prod. @trechorboy
feat. @novagarden

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Lyrics:
its so easy to fake im happy
but under the surface, the surface
im fuckin lost and confused, im used and abused
dont feel worth it, im worthless

its so easy to fake im happy
but under the surface, the surface
im fuckin lost and confused, im used and abused
dont feel worth it, im not worth you time

its so easy to fake im fine
but under the surface, the surface
im getting kicked when im down and sometimes i think i deserve it, have i lost my mind?

if you love me then you'd talk to me
tell me bout your problems please?
tell me that you still fuckin care
cause this is nothing like id thought itd be
tell me who i ought to be
tell me that you still want me here

cause i cannot pick your mind
and i cannot turn back time to change- how i reacted i fear
i just wanna call you mine
and i just wanna walk down the aisle, to hold you close till we disappear.

tell me, why do i drag myself through the dark with no purpose? (no purpose)
on the days that it shines it breaks me that i cant preserve it (preserve it)

if understating’s a crime and i tell you that im nervous, (im nervous)
they would drag me away like i drag blades through my dermis (my dermis)
i guess ill do my time

what you dont understand is that i see life from observance (observance)
and from what i understand you see things how you interpret (interpret)
mentally confined

when that scalpel hits my chest to take my lungs away
look out for the truth i kept that choked up my airway 

all this beating around and around of the bush cant preserve us
and i dont have what it takes to part ways and cremate in your furnace 
im blacking out tonight

i choke on the fruits of my own labor because you dont justify behavior  
and now
i choke on the fruits of my own labor because you dont justify behavior  
and now
i will die alone

Nerve Agent (feat. Nova Garden)

SPOTIFY

prod. @trechorboy
supporting vocals @novagarden

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Lyrics:
sixteen rotations down the faucet
the ripe age of someone who has lost it
soft touch of skin is all i wanted
i keep it to myself
i keep your face up in my locket
in case the day you are forgotten 
remind me when im sick in hospice
please keep it to yourself

now that i got a taste i can’t forget
napping at the bottom of a staircase, yet
rapping ‘bout my problems just to pay back debt
your touch will be the death of me like Juliet 
(2x) 

when i die i’ll go to heaven cause i spent all my time in hell
dont tell me you are broken blowing smoke into my open cracked shell
how do i break this spell?

now that i got a taste i can’t forget
napping at the bottom of a staircase, yet
rapping ‘bout my problems just to pay back debt
your touch will be the death of me like Juliet 

whats the point of saving me when i am caving?
you tell me you’re Juliet
and ill crack open all secrets
this liquid decided for me to confide in you
but i cant see it
i cant see cuz..

now that i got a taste i can’t forget
napping at the bottom of a staircase, yet
rapping ‘bout my problems just to pay back debt
your touch will be the death of me like Juliet 
(2x)

Sarcoma

prod. @trechorboy

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Lyrics:
i need a crutch im dislocated
a lack of trust had my mind sedated
i gave a fuck but it dissipated 
and now im stuck limping through frozen in time
like what the fuck have i created?
my own take on Victor Frankenstein 
im half dead but still so faded
a destructive vulgar paradigm 

im playing operation 
stakes so high that i might as well and call it quits 
-and why’s that?
rip out the bottle from my grips
you’ll see that i know something you dont know and-
might as well remove this tumor by myself
im not afraid of Hell 
ive been there this entire time
dont call my phone dont got shit to sum up
walked out of AA planning to numb up
3 whole days of this acid that comes up
why do i care if i die?

i need a crutch im dislocated
a lack of trust had my mind sedated
i gave a fuck but it dissipated 
and now im stuck limping through frozen in time
like what the fuck have i created?
my own take on Victor Frankenstein 
im half dead but still so faded
a destructive vulgar paradigm

