settle a score
Talking to something I'll stop when I'm bored
Posturing, socially awkward
It always has felt like I carry a storm, (carry a storm)
Consciously crumbling down to the floor
Feels like there's pounds of this sludge in my core
Bloated internally drowning and gasping for shore 
Swear it I'm sure 
Head on a swivel I shake and I shiver 
It pains me to think how I'd give up, (give up)
Flashes in fragments it's red in a vision 
I hate when it's gory and bent up, (bent up)
Wide eyed but no waterworks 
Shame on me cause I brought it up
And my stomach squeeze, hydroxycut 
And I can't fucking sleep insomnia 
This damage that I've been costing us 
Don't hit me back cause I've bottled up 
A costly catch that it truly was 
I hated when I'd fall in love 
Made it what I thought it was 
I hate all that I have become 
Lately I'm anonymous 

Back hand front hand 
Bottle it up bottle it up 
This can't function 
Bottle it up bottle it up 
Bottle it up bottle it up
Back hand front hand 
Bottle it up bottle it up 
Bottle it up
This can't function 
Bottle it up bottle it up
Bottle it up
(Back hand front hand, back hand front hand) 
Bottle it up! 
This can't function 
Bottle it up bottle it up
Bottle it up Bottle it up 
Back hand front hand 
Bottle it up bottle it up
Bottle it up 
This can't function 
Bottle it up bottle it up
Bottle it up

bottle it up

BOTTLE IT UP

Second half of the final love story

I. ALLURE
II. DITSY
III. LUCY
IV. HOMICIDE
V. LULLABY
VI. PERFECT, ACT. II

"ALLURE" p. dyingallure

sshvdow