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THE GOATSSSS

FALL TO MY KNEES! (W/ ANAZORO, TJR, & HELLABLURRY) (PROD. BRAYDEN POTTS)

PAINT IT BLACK w/ KOTANAJI [prod. brayden potts]

PROD. COLDPLUSHTOY

the same shit but different days
got tons of misfortune, revel in dysfunction
life's a bitch but he gon suck until I finish
stay afloat, I might be finished
try again, my lives, replenished
in that mode so keep your distance, yeah
new gen's attention spans diminished
keep all my soliloquies compact
since niggas think that I just yap
can't digest the words I say
it's abstract, stay cryptic but I digress
announcing that you're blocking me ain't gonna make me care
be happy that I still talked to you with that whole affair
now I don't say much, I don't really have to
know that friends gon come and go
the fuck I look like tryna chase
what was never there in the first place?
nonsense seems to be your fixture
I buried all my problems 6 feet under
I've had many ties in my time that I've outgrown
and soon was torn asunder
and where they're at right now
is something that I always wonder

ASUNDER [prod. coldplushtoy]

lineup:
@killwaryy
@astrmani
@hellablurry

[PROD. LUCK2]

SELF PROMO [w/ waryy, mani & blurry]

@astrmani
@hellablurryy
@1twovrt
@boolymon 

lyrics:

(mani)

i can’t wait til a nigga catch you 
i up my pole, then a nigga stretch you 
i know that im better, sorry i upset you 
wanted to be gang and i woulda let you
lil nigga you suck, who tf you solo?
keep speaking on niggas, thinking you a homo
broke ass nigga, thinking he a hobo
your music is trash nigga i won’t promo 
your rapping is trash nigga, stick to singing
i catch that fuck nigga, get to swinging 
these .22 bullets finna have him stinging 
hoe calling my phone, yeah she steady ringing
hoe calling my phone, nigga i ignore 
can’t cop no flight nigga, cause he poor
ride around yo city like im on a tour 
yo bitch cheating on you, she a whore

nigga you don’t solo shit cause you’re garbage 
steady making shoegaze, you’re not an artist 
nigga copping pleas, swear that boy retarded
thinking that he up, he ain’t even charted
and that nigga still mad he got bitched 
flash on the stick, nigga get flicked 
that nigga a hoe, he ain’t on shit
nigga you a fan, ion want a pic
and that other nigga still ain’t slide yet
doing all them drugs, how he ain’t die yet?
niggas be surprised i ain’t up my fye yet
wasn’t gon speak, i was keeping quiet 
that diss that you wrote, nigga it was ass
don’t cap in that shit, you ain’t making cash
you started the beef, nigga check the facts
and i’m going up, nigga check the stats 

(blurry)

damn, crazy how comes 'round
cuz you always on fuckshit
over talm bout "ion wanna problems"
then why would you post it?
you always on dumb shit
nigga, I'm not even gonna try wit yo ass
don't ever say that you're versatile with all of them shoegaze beats in yo search list
now I can sit and admit that I liked it, yes
glad you been sticking to that, cuz it's really the only thing you're kinda good at
nigga I know that you and yo homies some snakes, I gave them respect and they talking shit behind my back
I called you a cornball, all in my dms, you sitting here crying like "where's my follow back?"

bitch you lucky I talked to yo ass in first place
you was all on my dick when I said I was tryna do rock, said that's cool then I had to hit backspace
still out here tweakin on niggas that's friends with your so called opps
it sounds like you're scared of getting replaced, I get it
don't run up on me putting holes thru yo fitted lil nigga, pull up to CT now let's get it

it's been a whole year and some change, you still haven't changed
you on the same shit that dun got yo ass bitched in the first place
it really ain't all that deep, it's just really cringe, you always gon end up in last place
soloing who? you couldn't even solo me and I had more names than the niggas in my workspace
nigga
fuck you and your niggas in Sxber
better tell that lil bitch it ain't over
don't you try to reply, I'm just doing this all for fun and even then the shit is already over

catch you ft. blurry (twovrt & boolymon)

PROD. ZEROFAULT

taking sips up out the shot glass
too scared to go full throttle
ain't no junkie, this ain't jackass
I fear I might crash and burn
I've been burnt out
spreading ashes from the urn
I feel my patience wearing thin
cuz that ignant shit for the birds

I'm sick of people
take that mask off
still tryna make a scene
I got some wounds that need to heal,
but you wouldn't care if I bleed
I wanna up and disappear,
there's a lot more shit that I need
I feel obsessed, obsessed with all of the lies
that you try to feed (x2)

this ashwagandha ain't been helpin'
it just only grew resentment
misanthropy and cynicism's
all so very tempting
wanna lay out on the tracks
and make it rain, no recollecting
vision fades as I descend
at this point, I just accept it

I wanna restart
new friends, new body, new life
I'm sick and tired
wanna carve my brain out with a knife
or slam my head the wall
cuz I can't go to sleep
the voices getting way too loud
and I'm sinking too deep

I SAVED A BULLET FOR MYSELF [prod. zerofault]