Spinal Fusion

prod @trechorboy & @yuumu2k
guitar @sinxi
supporting vocals: @horoshavibes

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Lyrics:
its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’
huh?
vitals go thumpin’
“hold on and relax”
“when the xanax comin’?”
this shit kinda suck
and for what?
for nothin’.
i do not deserve 
this shit room im hung in

its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’

im stuck so far away from all the action 
fuck my passion 
yuh
would down about anything for a chance at satisfaction
so fuck the fame
you can suck it dame
i blow Os from my contraption
you faggots lame
we are not the same
i get off from your reaction

and just like maroon 5 i wasted all my nights on payphones and screwdrivers
hoping i survive her
panic caught up to me
RIP yours truly 
i dont know anything when i unfasten 
yeah

its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’
huh?
vitals go thumpin’
“hold on and relax”
“when the xanax comin’?”
this shit kinda suck
and for what?
for nothin’.
i do not deserve 
this shit room im hung in

what the fuck?
im paranoid and seething
call the doc
because i really cant tell if im breathing
oh my god
oh my god 
it creeps again
something you’ll never comprehend
i have to power though all of this torment 

its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’
huh?
vitals go thumpin’
“hold on and relax”
“when the xanax comin’?”
this shit kinda suck
and for what?
for nothin’.
i do not deserve 
this shit room im hung in

its blank face or nothin’
not up for debate
when my psyche suffering 
im up in the bay
when my bitch down slumpin’
no one can relate
but the panic comin’
huh?

Delirium Tremens

Prod. @trechorboy

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Lyrics:
One hit, two rips, three remain
Rookie stats but my throat stings from propane
Watch me hit that, it might be hell
If this trip don't stop, I'll end myself

I slow down to time travel to another place
As each long breath gets more shallow, I can see my taste
I slam the breaks
Still ramping up the pace
What a fucked mistake
It's crawling up my face
Theres no escape
My jacket should be straight
Bring out the gallows from the shadows

One hit, two rips, three remain
Rookie stats but my throat stings from propane
Watch me hit that, it might be hell
If this trip don't stop, I'll end myself

Four weeks, five days, still in pain
Healing slow from the shank put in my brain
I point fingers
Won't take this L
The truth is I did this to myself

Transorbital Lobotomy

prod. @trechorboy
feat. @sushisai

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Lyrics:
just grab me by the head
dunk me back n forth again
BL00D BATH 
covered in my favorite red
i cant breathe no more

so take what u want instead!
& leave me with what’s left i guess..
how to cope?
when every breath is a chore

you throw blows right to my chest
im a human punching bag at best
i cant fight you anymore
I’m a coward surrendering whore

i desecrate the grave im laying in
i fall apart
the body im decaying in
why cant things be like before?
how to cope at the bottom of a bloodbath

so take what u want instead!
& leave me with what’s left i guess..
how to cope?
when every breath is a chore

help me never see the end
lead flies
paint that shit bloody like a death screen
im ready to die fucking test me
theres no more hope
life a fucking bad dream
smoke a pack of stasis
feels like ketamine
what the fuck we here for?
and what the fuck am i always running away from?
Suisai put that shit on my gravestone
when the words mean nothing in a few years
all thats left is the memories
and i dont give. fuck if you remember me

so take what u want instead!
& leave me with what’s left i guess..
how to cope?
when every breath is a chore

just rip my mind 2 shreds
& leave me broke just like the rest..
i don’t know what emotions are no more

Blunt Force Trauma (feat. Suisai)

prod. @trechorboy
supporting vocals @horoshavibes

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Lyrics:
i read my palms 
the lines were worded and italicized 
im losing mind but feeling fine at the same time
i fucked up fucking up
cant even get that that right
like why the hell can someone like me even try?
the first time i tried to take my life
it was after dusk
but the stars were bright
i had my toolkit by my side
i was ready to go
but i felt alive 

its kinda funny how shit works 
isn’t it?
the ups and downs throw you around like turbulence 
(2x)

