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Album art by Rich Pellegrino
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Lyrics

I said I be goin' Wonka,
I could take the whole factory,
Actually, then I guess I'm Charlie Bucket
Fuck it,
Make it chocolate rain on them bitches when I bump and
They ain't gotta back it up to dump it
Righhtttt
Dip it low, then bring it up slow yeah
Millian got um on the floor
And if you do not get, then I will never slow and
I will not explain, that's why you got a Grandpa Joe so
Come with me if you really want to see a little world of pure imagination
Yeah, go ahead and taste it
I get chocolate wasted in a world with no exaggeration, I'm basin'
Out with that 808 kick
Make you feel it in ya hips
Let me see a little dip 
Then stop it at the tip
And shake a little bit
I could play you like a station, face it

I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist
I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my
x2

Hold up,
I'm back motherfuckers, relax 
Have a snack and a coffee, two Equal
An... I could take a pause, I don't even need to breath see
Adding Raw Sugar to my prequal
Rigghhttt
Charlie Bucket, I don't ever stir ruckus and
When it comes to soda I'm above it,
I'mma take the boat, bitch you can take the oven
And I got a Grandpa Joe makin' sure I ain't redundant
Right, you can
Come with me please not T.V. keepin' Mike's if its consolation
Of course,
I don't need a teleporter, I just need a Porsche in my world without any destination
I'm sayin'
Words that provoke a little though, yeah
Leave um' fellin' lost if the meanings never caught
And it never had a cost, like
No, it can't be bought
I'mma leave um askin' "What?"
With my pure imagination, and this
Isn't for the kids who don't ever like to think
All the stupid mutherfuckers in the basement
They just like it for the beat, cause it's Willy Wonka sweet
Get a job and a fuckin' education.

I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist
I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my
x2


Pure Imagination (Produced by [B] Rogers)

Bitches Ain't Shit (Filthy Frank cover)

Credits to Filthy Frank
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Filthy Frank- Friendzone Song

WEEABOO SONG Filthy Frank

I feel more and more hopeless every day

Tribute to Harambe - Filthy Frank

Produced and Mixed by @ibr

Gang Vocals by @offthejump Mens Choir 

Lyrics:

Young Boof been gettin money
Young Boof been gettin guap
Young Boof been makin paper but 
I give it to my baby moms

my ex takes my checks and my Chex mix 
and if I don't pay the damn wretch I get arrested
I bought a Nesquick with the dollar that she left me
they ran out of chocolate so I had to get the strawburry
had to sell my old house man I had a pool
my new apartment haunted homie I aint tryna gab a ghoul
use my jeans pockets, to heat my hot pockets
I pick pocket goth kids at the hot topic
collect box tops, I'm tryna cash em in
I'll be saying pass the gin til its time to pack it in
it's happenin, I've turned into a fat jabroni
all because a homie gotta pay his alimony
she filed divorce, sweatin me for child support
I'm chuggin puddin by the quart to fix my broken heart
I got 33 dollars in my bank account
but act like a baller for my kids when I take them out

I'm a single dad, sad, eating Kraft singles
hand in the can when I'm tryna grab the last pringle
jerkin off, drinkin, wearin birkernstocks
lookin for some sugar from the grannies at the burger spot
divorced boof brought a date to a porn shoot
we ate mu shu pork then I fucked her in a morph suit
poor dude readin du fu in the bathroom
face by the glory hole blowin like a bassoon
gotta make a couple bucks where I can
leavin snacks for the hobos that fuck in my van
buy my overalls at Costco lookin pretty boss though
feelin like my lifes at a crossroads
hot loads hit my face like a Mack truck
just another sad fuck with some bad luck
toaster in the bath tub, dead in the water
I wonder who will find me, my son or my daughter

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

prod. Ibrahim

she left me for my personal trainer (prod. Ibrahim)

Lyrics: 

Most nights I spend alone staring at Orion's belt 
Crooked constellation tell the future 
Try to find myself 
I wonder why God waits until I fail so he can try to help 
Anxiety has plagued me with debates 
The mind unwinds itself 
Denies that health is fading faster 
Always happens just right after
Laughter dies away and burning pain begins to take its place 
Always when I'm bound to sleep 
Awake to sounds of busy streets and screams from neighbors fighting 
Please just take me far from apathy 
What's happening? 
Demons grab my feet they're dragging me 
Down to depths unknown I float there ain't no gravity 
Wake up in the dusk I just leave my room a mess 
Empty 40s hoarding absent space around my desk 
Exploring horrid stories I've buried in my head 
Ignoring pouring morning coffee with a little gin 
Absent of a grin 
Absent of smile 
I think I'm gonna feel this for a while 
Hear me singing

