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Lyrics:

Let’s take ‘em back. Yeah. Super Mario Bros, mother fucker.

Back to the easier times, not that back to when hot dog’s was only a dime. I mean jetpack back to a time so recently. Easier, not less sleazier but we didn’t freeze and shudder, cause we was a bunch of non observant, kids, now some parents was doing bids, some inheritance was poor, for sure, but I was lucky, I had a good childhood knock on wood all things still safe for me today, I just don’t trust I can go play, but way back, I had a tad of knack for video, gaming, Smash Bros I would clash those, taming other fights, I slept nights, dreaming ‘bout the scheming to get more time on the Wii, in my prime I would see, a lot of shot Bowser’s with assist trophies, Smash Bros Brawl not for cowards who pissed and go sleep on the game, calling it lame cause it ain’t Melee, I remember those discussions, this rushing euphorious was so glorious, thank you Miyamoto, we need a photo. I wrote letters to Nintendo, no pretendo, we friend o’vo’ a letter about Mario Party 3, don’t get me started G, G is for what by the way? Not gangsta, cause I don’t play at that, I need to chill on the image, maybe I’m too hard on myself, but I shelf the mimage, I feel better, image, mimic image, real set up I do not want a part of, I heart love the new school Mario bros for the DS, we is the best at the test, of beating it I feel, don’t look at YouTube cause that’ll rattle that theory and make me ill. I need to be the best, ha, bet you thought I would say truly, cause … fuck I can’t say it! I’m done.

HA! HEHE! Okay maybe I’m not, road to recovery, doesn’t ever end, YEE!

Back To Mario (Prod. apartment9 and baredex)

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Lyrics:

Yo, I’m a realer, person every day, I levy say with time and feeling. Heart On Sleeve, just as I start to leave, my prime it illing. To jump back in, I ain’t pump packin’ but I ain’t a sqeauler, I paint the realer picture of how rules are played, duels are slayed, let it be, ya gotta set it free, don’t get into another dude business, I won’t let a fued turn to mine, a nine could burn and blitz this. But that’s just me keeping cool, what rats see is taking it to the popo, they deep in ghoul, better off dead, crooked cops is shook when drops talk bad about ‘em, then stops the walk mad and got ‘em energy you have towards minorities, you’se a never be with the Hype if you don’t change ya type. I got the pipe dream that gleam, of us all getting along, betting that wrong turn right, is quite a sight that takes more might. We need to heed to make guns less accessible, the shop where they farm the killers snipe type, and arm the dealers (armadillos), I ain’t talking those mammals in the shells, I’m talking those damn tolls you take when you raising hells, shooting this and shooting that, rooting for a diss that at, too much of violence, so no there ain’t always silence, but it’s oh so situational, the police won’t help mo’ peace with thinking rational, we gotta lotta balance we need to achieve, I breathe a deadly leave in theory every time I even speak! But I ain’t weak, I’m just being real, seeing kill as a thing, life and death, strife is kept close, it crept toward those who thought they never have it, to those who close it boast a long life and to you laugh at ya, that ya thought you would be a goner, you a longer, some lack the G in them, now him a loner. Oh well, go tell ya story to me, truly I try to understand us all on this wonderland, but if you cop, ya gotta stop, drop and think. What they teaching you, preaching you to do is to sink. And I stand a man who ran off from his perspective. I’m just trusting who I be, not tryna be neglective, this is reflective of my love shown, hate grown, great shown, I wanna be good fate known.

Fate Known (Prod. apartment9 and MVC B)

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Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

A Hype and Amy. Haha, yo, check it out, yeah.

Check it out, yeah.
Check it out, yeah.
Check it out, yeah.
Check it out, yeah.