ROUND LIKE TURBULENT 
PROFOUND IMPERMENANCE  
I BROKE THE BOTTLE THAT I FOUND MY PURPOSE IN
DROWNED MY HURT AGAIN
MY SOUND REVERBERANT
IN 2017 I KILLED MY INNOCENCE

but i won’t let it slide
won’t let you fucks pretend to want to die
and all you faggots lie
lie to yourself that everything will be alright
well let me know how the dirt tastes
from the bottom of your casket
i dont know how the fuck im still alive
i guess i’ll spread my message one more time

sticks and stones may break my bones but your words always killed me
dont let go 
please dont let go of all the things i left cuz i

was pushing my will to survive up a mountain of cans again
i swear those hills had eyes
the way my hair stood on end
DONT LET GO BABY DONT LET GO 
JUST RIP ME OUT MY BODYBAG
I DONT KNOW HOW I CAN SHOW YOU THAT YOU WERE ALL THAT I HAD

Decedent

written, recorded, produced by me </3

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LYRICS:
“What’re you gonna do five years from now, what are you gonna make out of your life?”
“I’ll probably be dead in five years from now”
“What do you thinks gonna happen to you in ten years, what’re you gonna be doing?”
“I’ll be dead in ten years. I’ll be dead in five”
“Thats kinda sad don’t you think?”
“No”
“I’m not happy here”
“Sooner I go the better as far as I’m concerned, really”
“I don’t, I don’t live a happy life”

Yung Trech in a Maybach 
Brandy as far as I can see

Condemn me
Fell down my well 
You’re above it
Like “don’t tempt me”
Could never wait to kick on my bucket
Crown empty
Like maybe Jill was right
Jack-knife me
So baby tell your new boy all about me!
“He fucked up his twenties digging graves so proudly!”
Resurrected dead in my head just to get to thirty 
I just might be

But thats how it goes I guess
When you’re degenerated
A scumbag who tried his best
Shit

(He’s back from the dead)

Every day I wake up just to get faded
Fuck reality when you’re isolated
Damage to my brain broke the barricade in me
And now my third eye sees

Cause none of you fucks can touch me
I’m murdering beats like Jeff and Bundy
I’m hopping on feats. 
Your bitch, she love me
She singing my rhymes 
Hymns for the dead

Yung Trech in a Maybach 
Brandy 
Yung Trech in a Maybach 
Brandy
Yung Trech in a Maybach 
Brandy as far as I can see

Condemn me
Fell down my well 
You’re above it
Like “don’t tempt me”
Could never wait to kick on my bucket
Crown empty
Like maybe Jill was right
Jack-knife me
So baby tell your new boy all about me!
“He fucked up his twenties digging graves so proudly!”
Resurrected dead in my head just to get to thirty 
I just might be

So baby tell your new boy all about me!
“He fucked up his 20s digging graves so proudly!”
(2x)

Humiliation Ritual

@yuumu2k told me to drop so i did..
vocals, prod, mix, master by me yada yada yada

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LYRICS:

all the faggots to the mutherfuckin left say hell yeah!
(hell yeah!)
if yous a bitch who done gave me neck you can rope that!
(go home man!)

yea what u know about me?
done busted balls like im Miley
yea
dont think you’ll ever fucking find me
im running from my wrongs
yea
like i could never be the one again
how you ripped open my abdomen
far too gone to fucking tell whats wrong with me

been swinging my machete im ready to drop bombs
if i follow you to hell, so what?
ye i been riding round town with the stick out pop me a Prope so i dont throw up
i feel like Julia from Hinge
ghost a bitch and then i binge
buckshot to the face
look away
yea i dont wanna make amends
tell your coke head friends
they can fucking burn in LA
all you fucks are Splashgvng 2.0
slinging meat on X but beats will get sold
whats a music scene without some pedos?
yall make me sick...

