sup, it's been a year so I decided to remaster this. I might actually post here sometime. No promises tho.

Beat: "LUNA" by @lexay-xay
Required: www.instagram.com/lexay_xay_/?igsh

Lyrics:
Take it back, lovely start, fuckin up, pent up art
Bladed arms, slashin my heart, shawty efficient with devilish storms
Go get the demon! Fuck it she here...
Passin out wildin wasted with fear
She packin till I’m on my knees in defeat
Fatal and evil in deadlier heat when she floorin the gas
Takin it fast, fuck with the homies the way that she backed up
Next, askin for bands, dm’n a lot, but never a text, bet!
YUH! 
what I said, “lighten up?” 
fuckin sad, stackin dubs?
That’s a fact, lucky son?, naw she bad. yuh…

Fear them oh loveless son, your wings will come back soon..

THROW EM OUT, COMIN BACK LAST, BREAKIN THEM HEARTS I AIN’T GONNA BE THE LAST, 
YUH I’M ON MY SHIT, ON MY HEEL, I’MA MAKE COUPLE HUNDRED FEEL ME FOR REAL, 
AND GUESS WHAT? 
FUCK IT IF I NEVER SEE A MIL, I JUST WANNA MAKE EM SUMN WHEN THEY FEELIN ILL
SUMN THEY CAN BUMP WHEN THIS LIVIN AIN’T SHIT
BURNT OUT KIDS BUSY CUTTIN THEY WRISTS 

ION GOT RIZZ, ION GOT HALF THAT SHIT,
ION GOT SHAWTY’S WORTH HALF MY MINT
I’MA LAUGH AT THE PAIN FILLIN UP MY DEX
MAX CHILLIN WIT THE VILLAINS, THAT’S WHEN I’M UP NEXT

STATS, WANNA RELAX, THESE NUMBERS IS BLINDIN AN BLOCKIN MY PATH
YUH THAT’S JUST FACTS, CONSCIENCE IS FLOATIN SINCE I BEEN STUCK IN LIVIN THE PAST, YUH

MY FIRST SONG ONG THIS SHIT BAD FR

MY FIRST SONG ONG THIS SHIT BAD FR REMASTER (prod. Lexay)

I can't say that love hasn't always felt like a third degree burn

Beat: "BASTARD" by Zach Sutton

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Lyrics:
whats the matter love I'm right
why you running from my sight
always tryna start a fight
and baby fuck I think I might

run from real shit
I can’t keep pretending to 
give half them
sobbing into cellophane
or carbon-fiber instruments

I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT

I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT

SANS OF MY MIND
I PUT MY PEN TO THE PAGE
VOID OF MY SEMPITERNAL
NEED TO ENGAGE

YOU AIN'T FUCK WITH IT
HOW MANY TIMES DO I 
HAVE TO TELL THEM I DON’T GET 
NO JOY FROM THIS
COY AND SHIT
HIDE FROM IT
PORCELAIN

HYPERACTIVE SUPER-CURRENT
STILL DISTRACTED MUSIC SERVANT
LUSTFUL STUPID LUCID 
WOUNDED HIDING IN A BEAT PRETENDING
HE CAN’T SEE THE EDGE AND IF A MOTHERFUCKER GOING THROUGH IT
SUPERFICIAL POSER COULDN’T DREAM AGAIN UNTIL IT’S OVER

I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT

I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT 
I CAN’T FEEL RIGHT

I CAN'T FEEL RIGHT

I CAN'T FEEL RIGHT (PROD ZACH SUTTON)

🌊 token summer track (for depressed people) 🌴

Beat made by eidolic.
https://www.youtube.com/@eidolic.

Lyrics:
my life been stressful 
easin on the breaks and not a 
fate that I asked for shit
I feel I’m losing touch

and now they live inside a wired world
I’m pickin up the pieces falling back into salt
that’s why I’m all in, all in 
just maybe if I’m honest
they’ll listen 
cuz I been feelin slighted and angry
depressed and always fighting the same things
in other terms it’s like

sippin the sadness, just relax into the madness
sink into it like Atlantis, stealin listens like I’m nabit
and I’m on it like a habit, you can’t fathom how it happens, even I don’t understand it, sad I know but it’s a fact that I been 

feeding into thoughts that say I’ll never get a chance
my art could fade tomorrow, not soul would see it pass
my heart’s a cannonball, brittle small and made of glass
calloused disconnected when I stride over the grass

lied enough to make em hush
so I can focus on myself
inadequate inside my hobby 
make a song then go to trash it
empathetic, sad ,or mad at
how I choose to pass the time and
now I’m frantic tryna save it
quit or not, I’m indecisive

TIME IS WASTING, WASTED
MAKING WIPS THEN JUMP SHIP, I HATE IT
DON’T TELL THAT I’M GREAT, CUZ I MAKE SHIT
DON’T MENTION HOW I’M UP NEXT, THAT’S BASELESS

SPEWIN ALL THIS BULLSHIT, IT’S MUSIC
FUNNY HOW IT’S ART AND NOT THE ARTIST
THAT GETS ANY PRAISE IN THE PUBLIC
AND YOU ALREADY KNOW
THAT CRAWLIN UP FROM THE BOTTOM IS A HELL IN ITSELF, LETS GO

The Wash

hope you enjoy :3

Lyrics:
Lets go, to the place of envy that I live in
No more, I’m just sick of going on pretending
That I am fine with living in my shell so
I know, there’s no more time to swallow I’ll just wallow In pain, 
Well I guess all the time is what I say
I hate this. It just keeps on going, spinning round
When I hit the ground I hear the sound, it’s getting loud, too much right now.
I’m locked and loaded, with my heart, my soul, my love and what I wrote was;

Now it's seems too much to handle,
Always being passed up on the mantle.
When a better man plays, now I want to say
that I’m being staged, 
like I hate myself I tell them it’s all predestined for me to fail
And well, it hasn’t gone well enough, yeah I imagine that if we was made of gold we’d be sold to the highest bidder. And well I’m not a quitter, still feel like I’m a little bitter.
I’m copper let the hate hurt me, it’s electric
AC DC currents trends always with the worst luck.
Big smiles, big hugs, never gonna be enough
Trippin over words like hurdles, lacking gets my blood to curdle.
Don’t even have to tell me, these boots are getting heavy.
Go on let me tell you all about this raging muted fury.
Passion projects, basic concepts, getting stuck within the static
Now I'm in a manic panic, throwing shit, acting erratic.
Dropped from grace, a sinner from birth, sucks that I have to rehearse
My lines and confidence, my self esteem gets burned at the hearth.
I think that I’m needing a nurse, when I am feeling alert. 
A way to cope with needing to beat all the ones at the front.

Lets go, to the place of envy that I live in
No more, I’m just sick of going on pretending
That I am fine with living in my shell so
I know, there’s no more time to swallow I’ll just wallow In pain, 
Well I guess all the time is what I say
I hate this, It just keeps on going, spinning round
When I hit the ground I hear the sound, it’s getting loud, too much right now.
I’m locked and loaded, with my heart, my soul, my love and what I wrote was,

Lets go, to the place of envy that I live in
No more, I’m just sick of going on pretending
That I am fine with living in my shell so
I know, there’s no more time to swallow I'll just wallow In pain, 
Well I guess all the time is what I say
I hate this, It just keeps on going, spinning round
When I hit the ground I hear the sound, it’s getting loud, too much right now.
I’m locked and loaded, with my heart, my soul, my love and what I wrote was...

ENVY

just your average everyday fox producer (I'm not very good at it lmao) that also does other stuff too. (but mainly beats n shit)

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