PROD. ZEROFAULT

wake up
put that fucking mask on
scream until your lungs pop
keep going 'til your voice gone
what's that gonna do for you?
you tryna play pretend like you don't feel nothin'?
paycheck's way too low, it makes you wanna go and steal sum?

you're 21 still loving with your mom's
boy get up off yo ass
stop being pussy, sinking in the void
and dwelling on the past
the flaws that you address?
you never fixed, you just deflect
you scared of life? yeah I can tell
you just can't say it with your chest

cuz you a bitch, an ugly f*****
that's too weak to grow a backbone
I can't be sweet and gentle
I gotta stay with this exact tone
to get it thru your fucking head that this is part of life
just rip the fucking band-aid off
and take your own fucking advice

I could double down on this shit but I'll spare you
I see the look on yo face
go 'head and punch me, I dare you
you ain't no thug, you ain't a fighter
you a bitch that gives too many chances
and that exact reason is why your ex took advantage

you grew some balls and got away, congratulations
but you gave up on your "friends"
and went ghost without an explanation
the lack of communication makes room for imagination
I don't know how he's still with you
you can't make a clear interpretation
of why you love him

you know he questions it, why can't you answer?
he showed he cared and all of a sudden you're affectionate?

a joke without a punchline is what you are
a man without a plan, and I don't see yo ass going far
I don't know how you made it here
attached to your domain 
cuz the thought of living is what you fear
the pieces of your psyche breaking off
and you can't cohere
a life-long battle with yourself is what this is 
and you making it clear

SHOULDER DEITY [prod. zerofault]

PROD. TWOVRT + MANI + FIBRR
FEAT. @ASTRMANI

BLURRY:
not gonna lie, you better off killing yourself
we posted outside with them sticks like a protest
make one move we decreasing yo health
got hoodies and masks, we blastin', kick thru the front
them niggas don't care about stealth
stay flexin' on ig live, we takin' yo bands
we steady decreasin' yo wealth
it's a brand new year with the same 'ol stress
cuz life has been giving the belt, fuck

if life was a bitch, then I promise to God,
I would clock her for making my dick soft
I'll shoot a fuck nigga in his dreadlocks
laid his ass out by the bus stop
bitch, don't play with them fast ass hoes
you fucking 'em raw and wonder why yo dick hot
nigga got happy feet, better pipe down
don't need a mask to see you get popped
caught with a beam to his face and he froze
now he talkin' to God bout the route he chose
lil nigga just stop it
bitch, I do what I do, I don't care bout the profit
bitch, I said what I said, you ain't gonna do shit
let's go ahead and switch up the topic

ain't been on ash in a month
got through, don't need that shit
I'm mad that I let myself become that way
still up, chest out in this bitch
best know that this ain't gon change
talk down on me and get clipped
if you know what's best, better pipe the fuck down
we know you ain't bout that shit

saying I'm better off dead
I'll be in LA, come and kill me yourself then, pussy
talkin bout guns and mags
you out on the field still holding that shit like a rookie
jumping the gun, don't do that shit
pop out to yo crib with a stick in a hoodie
nah, I'm just playin', I ain't gonna go all that way
just make yo ass look goofy

MANI:
yo, that nigga dumb as a bitch if he think that he sliding on me and he finna come shoot me
bag on on my back carry gen 5, gen 5, perc 10 too, got clips like a movie 
my niggas carrying arps in a black ass truck, i think this shit a dually 
slimey as fuck, i’m not fuckin wit you, think you part of the team you get cut like you coolie 

bitch ass hoe ass dumb ass nigga, on god yall pissing me off 
think he soloing me on his best day, that bum bitch can’t fuck with me at all
pop so much pills like i been through it all
im not yo friend, won’t pick up yo call
im innat court, nigga we can ball
got G23 up inna drawls 
got G3C when i’m inna city 
heard he want smoke, nigga come n get me
762 and it got a titty 
i ain’t fuck wit his last song cus it’s shitty

these niggas incompetent
they thinking they poppin shit, they lacking the knowledge in
i’m omniscient, he think that he bout the shit, it’s really the opposite 

BLURRY:
confidence, he lackin' that common sense
it comes with a consequence
your cognizance, stuck deep in your consciousness
that's only the concept, bitch
ain't boxin' shit
that bait got you talkin' shit
you know that I'm toxic, bitch
I'm honest, shit, that loser ain't stopping shit
he better off calling it quits

MANI:
these niggas not stopping shit, i put a glock 19 to yo noggin bitch 
so what’s with the talking bitch? im tryna run down, no i ain’t walking bitch 
want smoke then its fogging bitch, they found his body now they get to chalking bitch 
this loud got me coughing bitch, i catch a opp he get put in a coffin bitch 

i put a box on the back of a glock tryna catch me a nigga yea i want a head tap
i took a perc now i’m high in the sky, now i’m coming down, i think i got jetlag 
said he want smoke, he said pull up, he dropped the lo, told that boy bet that
bitch we outside, what you wan’ do? i got a stick, you cannot get past

WE OUTSIDE w/ MANI [prod. twovrt + mani + fibrr]

