Correction - this was in 2017 - And as of present day all of the people from this house are doing much better

he's an Ashkenazi Jew, like all master lyricists, but nowhere near as unforgivable as collabing with Brynn

pitstop [prod. asdu.i]

prod. 5head

[lyrics]:

two shots of booze
and i'll be alright 
i got a head on my shoulders
with an appetite

for a never ending chase
and the bittersweet taste
of a day long fight 
and an awful night
with u 
x2

if i said that i'm alright 
then i'm just actin fine
just put a bullet in my brain
so i can't use my mind

all the thoughts in my head
put chills in my spine
what's the point being here
if it just hurts to be alive?

nowhere like home 
more like nowhere is home
i see plenty faces 
but i still feel alone 

i don't wanna be seen
so i'll wear a paper bag
tape prescriptions on my body
so you'll catch the flags

2020 vision 
and it's not so clear
i guess 2021's 
just not my year 

i'll just shave
my head and 
change my name
and start again 
in a different
state

two shots of booze
and i'll be alright 
i got a head on my shoulders
with an appetite

for a never ending chase
and the bittersweet taste
of a day long fight 
and an awful night
with u 
x2

i dont have a drinking problem, i just have problems

Maybe I said too much
by saying nothing at all
I always feel so tense
smothered in cortisol
you want a picket fence
I am a concrete wall
lacking in common sense
smelling of alcohol

grass in the cracks of the warm desert concrete
faded graffiti in alleys and backstreets
discarded pages of tabloid magazines
these are the things that we passed on the way home
Opened the door to our messy apartment
you said some things and then i said some things too
you went upstairs and when I tried to follow
you said that you wanted to be alone and then
 
the argument faltered into screaming and violence
torn up upholstery into 2 weeks of silence
look at myself in the mirror that I shattered
guess it distorted my self reflection

All caught in 4K and burned into my mind
Put in on rewind and watch it in real time
I can remember all of the details
except the reason it even started

When did you realize it just doesn't matter
who's in the wrong when it's wrong in the first place
sarcastic answers to cynical questions 
indignant words from the top of the staircase

recurring nightmares of sentences spoken
resentment born over promises broken
I wasn't sure as to what I was doing
all that was built was destroyed in a moment

maybe its true that it's all predetermined
maybe it's true that is runs in the family
maybe the past correlates to the future
if not exactly at least indirectly

but I like to think we're more than a program
recursive functions repeating forever
just like a highway with multiple exits
if you miss yours you just can just take the next one

We can remember the good times that we had
analyze data - reverse engineer it
back to a save state before it all went bad
and laugh at ourselves like "what the hell were we thinking"

Discard the days that consist of the same thing
wasting our time on the mundane and boring
fix all the bugs and rewrite the ending
where you slammed the door without even a last goodbye

recursive functions repeating forever

Recursive Functions

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Episode #49 - With Cyborg9K & Santa Claus

from griefmode

i don’t want summer to finally break through
i don’t want summer to finally break through at night
my windows open wide
and soon the sun will rise
and shine upon my eyes

i don’t want summer to finally break through
i don’t want summer to finally break through at night
my eyes are open wide
paranoid whats outside
its something i won’t like

its heating up
im melting down
you see me when
you’re never around

i don't want summer to finally break through
i don't want summer to finally break through at night
my windows open wide
and you will take my eyes
show me what i won’t like

Don't Want Summer

Узнать себя

Dear Miss Congresswoman

late for my class again
dont care about the shit that im learning
and all the kids here are so uptight
picking fights thinking that theyre so fucking bright

smoking weed binge drinking
so degenerate what are they thinking
its all a big waste of time i hate this place
they need a kick in the face

sick of all these college cunts
i hate their fucking guts
sick of all these college cunts
i hate their fucking guts

late night go out
try to see what the night life is all about
its all stupid drunk ass kids picking fights
trying to get girls to suck their dicks

its just a big adult day care
paid for by their parents its unfair
no one really wants to be here
wasting their time for a shitty career

sick of all these college cunts
i hate their fucking guts
sick of all these college cunts
i hate their fucking guts

College Cunts

lyric:
sunk into the grass
can you try to live the past
like i did 
through clear eyelids

please don't tell us why
your afraid to die
you’re blinded
too close minded

if you think a lot you don’t think a lot
you don't think with thoughts, you think with your cock
but you’re not the type
and no your not that bright, you’re not in the light, not really

just think for yourself
maybe get some help
it might work on you
see what god can do
your stupid enough for therapy to hurt
but not enough to make it work

i know you think you tried
i know how it feels to die
just try it
you're excited
the tide of heat and nausea
playback of your trauma
my child did
she’s excited

i can hear you thoughts
they’re all up in knots
and their missing spots
you can take it off
but never not the cross
you’ll never know what you lost
you’ll never know what you lost
until you lose what you got

just think to be a man
you can't do what you can
but you’re leaving your land
and you’re already damned
and you look down to see in between your hands
just think to be a man


if you think a lot you don’t think a lot
you don't think with thoughts, you think with your cock
but you’re not the type
and no your not that bright, you’re not in the light, not really


just think for yourself
maybe get some help
it might work on you
see what god can do
your stupid enough for therapy to hurt
but not enough to make it work

Fat Brain

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