"I Don't Rap In Hashtags"
(c) Armando Flores Jr.

I mastered self-immolation
Got high and fucked the chick adjacent
Bombed radio stations
While riding bass trains to faces
I come second to none
Use my words like a weapon
Fuck these sheep-brained complacents
I’m on some higher brain placement
I’m MENSA-status, 
Your brain’s ravaged
My message appeals to the addicts
Cuz I a got long list of bad habits
That turn my nights into magic
Make Catholic parents panic
Bring comfort through static
It’s just me outing my manic
And I’m off again floating in the deep end
Taking directions from the voices in my head
Paid my dues, now I’m over that shit
Done writing cues for someone else’s script
And I’m off my meds and outta my mind again
Just looking to suplex all of these trends
Fuck acceptance, I’ve got enough friends
Some are ride or die, the rest are just in my head

Fuck your Air Jordans
Fuck your Coach purse
Fuck your fancy cars
It's all a fucking farce
Fuck the presidents
Dead or otherwise
Fuck the hood you grew up in
Unless you got out alive
Fuck your ex's, it's in the past
Fuck the distractions and find your path
Fuck the media, the radio too
And the coffee shop anthems you sip to
Fuck television ads for macrobrews
Fuck this government and fuckin’ start a coup
Fuck FOX, MSNBC, CNN
Cuz they give no fucks about the truth
Fuck the board of education
And fuck student loans, too
Fuck the SAT and ACT's
Cuz they don't mean shit in the grander scheme
Fuck minimum wage, fight for a living pay grade 
Fuck corporate bailouts, let 'em waste away
Fuck the Kardashians, and Kanye too
Fuck celebrity news and the hold that it has on you
Fuck your drugs, I like mine much better
Fuck your red carpets, I don’t care who wore it better
Fuck social media, it’s not a form of protest
When a company is still making millions off of your interests
Fuck your hashtags, I don’t rap in those
Fuck your opening acts, I open at the close
Fuck your references, dated like ColecoVision
Fuck your misogyny, you just sound fucking ignorant
Fuck your feel-good movies, give me something realistic
I like my art like my women, fucking sadistic
Fuck addiction, learn to handle your shit better
Fuck the quiet, I find peace in stormy weather
Fuck your drama, grow the fuck up already
This ain’t high school, we’re too old to act this unsteady 
Fuck the voices in my head cuz now we speak in unison
Fuck what people think just do your own thing, my friends
Fuck being normal, I’m done playing pretend
Fuck me? Well, fuck you too, the end


I Don't Rap In Hashtags (Demo)

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Demo of "(Exhale)" off of Armando Flores' upcoming album The Subterranean Voltaire.

"(Exhale)"
(c) Armando Flores Jr.

Here’s to the nights that were never wasted
Even if all we ever did was get faded
Here’s to the moments that kept us complacent
Spent with the people you considered the greatest
Here’s to the hearts that would not stay vagrant
And all the times we promised we’d be famous
Here’s to running through life with untied laces
And coming out big like a day at the races
Here’s to every flaw I bravely embraced
And turned into a strength to pave the way
Here’s to all the times I should have walked away
But stayed to make sure that you were okay
Here’s to the demons I could not escape
But united like a choir to fill the dead space
Here’s to the people who left without a trace
I’ve learned some just aren’t worth the chase
Here’s to the ex-lovers that laid me to waste
And the one who followed that could carry my weight
Here’s to the easy road I could never take
Cuz I could never do without each beautiful mistake
Here’s to every goodbye I was forced to say
Cuz life just had different plans for me
Here’s to every heart I had to break
Cuz something bigger was calling my name
Here’s to every hand I chose not to take
Cuz I was too proud to accept the help you gave
Here’s to every pill I swallowed in vain
In order to feel like I was of sane
Here’s to those who cared to stay
Cuz they knew I’d be a butterfly in the next stage
Here’s to the heroes who’ve gone to the grave
Who were not afraid to light the way

Here’s to every time I was led astray
By a funny little voice in the back of my brain
Here’s to every song that was a saving grace
Bridging the gap between security and fame
Here’s to every time I abandoned my faith
Cuz reason was an easier thing to parlay
Here’s to the people who felt disgraced
By the slightest mention of my name
Here’s to making the most of what life gave
And not taking a second of it in vain
Here’s to what compels me to the stage
Forget when I said being different doesn’t pay
Here’s to every dollar I made rain
In hopes that my art could inspire change
Here’s to every time I ignited a flame
And rose like a phoenix from the ashtray

Armando Flores - (Exhale) [Demo]

"I Was Killing Hipsters Before Killing Hipsters Was Cool" by Social Anxiety off of his upcoming album "WEIRDO".