PROD. GHOWSTE + FLOWERS IN NARNIA

tired of being a side piece
in everybody's story except my own
feeling like I'm never in control
spotted all the strings attaching to my bones
ventriloquist or puppeteer?
tryna weigh the scale, words and actions
always questioning my soul
tolerance is waning every single day
I spit soliloquies, don't give a fuck about the plays

passion left the building months ago
talking to a mic's the only form of therapy I got
and even then, I cannot wrangle all my thoughts
and step outside the void and not get caught
and put back in the spot I was before
feeling like a fuckin' bot

autopilot, days repeating
mask receding, grew facetious of my own internal appearance
like tryna sneak a gun through security clearance
commendations, getting praised for perseverance
bittersweet poems from the author
barely got my head above the water
I just wish you didn't see me falter
there's no drill to fix the loose screw,
tryna keep my head up on my shoulders
just endure it, I don't wanna end up like my father

----

why are all my friends dying?
every day I see an angel flyin'
shots are ringing out and got the corners cryin'
gave advice, it ain't applying
now you talkin' through a ouija board
and all the shit you say got something underlying

a pretty day, but I still feel ugly
clouded mind, my body hurts like I just came from rugby
got nobody by my side to wake me up and hug me
I need some head and need some bread, shit, either one would be lovely
don't go outside without some pocket change
I only do it since I got three dollars to my name
my job just jit me out my hours, need to find another
with better pay so I can help my momma and my brother

gang violence, drugs, sickness & suicide
the cries for help you just listened to and just threw aside
most of my friend groups dead, imprisoned, or living lives
I'm by myself with unknowns spawning to say hi
them 580s, don't you stop there
my homie D lived by there
them train tracks, he got popped there
bloody creeks, cuz bodies of all ages always drop there
dried blood I'm stepping on
at least before the rain appeared

why are all my friends dying?
every day I see an angel flyin'
shots are ringing out and got the corners cryin'
gave advice, it ain't applying
now you talkin' through a ouija board
and all the shit you say got something underlying

CORNERS [prod. ghowste & flowers in narnia]

PROD. 8STRINGS

"niggas do not want to test shit" 😹

smoked out cigarettes
wanted smoke, puttin' one in his lung
now he beggin for breath
vibe check, CTE, swing a bat at his temple
that boy tryna bang up his set
he came with a posse, I had to go check
if it's more than three, then I'm sending a few
right back to the lobby
556, got it sitting right by me

pimp in distress, pimp in distress
a couple of cases, you better be lucky
he ain't get a hole in his chest
Mr. Krabs, penny pinchin', got my finger twitchin'
Blurry, just give it a rest
nah, brotha tryna smear my name on some bullshit
he must think he insane
nigga telling me to do better
aight bet, nigga, now let's play us a game

never have l ever lost a fight,
had my father try to sue the school,
lost, then decided to move
never have I ever snitched to my mom bout some e-beef
and still think I was cool
never have I ever had my parents
locked up for that shit going on in the motel room
boy, you's a fucking fool
you is a fuckin' lame
you can say all that you want about me
but I promise the dirt that both of us got
ain't nowhere the same
you Lois Lane, I'm high as a bird or a plane

this is a dangerous game for you
my mom's a teacher, but you already knew that
cuz all of the "dirt" that you got is shit I was telling you
shit I could be yo substitute
so park yo ass, let me teach you something
the subject here is cause and effect
you better be glad I ain't being direct
foul play, boutta give me a tech
9 words'll put a hole in your neck
ties cut and I can see you a wreck
put the fries in the bag, better get you a check
so why'd you make the decision you made
then say you the best with a puffed out chest?
you not
keeping this shit in the booth
don't do nothing stupid, 
don't go out here thinking you Dot

size 9 to yo face
imma step on a nigga
don't go in that alleyway
my name still come into play
got stuck in that strand
done doley, no Araneae (RNA)
my vision distorted, it's looking Dalmatian
I'm growing impatient with all of these frauds
K9's and lap dogs, my hands bi
got me swinging at them and they broads
"beat his ass, take his phone"
for some reason, I don't really think you got the balls
pissing me the fuck off
kept pushing my buttons,
it's up, don't try to hit pause (paws)

can't slide for your sister
so makes you think you gon slide for yo bitch?
my bad, did I too far?
hakuna matata, we all know you ain't gon do shit
yeah, that smile better leave yo face
better watch yo mouth in my presence, bitch
nigga, my momma don't make no 100k, muhfucka
the fuck is you talkin bout, bitch?
I'm out here getting a job
You stay there and leech them allowances, bitch
how many origins you gonna fabricate?
fucked up, had to jump 4 houses, bitch
got a problem with yo drinking
yo bitch ain't so freethinking
Long Live the Saints, hoe, what you thinking, nigga?

MR. KRABS [prod. 8strings]

PROD. BRAYDEN POTTS
FEAT. @ASTRMANI

THIS WAS MADE BEFORE "WE OUTSIDE."

COME OUTSIDE w/ MANI [prod. brayden potts]

I AIN'T ALL THERE, BUT I'M HERE.
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