I don’t give a struck fuck, what I been through. I gotta lotta shit to prove, time to move, then do, what I claim my aim is, are we just some gamers, or a star far from a slum of trusting lamers to control us, and no dissing to the rollers, who role play, but my goal may be living my own, fuck picking the path chosen for me, I’m struck by the flicking my fab gab into a story of glory for me, giving my grown one his peak interest, they say I changed, wrath rearranged, from shit became estranged, a gaffe. Nah, that’s weak, not dissing what I got, this in my deep heart, I keep art from when I drew, Pokemon Cards there been a few I ran into, but time can change interest, rhyme my main entrance, into what I do, each sentence, can be the one to spark a whole nation, planning when done to shock my full location, neighborhood, they a good pack according to how they treat me, do they even know what they supporting when they meet me? Stop … let it breathe, before I leave, get what I weave through to you, each teach they own experience. Adore the heave of this dreary teary tense, up to you, or drink a cup of brew that bliss clearly is, how you wanna view that glass? And spread the view to kin, let it in how you see it pass. Time amass. This is universal, a curse you’ll see as that, could be a good free society that’s at, this variety from now, dumb how? You make it that, time is of the essence, my presence is to spit that lit, yeah.

Time Is Of The Essence (Feat. Amy Bestevez) (Prod. apartment9)

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Much love and support and respect for all of my transgender people out here. I love you so fucking much, I stand as an ally right here with all of you. I love you.

You wanna give me a pound? Bitch, you got no ounce, who gonna live free? Me wit’ the flow crowns, attached to head, what do I dread and then go bounce? When ya found fucking flailing and wailing at these pronouns. Gotta respect, a lotta be checked by the Hype. I salute the flag, blue, pink, white. My type is cisgender, but I’ve questioned in this blender, of finding true self, I grew health from finding this is his splendor, me as a dude, I think to slight is awful, and call me woke, a joke, but to target should be unlawful, the bar set low, I know we made, some progress, but no stress? Bitch, look at the shade, people give just over someone who live, the numb gun needs to shoot these fools back at they own face, wack that we groan, pace when we see the otherside, I ain’t having it, proud ally, I yell my, shit loud, get a crowd, ‘cause we need to unite, stand against, who fight, for more torture, shout out to the they/them, the only mayhem I can see in that is that a lonely politician is bitchin’ up out ‘bout that, at what? What they do? May screw ya child up? Bitch ya acting wild up in here, A Hype, stay ripe as a trans supporter. And more I stand for, my plans to love forever, in shorter, this is just the tip of the iceberg thrust. I have thoughts I’ve broughts and nice, work, trust. We need that within unity, not just a myth in who we be, we can be, see, man we been avoiding peace, let’s gets it on so strong, paranoid in streets? Doesn’t have to be this way, not for long. Let’s love, that’s if, we see we for us, this is his, hope for us, in this I lust trust, yes!

Transgender Ally Hype. On some real shit, I love, I love you. I love transgender people, I love you.

Transgender Ally Hype (Prod. apartment9 and starsmp3)

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Maybe today I’ll go and clean my room, and while for others it simple, hey G, for me it seen as doom. It’s gloom, tryna put messy clothes away, I’m stressing hoes cause they don’t wanna entertain a meet up, but it better I don’t pull a seat up, they hoes for a reas’, here’s a toast to my steez, you know it, I’m flowing letter by letter right to ya, I’m trapped in my head though, double lapped I read, fo’ get about it, I’m doubting my mind now, trouble aight, that I find, those 19 and younger got so much more hunger, I wonder, is it natural at almost 23 to fall for plenty to see? Nah, we still will ball. And I’m just letting this fall free, y’all, we need to change our shit. I’m trapped in a maze, nah but I got clapped, check backed by a gaze from my Mom, I’m not the saint I thought I was, caught a buzz and got too greedy, who needy? That’s me me, the kid who grew to be a monster, sponsor of the dirty flirty things he didn’t wanna be it, shit, this is my life now, my strife now, I live wanting to make that wife vow, but not work for it, just take be a jerk toward it, I don’t forward it, just want the rewards, trust flaunting these guards when I can pay for bodyguards will show I’m successful, bless filled, yes ill, still stress filled. I guess goal, is to be truly happy not anymore, unruly, sappy forced, of course I’m a semi whore, compared to what I once shared, it’s a trappy rhythm, I wanna doze past my flaws, take a nappy, hit ‘em back when he wake up, take up his face and face it, I became a shame, complacent, let’s face it. Yeah let’s face it, uh. Gotta pick up my room so end this song. Bye for loooong, no! I ain’t a suicidal bro the way I say, display it, this swaying is not always accurate, no plan for yo man, he just have to hit a sav’ within, he mything life thinking what it is, is this, shit this isn’t living, living like Hype. Yes, but stress is not what I want, I wanna flaunt no body guards by the way, at this moment of time, bloom sent is when ya free, then ya be safe from strafe and crazy hazy panic ya put in ya head, the dead ya plan it, maniac. Man, flip a dip to rip the shit and land it, standing on this block as a man who do chalk his success to Mom, don’t overthink, fuck was I drinking, nothing, but sober thoughts still got me bluffing.

