alcoholics mixtapes 

desert temple
desert temple 

gotta get this flower on the low
tell em look at the flowers reap what u sow
pressure plate be the end of me
smoke this pressure its enlightening 
its frightening oh no
got the bad ending, too slow
electric currents still flow
life force bein chased in the meadow
pack of coyotes down from below
take train all throughout the metro
reach the wasteland i can see the geckos
long ago in the sky i saw a crow
in this world we're surrounded by some grains of sand
reach the desert temple im in treasureland

tattoine, two suns orbiting
coin flipping, your fate is history
18, ima get a tattoo of my fallen friend
no country, rid the cycle of the system
anton, ants walkin a straight line
takin pics of my last moments in this world
cloud nine i ain even in this fkn world

desert temple

alcoholics mixtapes

crashland on your house like its rimworld
hash landin in my lungs like fuck the world
fuck its save the world
please find your roots
stay up in yo business suits
fruits of labor but the fruit is rotten 
17 levels deep like its coruscant  
try to tell me how the world is im like no its not
(no its not) 3 days 3 nose bleeds
face all fkn bloody  
js smoked a blunt at the dmv, 
im my own celebrity fuck tmz

to grow tall as a tree u gotta plant tha seed

js smoked a blunt at the dmv, 
im my own celebrity fuck tmz
ride through my city
wit that swagger that jus hit ya
hit ya wit these two hands if you tryna battle wit me

root

alcoholics mixtapes

coolin in the upside down
poison put you down below
rush of blood all to my head
hangin wit my bro we hangin off the ledge
hangin on the ledge (off the ledge)
rush of blood all to my head (to my head)
beautiful cloud formations when i see you
wonder if my rings can fit around you
red tulip reveals the heart inside
blackened char smoke fills my confines 

asteroids for problems well i wear an asteroid belt
avoid talk with me what i felt from you
black void front of me for a billion miles
pink floyd animals off an opioid
took off with disease now im destroyed
waitin for my organs to cease n bleed
follow my dreams like my name sally reed
hollow are the souls of the zionists creed

asteroids

Cccold Novemberrr

Music created telling the personal stories from the first section of stories, entitled "Pioneers of Alcoholics Anonymous" from the back of the Alcoholic's Anonymous Big Book 4th edition

Dr.  Bob's Nightmare

mane i hate a racist fuckhead  
fuck a race, bitch we bleedin red
every race yea its fuckin rigged 
yea they lace your mf head
yea they waitin til we fkn dead
hide in plain sight aimin sights at our heads
needle in the haystack risin all our rent
but the bird flies freely when its heaven sent

oh thank god
i just got my rights taken thank god
budget cuts for the one percent thank god 
kneel before the king and thank god 
why the fuck u worship a fuckin fraud
warships yea i see em in the distance now
try to impregnate me wit ur prageru
i ain tryna hear that so heres the damn boot

livin once again sifting thru my brain tonight
shifting gears today i be getting 2 damn high
fall over on the ground
take me to the hillside bury me in the fall
indigo, somewhere far, indica make me slow
i put on a magic show
i think that you should grow
break your shield and kick the door
sick of all these side effects
wield a sword of fire aspect
what did you expect you just should've known
reefer kill my lungs
stiller as they sung
they dont understand
they hear me speak in tongues
head feelin numb
mixin substances
add em together man whats the sum
locked in a glass cage aquarium
sippin on some rum
mane i rlly need sum rum
lookin real crazy lookin dumb

eyes fucked up beyond belief
turnin red off a mf reef
turn in my bed i cant fuckin sleep
blood seepin out my nostrils
stuffed full of phetamines

magic show

frozen on the mountain
throw a fifth into the fountain
make a wish then get to countin
dopamine killer bitch im down in it
if i get some rum yeah im downin it
if i get some vodka yeah im downin it
if i get some bourbon yeah im downin it
if i get tequila yeah im downin it
to peel off my skin, anhedonia
i been waitin for that moment that i wont wake
conversation feelin dormant something i cant take
conversation feelin dormant something i cant take

to seal all my sins, anhedonia
to heal from within, anhedonia

anhedonia

ft. inyure

every single god dayum day  
goin too dayum hard
see the sunray off like 2 hours
they gonna put me inna ward
nails to the board
drop the sails we go forth
my body drops, vitals stop bitch
they burnin crops the genociders riches
leanin off these ciders mixed wit whiskey
follow our rules, follow our rules
follow our rules or be gone from history
looking from a distance all i see is mirrors
fractions of your face
the wool that comforts you will be torn with shears
tear me limb from limb
im on edge, im on edge

i hit em off that ledge
they falling through the hedge
walkin up the stairs they terrified
falling roof they're tongue's tied
the cold breeze crashes down
i feel like im falling down
the wool that i once had
they stole it just ask me lad
you know they quiver
i flow down the river
my world feels like its capsizing
i feel the need to plead
my body sits there
until the future
lets all just pretend
that we all had to blend in
fending for myself
to protect myself
the truth lies within
i feel one with the end

2 hard

alcoholics mixtapes

rollercoaster and my hair flyin back
it flies off the tracks im in pieces i cannot put myself together
my pieces are all aligning in the air
asking whens the whens and wheres, somethin that is rare
sickly wit the bends they jus stare, fuck em ion care
gotta street spirit bitch im walkin when its night out
they wanna take my spirit but i go head and fade out  
bitch i fade out
fade out
bitch i fade out
walk walk walk
they jus talk talk til i turn to glass
reflect their spirits into they ass
fuck like fuck these feelings[
buckshot thru yo ceiling
in yo attic do ya feel me 
i cant stand this shit 4 bout any longer
stand w me 4ever, 4ever

can you stand w me 4ever
ask me for a hand all limbs 4 severed
Edward 40 hands lit up in tha function

turnin up in hell
fly up tinker bell 
drink or sink oh well
they try to get u with what they sell
im aimin for the kill
no i do not like you pussy u make me ill 

stand w me

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