"I Was Killing Hipsters Before Killing Hipsters Was Cool"
(C) Armando Flores Jr. (Social Anxiety)

In the land of sinners, from a city of snakes
Taught to work the room like domesticated fakes
Made in a lab by a white coat parade
Son of the XY enigma, set stunners to phase
I live for the doctor to administer the lethal dose
I'd die to feel alive but that's not how it goes
Got a Gideon in the drawer and these wolves at my door
And a little voice in my head settling scores
And they laugh in epitaphs when we ask for more
Stranded on the same island, just on different shores
Pledged my disorders as benefits, scribbled on floors
As they played the world's smallest violin ‘till sore
Asked the universe for patience and it made me a patient
That’s the irony in a tenant flooding his own basement
The best concepts muddied by human innovation
So I've planted pipe bombs in local radio stations
Took out the fuselage to fly without gimmicks
But I can count on two hands the times I went past city limits
With arms like cork wood for savage dependents
While pupils resembled the addict’s diminished vision
Hit heavy traffic on the road to success
So I’ve taken to drivin’ on the shoulder screamin’ “fuck it!”
You thank God, I thank my therapist
Cuz otherwise I’d be just another weirdo from Los Angeles

World want’s to fuck me, just don’t know it yet
I’m not good, I’m not great, I’m the fucking best
And I’ve got something big to get off my chest
I’m not the fuckin’ GOAT; I’m a baphomet
Surrounded by rap game vegetarians
But I got beef, a cannibal lyricist
Not fucking with me will be your biggest regret
Cuz I play for keeps in this russian roulette

Who do I gotta fuck to reach sex symbol status?
Labels told me it’d be easier to bring my own mattress
Surrounded by fuck boys in Urban Outfitters jackets
I’d rather use rappers like these for target practice
The only co-sign I get’s geometrically active
Only scriptures I read were started on napkins
Simply put I'm the tastiest cabbage in the patch
Give zero gravity fucks when my flame won’t rise from the match
Uh, cuz it's hard to recreate this fission
When the landlord hides your keys in the neighbor's kitchen
Even my chasers are laced with obscenities
A side effect of bein’ the embodiment of the American Dream
Instead of listing ways that you’re not better than me
Ima just say that you’re girlfriend looks better on me
Shots fired like a goddamn AR-15
On this earth to eat, fuck, shit, rap, and sleep
That bitches and bling shit just ain’t for me
But if I start rapping ‘bout kale, kill me please
If I start wearing tight jeans, sterilize me
Odd man in the scene, the holy trinity
See everyone in the crowd staring at me
They've never seen a guero in the game spit like me?
So obscene, was born with 3 X’s tatted on me
If you’re lookin’ for Mr. Clean try aisle thirteen
Falling in between hipsterdom and gangsta dreams
Moderation is key so I take these pills in three’s
And these girls don’t form in lines they form in teams
Which one’ll play me first, we’ll just have to see
Everyone wants a test drive, but no one wants to keep
A few girls hurt me or so I’ve been led to believe
Truth be told, they've never gotten that close to me
My love’s an illusion, yours is a novelty 

World want’s to fuck me, just don’t know it yet
I’m not good, I’m not great, I’m the fucking best
And I’ve got something big to get off my chest
I’m not the fuckin’ GOAT; I’m a baphomet
Surrounded by rap game vegetarians
But I got beef, a cannibal lyricist
Not fucking with me will be your biggest regret
Cuz I play for keeps in this russian roulette

Social Anxiety - I Was Killing Hipsters Before Killing Hipsters Was Cool

Demo of "Harry Houdini" by A Night On Fire. Lyrics below:

"Harry Houdini"
(c) Armando Flores Jr.

