Sun and The Moon

whatever

nippy

Private Island

your soul burns 🔥 because you're a beautiful star 🌟 you cant be the truth without accepting the pain. drop me a 🫶

Dying Star's Epitaph.mp3

Disruption.

The 36 sessions - Janitor folk

Music by: Brian Winshell and Jr_Doom 
Mixed by: Brian Winshell 
Mastered by: Mikolaj Wieczorkiewicz 
Album Art by : @Comic_Book_Dave (Instagram)

Iron Eagle

The Fall of Hobo Johnson

You & the Cockroach

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lyrics:
ooh
i’m a hot mess running from ya 
uh
cause i’m fresh out the oven 
getting up out of bed round seven in the 
morning eyes baggy looking nuts 

hot mess
eye shadow smudging ima
hot mess
cool eggs on my skin ima 
hot mess 
hot coffee spilling and i 
can’t miss 
cause i keep on winning

can’t think 
ima hot mess
spilling drink
on my new dress
baby pink
now you obsessed
smell like peach
call me princess 

ooh
just popped like 2, 3 
girl let’s make movies
like how i’m moving 
i see ya grooving well
fuck it screw it cause
business is booming
uh well the truth is 
never catch me losing 
my money or my boozes
the swagger that i’m oozing
profits are shooting 
downsizing reducing 
know you’re disapproving
your haircut like a susan

stream

hot mess

Produced by Curtis Waters 

Video: https://youtu.be/x9mg4PC3Yx8

Lyrics:
Sell your soul for a good price 
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream never think twice 
That’s a dream 

I’m not your purse 
I’m not your product 
I’m from the dirt 
You're copping Prada 
My people hurt 
It’s getting harder 
My people hurt 
It’s getting harder 
I need some money 
I need some money man
I’m fucking hungry
I really need a hand 
Ain’t nothing sunny 
Back in the mother land 
A fucking cycle 
That we all running in 

I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 

Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system 
Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system
Ain’t no peace for my brothers and sisters
Ain't no peace for my brothers  
They do not want us to breathe
Can’t even walk in the streets 
To them we're all just machines 
In the American dream 
They say that they just want peace 
But then they leave us to bleed 
They’ll never see what we see
They’ll never see what we see

Sell your soul for a good price 
Sell your soul for a good price
That’s a dream never think twice 
That’s a dream 

I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m boutta fuck the system up
I’m boutta fuck 
I’m not your product

whatever

student 1

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