Bluffing (But Love Is For Real) (Prod. apartment9 and MVC B)

II) i made you up in a daydream. 

SOCIALS:

ANGL:
www.instagram.com/hellboundangl/

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LYRICS:
(it’s times like these, when a girl needs her boyfriend the most)

i just made you up in a mothafuckin daydream 
silly of me to think anyone could love me
i don’t really know you but i wanna show the real me
even if you ain’t real baby just hold me

heart so cold, don’t get close or you might freeze 
i should have “caution” tatted somewhere on my arm sleeve 
heart so cold, don’t get close or you might freeze 
i should have “toxic” tatted somewhere on my arm sleeve 

(sometimes love has to go)
(cause it gets too cold)
(cause it gets too cold)

yeah, i had to let her go 
cause our love got cold and
everyone needs someone to hold 
not ripping at our throats 

cause thats what the world is made for
to break us down more and more 

i just made you up in a mothafuckin daydream 
silly of me to think anyone could love me
i don’t really know you but i wanna show the real me
even if you ain’t real baby just hold me

heart so cold, don’t get close or you might freeze 
i should have “caution” tatted somewhere on my arm sleeve 
heart so cold, don’t get close or you might freeze 
i should have “toxic” tatted somewhere on my arm sleeve 

(sometimes we just need love)
(one day i’ll feel enough)

someone call the doctor 
i picked up the blade again 
i don’t even know who the fuck
are my real friends 

someone call the doctor 
i picked up the blade again 
i think you need to run some 
tests on my fuckin head

talking 2 ghosts in my daydreams w/ Apartment9

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

So appreciative the creative minds align. Locative every place, since date of birth I levy chase. Of my worth, on Earth, stress binds the sign. That yes, it’s all within, ya heard I’m wordsmith’n. My swell path, why hell hath no fury. Like one scorned, I done warned you of the worry. All it take to make ya body a blood lake. Is a shoddy, this hit like Gotti, ain’t a thud fake. The stud break into pieces, crud ache like feces. My goal in full to have the bull decreases. Shit, it, tough n rough, I ain’t gon’ bluff. On stuff, I speak the real, I do not tweak the deal. Life ain’t all fluff, y’all puff to get by. Bet my damn self need some weed on the shelf. Heed to the lessons, blessings from me. And Amy, fame be chased by a dummy. Faced crummy choices, from bad chummy voices. Tad bit caring, only ‘bout mad shit sharing. Lonely out in the solar system. ‘Cept I kept a few homies, spew polar and ya missed ‘em. It’s bits of good that could make this being. Worth living, not much girth giving, got such seeing. Pain, main, tain, that’s hard. Life cut like knife, shut ya mic and rats! Ya scarred, this music your sure passion. Way to say how ya feel, now we deal. Wit’ a fashion crashin’, when we off. We scoff at that notion that life is just a motion. But what, it is, get this in ya head. As long I has song, no need to dread. Greed is dead wrong, some numb and fed strong. Outta making racks, taking stacks and like a bong. Inhale ya fume, a tail of doom, can I. Read the room, nah, I just bleed the gloom. Man I, just thrust facts, I lust max. Euphorious, who glorious. Us, let thus the win begin.