She said, “there’s more to you than I get”
And then she lept out of the bed
And danced her way into my head
She said, “this could be the end”
I don’t see us staying friends
If this precedes an awful trend

I’m a cat with nine lives that always lands on his back
Forgive me for lying about all that I lack
I’m a picture perfect portrait of a red flag warning
And there’s a good chance I’ll sneak out in the morning
I’m an idiot kid that fucks up every chance
A collision course intended to ignite a romance
I’ll take what I can and skip town without warning
Don’t be surprised if you don’t see me in the morning

But you’re still here, even after I’ve disappeared
It’s like you see something in me that I don’t see
A lover beneath all of this anger and greed
And you stayed, even when I pushed you away
It feels nice to have someone fighting for me
I’m just trying to make sure we’re on the same team

I said, “I’ll only hurt you in the end
You should walk away while you still have the chance”
I said, “I can’t get you out of my head
Even when I try to leave something keeps calling me back”

I’m a dog with mass graves of bones in his backyard
Forgive me for trading your bedsheets for my scars
I’m a picture perfect portrait of why not to force it
You think I’m a genius but I’m full of horse shit
A trainwreck causing collateral damage
Trust me when I say you don’t want my baggage
I’ll fuck this all up cuz that’s all I’m good for
No matter how much of you that I adore

But you’re still here, even after I’ve disappeared
It’s like you see something in me that I don’t see
A lover beneath all of this anger and greed
And you stayed, even when I pushed you away
It feels nice to have someone fighting for me
I’m just trying to make sure we’re on the same team

I’m a fish with the title of deadliest catch
There's something about us that just makes sense
I’ll try my best not to fuck this all up
Cuz there’s something in you that makes me not give up
I’ve only got two feet and it’s a long way to the top
But I won’t stop trying until you’ve had enough
You came into my life like a storm without warning
I think I’ll stick around for the next morning

But you’re still here, I promise I won’t disappear
It’s like you see something in me that I don’t see
A real partner tangled up in these bedsheets
And you stayed, even when I pushed you away
It feels nice to have someone fighting for me
I’m so glad that we are on the same team


A Night On Fire - Harry Houdini [Demo]

"Ouroboros"
(c) Armando Flores Jr.

My dialogue is damaged, product of an addict
Despite the abuse, it’s no Flowers in the Attic
I’m the funnier Belushi, speedball the panic
To provide an excuse to appear this manic
Was I Darby Crash trying to silence the static?
Or Dexter Morgan trying to subdue the habit?
Samuel Beckett with a flair for the dramatic?
The past did it’s job and fully wreaked havoc
Somewhere the spark became an atomic blast
That leveled the mountain and created a path
Somewhere the fire engulfed every part of my act
Until only what is real remained intact
What you see right now is only a second draft
Of a script of a film with a revolving cast
While you were busy writing on what I lacked
I was building up momentum to ensue my attack

My psyche is ravaged, well-versed in madness
Weathered and savage, we’re all fluent in sadness
I’m picking apart the pieces of this grandness
And adding different hues of blue to the canvas
Some lighter than others bordering on blackness
Some well-crafted, others need practice
Oceans in depth or superficial and callous
But part of progression is perfecting the balance
“Love + Other Drugs” sucked, on some level I knew that
Everything inside me just wanted to spew black
But if it helped you get up and try to bounce back
Then I guess the success outweighs the drawbacks
Finnegan’s Wake, I’m cyclical in my setbacks
I’m Fox News, takin’ liberties with these facts
Valentine Smith, a stranger in a strange land
Spreading testimony like this track’s a witness stand
“You’re more slept on than a mattress” she said
I know, that’s why girls like you keep taking me to bed
Honest to a fault about the monsters in my head
I’ll keep you around if you silence them for a second
Dead Poets Society, every day’s a life lesson
Groundhog Day ‘til I’ve perfected my methods
John McClane ‘til I die hard with a vengeance
But there’s no end in sight for the young and the restless
I’m an ace of spades, call me a lucky draw
Saw what broke the camel’s back, it wasn’t a straw
A pig in a blanket, like I’ve slept with the law
I’m a cheap buzz, like a glass of Stella Artois
Running the same lines awaiting different replies
A typecast actor forced to improvise
When the voices in my head start to harmonize
I think what if god was really just the devil in disguise?

