VANISH

Too Often

BLUE MOON (feat. Teddi Jones)

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Lyrics:

Haunted by you
Haunted by you
By you

♪

Sometimes I feel haunted in this state of mind
Sometimes shit go wrong I'm like is this a sign?
Maybe I'm just fine
And all these others blind
Not tryna waste no time

Lately I've been feeling stuck
Fill my blunts with a couple of the runtz
Got a nigga so high feel it in my gut
Yeah (feel it in my gut yeah)

They call me the kidd
Got bands inside my crib (got bands inside now)
These niggas on some other shit
I just kept it real (I just, I just)
Gave no fucks about that other bitch
Put her on a pill (yuh)
Cause' I'm still missing my other bitch (yuh)
You know this shit real, (ay)
Yuh yuh yuh uh

Shit fucked with my head I had to step aside (step aside)
I was on the edge of fucking suicide
Had me in my head it had me feeling blind (I ain't feeling right)
Feeling blind, feeling blind

They call me the kidd
Got bands inside my crib
These niggas on some other shit
I just kept it real
Gave no fucks about that other bitch
Put her on a pill
Cause' I'm still missing my other bitch
You know this shit real

They call me the kidd
Got bands inside my crib (got bands inside)
These niggas on some other shit
I just kept it real (yuh yuh, ay)
Gave no fucks about that other bitch
Put her on a pill (ay)
Cause' I'm still missing my other bitch (yuh)
You know this shit real (ay, ay, ay)

the kidd

Heart Felt Flow Ft. RawDawg [ short version]

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Lyrics:

Haunted by you
Haunted by you
By you
♪

Sometimes I feel haunted in this state of mind
Sometimes shit go wrong I'm like is this a sign?
Maybe I'm just fine
And all these others blind
Not tryna waste no time

Lately I've been feeling stuck
Fill my blunts with a couple of the runtz
Got a nigga so high feel it in my gut
Yeah (feel it in my gut yeah)

They call me the kidd
Got bands inside my crib (got bands inside now)
These niggas on some other shit
I just kept it real (I just, I just)
Gave no fucks about that other bitch
Put her on a pill (yuh)
Cause' I'm still missing my other bitch (yuh)
You know this shit real, (ay)
Yuh yuh yuh uh

Shit fucked with my head I had to step aside (step aside)
I was on the edge of fucking suicide
Had me in my head it had me feeling blind (I ain't feeling right)
Feeling blind, feeling blind

They call me the kidd
Got bands inside my crib
These niggas on some other shit
I just kept it real
Gave no fucks about that other bitch
Put her on a pill
Cause' I'm still missing my other bitch
You know this shit real

They call me the kidd
Got bands inside my crib (got bands inside)
These niggas on some other shit
I just kept it real (yuh yuh, ay)
Gave no fucks about that other bitch
Put her on a pill (ay)
Cause' I'm still missing my other bitch (yuh)
You know this shit real (ay, ay, ay)

the kidd (SLOWED)

Peace of Mind

It's just for your entertainment
And your career, your social life,
Your hobby, your source of insecurity,
Your judgment of your body.
Are you not entertained?
Even made a new type of time,
Qualified by staring at screens
Now screen time out measures
Time spent living and actually being.

Don't mistake this for anti-tech—
Love the stuff,
Can't stop looking, got that tech neck
Keep my head down, heat check
Hold up—too many notifications
Be back in a sec.

What was I saying?
Hard to process all this information
My neck craning, my eyes straining
Technology gaining, AI training
They gaming the whole system.
Unplug—won't know what you're missing

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

There's a window in your hand
Holds more weight
Than the world in front of you,
Holding the world in your hand
Make you feel just like a god,
A star sharing every piece of your life
For all to admire, near and far.

Magic magic everywhere,
What they beaming to your screen?
Stimulation. Simulation, codes to cycle
And deplete your dopamine.
Technology ain't really improving
What make you human just in atrophy
Been too long since we felt
The real thing.

Don't believe everything that you see,
Read, hear, or even think—
I heard those black ops been placing
Nanobots in your cereal, in your soda pop,
At least last quarter century.

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

Poison in the water, poison in the food, the air.
Dumbasses poisoned themselves
And called it playing fair.
Peeping on you 24/7 wasn't enough,
Had to get inside you and defile you,
Control your thinking, feeling,
Replace your dreams with dust.

Every day, thinking like they Pinky and the Brain—
Take over the world, ain't no other way.

But don't it look better when it's on the screen?
Only feedback they feedin' teens

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