Noself

Lil evil espooky pop banger about my religious trauma

Witchyman

SACRILEGE

UPSAHL PRESENTS: THE PHX TAPES

SLAYYYYY (SIDE B) [feat. Lay Bankz]

Blood Orange Wine

Tears on the dancefloor

Like a weed
Honestly, never that deep
You filled your plate, but if you’re greedy
Suck my bitter sweet taste through your teeth
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed

Hold a minute, Ow
I need a minute, Wow
Tried to dig myself out, somehow I’m even more in it now
I’m stuck in an all-that-you-can-eat buffet to fill every mind through every screen

If I was for you, you would like me
If you don’t like me, I’m not for you
If this was for you, you would like it
If you don’t like this, it’s not for you

Like a weed
Honestly, never that deep
You filled your plate, but if you’re greedy
Suck my bitter sweet taste through your teeth
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed
I drive slow now while I smoke my weed
We’re in two different lanes, you like speeding
J'espère que tu n'as pas faim,  mon ami
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed

Young soul broken wide
25 opened my mind
I had to take my time away
And boy did I take it cause my 
Frontal lobe is finished
And now I know the difference 
Between who I am and who you want to see

If I was for you, you would like me
If you don’t like me, I’m not for you
If this was for you, you would like it
If you don’t like this, it’s not for you

Like a weed
Honestly, never that deep
You filled your plate, but if you’re greedy
Suck my bitter sweet taste through your teeth
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed
I drive slow now while I smoke my weed
We’re in two different lanes, you like speeding
J'espère que tu n'as pas faim, mon ami
Cause I wasn’t made for your feed

Feed

King Kitty