yea what u know about me?
done busted balls like im Miley
yea
dont think you’ll ever fucking find me
im running from my wrongs
yea
like i could never be the one again
how you ripped open my abdomen
far too gone to fucking tell whats wrong with me

yea what u know about me?
done busted balls like im Miley
yea
dont think you’ll ever fucking find me
im running from my wrongs
yea
like i could never be the one again
how you ripped open my abdomen
(how you ripped open, im gone)
far too gone to fucking tell whats wrong with me
(DONT FUCKING FUCK WITH ME)
dont fucking fuck with me

PHANTOM OF THE OPP, BRUH

PHANTOM OF THE OPP, BRUH.

NEXT SONMG WILL FEATURE THE DIGERIDOO FUCK YU ALL 2K25 IS CANCELLED I stay NOT GIVIN A FUCGGKKKk
prod by me bishh

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LYRICS:

(TRECH)
i got yo gift in my back pack
i aint wrap dat
try to ruin my life and you’ll see
dat jit pathetic
i said it
turned his death into my fetish
havin visions of kicking in teeth
so where u at?
i jus wanna talk back
aint no need to drop knee
dont keep low-key
da way yo bitch did
was suckin on my lipton
poured my a fat mug of dat spiked chia tea

i got yo gift in my back pack
i aint wrap dat
try to ruin my life and you’ll see
dat jit pathetic
i said it
turned his death into my fetish
havin visions of kicking in teeth
so where u at?
i jus wanna talk back
aint no need to drop knee
dont keep low-key
da way yo bitch did
was suckin on my lipton
poured me a fat mug of dat spiked chia tea

cuz i can read yo mind like a psychic
all y'all fuck bois act so tough
when u was ten heard yo daddy fightin
now u hide behind his bluff
u won't pass dat junk to me trickin' bitch
imma slap u in yo place
don't get flashbacks of his dick on yo lip when i shank u in yo face

(BLADEHEART)
your life counterfeited
you wont do shit
but u claim to have attachments fitted
long release no attack
empty drums up from the sky
i see you fallin from yo high
i cleave yo left hand
cant claim to worship devils on the sly
feelin boxed in
keep it lowkey
cus i been snortin rocks in
sippin tea
cus im stayin fuckin locked in
i got them 223s they flyin out the casing
way too crowded in this bitch ima displace it

(TRECH)
i got yo gift in my back pack
i aint wrap dat
try to ruin my life and you’ll see
dat jit pathetic
i said it
turned his death into my fetish
havin visions of kicking in teeth
so where u at?
i jus wanna talk back
aint no need to drop knee
dont keep low-key
da way yo bitch did
was suckin on my lipton
poured me a fat mug of dat spiked chia tea

TEETH

TEETH. (feat. bladeheart)

producer. 🦇

Reaching out from the depths of Eau Claire, Wisconsin, 25 year old self-taught and produced artist Trechor Boy defies genres and pushes the boundaries of modern emo, electronic, and rap music through his incredibly unique and highly produced instrumentals, featuring raw and unfiltered lyrics that truly speak to the human condition. 

With humble beginnings in the EDM and Dubstep scene, Trechor Boy takes inspiration from artists such as Skrillex, Getter, and Rickyxsan, melding these influences in production with his sullen and visceral vocal performances. 

After the well received release of 'Femboy', featuring vocals from Erisu, Trechor Boy has returned with his debut 13 track album 'A Mortician's Guide to Decomposition', featuring artists such as Fran$e, SuiSai, and Nova Garden. Highlighted in this project are solemn confessions of a deeply troubled adolescent held up high for all to see by dark yet eloquently crafted instrumentals, dealing with topics such as addiction, depression, solitude, and death. 

Proving himself to be a lethal force ready to take over any scene with his experimentally bleak yet long-honed style, Trechor Boy continues to revolutionize and breathe new life into the musical ecosystem as we know it, and shows no sign of stopping.

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