Hook: ladadadadadadadadada x2

So heres how all my days are spent:
Wide awake at 4am
Cigarettes for breakfast then
I go to work same shit again
Fake a smile so no asks
How I pass the hour glass
I say "I don’t, I pass the bottle." 
dad thinks that I’ve got a problem
Ex said that im just an addict
Manic thoughts they make me panic 
Attacks are random, didn't plan it 
Can't escape intrusive thoughts or 
Break away from Luci's locks 
Until no put some music on and 
Drift away to space a place so far away displaced are all my demons 
Breathing settles down 
My hands no longer shaking 
Steps toward recovery might be the thing that breaks me 
So I crack a beer and light a joint another night of thinking. 
Headphones on I'm all alone 
Listen closely, 
Hear me singing: 

Hook 
Ladadadadadadada

As Days Pass(prod. Ibrahim)

@flayvors

happy valentine's day :)

art by bennie (http://www.instagram.com/cozylile)

this is a thank you for everything
a semi-colon hovering where something once was menacing
a "soon-to-be continued" that exists after the ending screen
the only song i know that i would ever even wish to sing
when the heat is blistering, you're the ice that's glistening
inside my cup of tea, which is also you... interesting
throughout all the seasons, in this transition of winter-spring
you've been here beside me with the sweet nothings you're whispering
you're a lovable, angelic piece of perfect
and anything i do for you is worth it
times a million and a half, we can sit and be resilient and laugh
in between the subtle compliments and billlions of half-
kiss/half-hug/half-cuddle moments we share
i know it's unfair that we could only spend a few days here
but i'm yours, and i think that it's clear
so forget about goodbye, this is "see you soon, my dear"

'cause i love you and i'd like to spend forever
in the sublte warmth inside your arms, like fireplaces' embers
i will try my best to keep you by my side until the weather
turns apocalyptic, and we end up drifting to the nether
but we'd still be wearing sweaters when we got there
'cause we're both too caught up in cuteness to care 'bout hot air
and even if it burnt me alive, i'd have my crosshairs
set up on your heart, making art, 'cause why stop there?
i'll keep on creating for you until my final days
dancing in the living room and smooching while the vinyl plays
i've been losing track of the romantic shit i'm tryna say
but basically i love you and that's kinda gay...
i'ma stay by your side when i can
keep your grip on my hand
'cause we can both hear the compliments coming in from these pals of mine
i've been wondering if you would be my valentine

valentine (prod. flavors)

download <3

wake up, it's time for bool

@nosentences

got my eyes on the computer screen, tryna work my digits in
fidget with the lettering but never with the sentences
pause check the clock, and it appears it's six a.m. again
another night wasted or another day finished
and my mind is steady running in place
i don't wanna fall asleep, 'cause i've got so much to say
but i don't wanna stay awake and keep exhaustion at bay
because i presently am dead inside the bed where i lay
i might as well work now, maybe it could suffice
as more a method of confusion than a dip into life
it's like my body parts are planning out an intricate heist
but my mind is logged in on a different device
and my session expired, i'm exceptionally tired
every step is like fire straight from my head to my toes
see, i'm an excellent liar when i've slept the required
8 or 7 hours prior, but at present i'ma go the fuck to sleep and--

*bwoooooooooomp*

okay rise and shine, hello to the ladybugs
insert several other stupid phrases about waking up
rub the sleep out of my eyes and view the clock that hangs above
and hit the snooze a couple times to keep my hours 8 or plus
check my phone once, twice, three times, four
just so i can see the second i'm messaged by mon amour
for a date or a small excursion straight to a donut store
where i'm holding an open door to convey that i'm spoken for
and it's great, it's a total score, it's a wonderful set of things
that exist in my present bubble of love where the petals sing
as they're blooming on every flower, moving to better springs
engulfed in a heavy shower of rain that the weather brings
and... even though my days might be presented slow
they pass before my eyes at higher rates than even jets can go
and the cycle will repeat itself like history and reddit posts
so what's the point in fighting it? i'm staying up and letting go

alarm (prod. no sentences)

In A World Of Pure Imagination

Support Frank: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tybgyk3hfoM

Filthy Frank - ASIAN PIZZA

"Extra" (Prod. Trxpsix)

chameleon [demo]

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Prod. Ian Crumley (Gold Revere)

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