Social Anxiety - Ouroboros [Demo]

"Deep End" 
By (C) Armando Flores Jr. (Social Anxiety)

[Chorus:]
Said you’re only gonna get your feet wet
Now you’re drowning in the deep end
Sleep in a bed made of your regrets
So you wear a smile and play pretend
Keep waitin’ for reality to seep in
But the loneliness creeps in
So you take a few pills while it sinks in
You’d do anything to not feel like this

Sylvia said “I am, I am, I am”
Followed by a special kind of sentence
The kind of words that leave you breathless
Compliment the drugs that leave you restless
Startin’ to see the madness to my methods
From the deeper parts that I’ve neglected
To the million dollar smile that I perfected
To be able to go this long undetected
If I showed you how I really felt
You’d turn and run like a bat outta hell
Now if you only knew how far I fell
You’d be proud to see I climbed out myself
Skeletons at play, an empty closet now
Know every dead end street in my hometown
If you wanna go nowhere I’ll show you how
While you take a seat, I’ll take a bow

[Chorus]

I’ll take this hit, 
Fuck this chick
I’ll make it big,
Get filthy rich
Got big dreams so I hardly sleep
That’s time wasted on fenced sheep
Tried to get to the bottom of me
But I’m quicksand in theory
I’m feeling 50 different shades of real
I’m hard like a diamond but can bend like steel
Moving on a set of reinvented wheels
The distance traveled seems so surreal
Until I’m Jodorowksy in my appeal
Or Salvador Dali with a patient zeal
Maybe Arthur Rimbaud through the ordeal
While the world goes on not seeing the reveal

[Chorus]

Damage in all my deepest parts
Standards and practices of an anxious heart
When all my brainwaves want to contort
I turn dopamine production into a sport
And that’s just me, it’s what I have to do
But you don’t have to follow if that’s not you
I guess it doesn’t matter what you’ve accrued
It’s how you react when the paths are skewed


[Chorus] (x2)

Social Anxiety - Deep End

Demo of "W A N D E R L U S T" off of upcoming album "The Standards & Practices of a Nomadic Heart". Lyrics below:

"W A N D E R L U S T"
(c) Armando Flores Jr. (Social Anxiety)

I get high before I fall
Have it all or nothing at all
Take these hits when it’s my fault
I’ll be it all or nothing at all

Standards and practices of a nomadic path
Traveled far and wide to find the moldavite to my act
This symptom of static never drew me off this path
My labors of love were just an attempt to react
I was patient and kind, well most of the time
Others said I was dark, that’s just a place I reside
But I found a spark where no one else thought it would hide
But still so anxious to rekindle the fire inside
I was drunk off the delusions that my soul had imbibed
Trapped in labyrinth's that had my psyche confined
When your chained by the wings your perception declines
Until the fire inside is fed and begins to rise
When you’re forced to evolve rather than just resign
And accept in your heart that everything will be fine
The world can crumble everywhere except in your own mind
Kendrick said we’d be alright and I believe him this time

[Chorus:]
I get high before I fall
Have it all or nothing at all
Take these hits when it’s my fault
I’ll be it all or nothing at all
I want it all (x16)

Standards and practices of a nomadic heart
I’m in love with so much I don’t know where to start
From the people that provoke all of my passionate parts
To the Eyedea that festers on the outskirts of my art
I was numb to the touch for as long as I can recall
‘Til one day a song in my head caused me to feel it all
Now I look for the places meant to inspire and enthrall
Only heed the voices aimed to get me over these walls
Wasn’t always this confident, slept in a bed made of doubts
‘till patient hands took these nine inch nails out
Was afraid of love until it’s all I was about
Cuz what scares you to life you cannot do without
Wanted to change the world but had to start with myself
Wanted to help people dispel the darkness in themselves
Wanted to show you silver linings to these black clouds
And remove the hand the world placed over your mouth
In a world of exit signs I look for entrances now
Cuz if you never find your way in you’ll never see your way out
It’s a lesson in romantics when life becomes your passion
An example of habits that break the holds of madness
And just like that my panic gave way to this magic
They say I'm creative, honestly I'm just manic
Always trying to paint views that you could call panoramic
A familiar face masking a new dynamic
If my rhymes are plain, they're F-22's now
Won’t appear on their radars till I’m shooting them down
Play Galaga with the bad vibes and take em all out
‘cause I believe you can rise against all of the doubts
Some rise from flames but don't leave the ashtray
Other pray at night to make it through the next day
I understand the compulsion, in some ways we’re the same
That’s why I can say with assurance it’ll be okay

[Chorus]


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