Within (Re-Recording) (Feat. Amy Bestevez) (Prod. apt9)

IV) maybe this is crazy bc i met u in a bar 
SOCIALS:
ANGL:
www.instagram.com/hellboundangl/

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https://m.soundcloud.com/weareapartment9

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LYRICS:
(maybe this is crazy)

(it’s times like these when a girl needs her boyfriend the most)

i found safety inside of your arms
maybe thats crazy 
cause i don’t know who you are

i met you in a bar

but i feel like i know you
and i know you feel it too

i’m sorry i can’t confess 
any feelings in my head
it’s just the way
i was raised 

old habits, die hard
but i know ill go far
old habits, love hard
but i won’t go that far

(okay here’s a story)

you sang your songs 
after sex in your bed
i adore every single word 
that you said

maybe one day
you’ll write a song about me
here’s a song for you
but ill never tell you

i can see the lust 
inside of your hazel eyes 
but id drown myself 
inside you another time 

can you see the trust?
inside of my devil eyes
even when i try to hide 
i’m sorry, i just gotta hide
 
i found safety inside of your arms
maybe thats crazy 
cause i don’t know who you are

i met you in a bar

but i feel like i know you
and i know you feel it too

i’m sorry i can’t confess 
any feelings in my head
it’s just the way
i was raised 

old habits, die hard
but i know ill go far
old habits, love hard
but i won’t go that far

ive been drawing circles on your chest 
while a girl sleeps inside of my bed
maybe that’s too cold
maybe that’s too cruel

(maybe that-)

you told me that you like me more than your ex
i told you i feel safer with you than my ex

maybe that’s crazy
tell me what you think about that baby?

i met you in a bar w/ Apartment9

just dance

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https://m.soundcloud.com/weareapartment9

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https://twitter.com/apt9charlie?s=21

drink whatever baby
put a bottle on my tab
and you can pull me close
and dance like

dance like it's our last
dance like it's our last
last night on earth

last night on earth w/ Apartment9 *bonus song*

VII) grief.

SOCIALS:
ANGL:
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https://m.soundcloud.com/weareapartment9

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https://twitter.com/apt9charlie?s=21

LYRICS:

(it’s times like these, when a girl needs her boyfriend the most)

if all the good die young 
i guess that explains 
why im still alive 

though my mother 
she would argue 
it’s just not my time
my time

how i wish it was
cause the faces that i love
i’ve watched them come and go
with no chance to say goodbye 

how i miss my mom
and my friends 
and the cats

when will the pain end?
why the good ones dead?

i just wanna say “i love you”
to my mama once again
i just wanna say “hey LEVEL$”
hear his voice again

i hope you never know what it’s like to lose a friend
nothing really worse than holding her cold hands 

maybe im too jaded 
or too pessimistic 
i think im realistic 
i’ve seen life for what it is

maybe im too jaded 
or way too pessimistic 
i think im realistic 
i’ve seen life for what it is

enjoy the little moments 
cause all the biggest 
can be the rarest
so enjoy the little moments 

enjoy all the laughter 
enjoy all the love
enjoy every person 
even the ones you fucked

if all the good die young 
i guess that explains 
why im still alive 

though my mother 
she would argue 
it’s just not my time
my time

how i wish it was
cause the faces that i love
i’ve watched them come and go
with no chance to say goodbye 

how i miss my mom
and my friends 
and the cats

when will the pain end?
why the good ones dead?

(why the good die young?)
(why the good die young?)

(why the good die young?)
(why the good)

(why the good die young?)

(why the good die young?)

(tell me, why the good die young?)
(tell me, why the good die young?)

(why the fuck am i still alive?
when all the good die young)

why do all the good die young? w/ Apartment9

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