the original audio made by Børns and I just added the slow and the reverb 

𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 Børns don't wake me up i'm not dreaming (slowed + reverb )

Lyrics:

It’s going down like Timber, remember that song, it was lasting long. The Pitbull reign, that shit my main thang, I would get full on my groove move from that banger, yeah sir, uh, now it’s A Hype. Move and dance, show my pants as they slide down, I may have Madagascar undies from Skipper, glowing trance I put these fools in as I rip the, beat up with heat up, like it Miami, fuck it if I were to own my own car, a Camry, might be it, gotta think about the Lexus though, the bestest know they gotta rep my set, I’m a get my prep, up so I fill my cup of holy water like I deserve it, the hike is so nervous but it really show it purpose at the end, my friend the journey to win the tourney is a grin I’m learning, wouldn’t be there if it was handed, I’m stranded on an island at times, a cast away. But I friend Wilson, this ill one ain’t gon’ kill fun, up to you for interpretation, I’m a surf the hatin’, gladly have the madly peeps watch my top notch. Haha, A Hype is in this bitch, I itch for the best, haha no rest. Oh, that’s not what he said the other time, the smother rhyme, keep deep on internal planning, I’m feeling the man in this blammin’, my cannon letting off thoughts, lots shots, damn man, am fan of my own speech, I preach, I ain’t holy though, but then the holy water, ahh it rolly slaughter they eyes commit, they say I on that dumb shit, they hurt my soul, I insert the goal every day hoping to come up with fum, fum? Well chum is fum, Patrick wrote that, hat trick for a hockey player, I been watching ‘em slay the rink, I think, I love the Kraken, what’s happenin’. I’m so sick of this, it’s ridiculous, my shit is tricking me, inflicting the self hurt wound, I found a bound sight I might’ve missed befo’ we go find it now, mind me now I’m on my time now, horny corny and delirious, I’m on a male period, I’m so serious. Nefarious in motive, I hope not but dope got notive, of my senses and even though I don’t sense this, in my lungs, I’m strung from the dumb from many users addiction, I’m glad it fiction for my diction, but I’m rippin’, Rypien like Mark the QB. C’mon homie, know we hogs like Washington. Dogs like rushing in pass rushers like Bruce Smith, NFL reference, no truce if, you wanna hear something else, haha, fuck you. HAHA, Pitbull my fit goal, I get stroll to his music, induce it up in my veins. Like the producer Vein did on that opening thang, Planet Pit, set in stone like a granite kit. Getting grown and more crazy, I need DaBaby. To fucking shut up, homophobic ass bitch, mass stitch for any homophobe on the globe bitch. TIMBER!

Timber (Prod. dj_nicky66)

Tap Yourself In

Lyrics:

Waking up everyday wondering if I should live. Taking up a heavy pay in the mind, rent is not kind. I’m bent and not fine, my hot line is way beyond what I give, on the mic, I don’t like myself, my health I shelf and wealth out of mine, I’m denying I need to call it, but I’m crying and already basically dying, I should start it. I could go no heart, but would it be living then? I should go full art, take a chance in my bidding. Bet on my ability, yet it killing me, to stay so stagnant. But what I’m doing is this exactly, backing myself into a tall wall. My big spent energy is wasted. On lives I have pasted, into my own placement, I’d rather be in the basement chilling with my brother giggling. Not smother lovers, and I’m finding that important, but is this where I am meant to be right now? On a whim, darting to where I’m telling me to be, truly, I’m unruly, a yelling spree. Inside, been waiting to explode, BLOW! Denotating my next mode, I’ll blow in what way though? Willing my skills to drop chills? Or cop ills from pop pills. I don’t wanna go, fuck it, yes I do. But I’m too, pussy, I ain’t a killer, still don’t push me. You hush me? Now I’m irked. Why can’t I keep that same game toward me who really jerked. Me out of big moments, bestowments I’ve been given, I’ve then driven away, I’m pivoting today. I say, but keep deep on the same game I play. Yet that inconsistent cause I does always the same thing. Bring the hard on me, I think I deserve it. Swing the squad on me, my God he imperfect. I’m odd and got nerve, shit, it too big, for my good, I could be top tier stupid. You did what? Fuck it, here go Cupid. Putting me in love for what again? I shove her away and that’ll be a battle again within me, no win, just sin, thrustin’, here we go.

If I Should Live (Prod. dj terezi & apt9)

Lyrics:

7 Deadly Sins, they exist within my skins.
7 Deadly Sins, they exist within my skins.
7 Deadly Sins, they exist within my skins.
7 Deadly Sins, they exist within my skins.

7 Deadly Sins, they exist within my skins. Heaven readily wins another suicidal being. Am I next? I text my homies I’m so well. But even they can tell, I feel under, I’m in hell. Physically so swell, though could be eating better. Meeting my psychiatrist, I never tell her about my cellar. I’m a dweller, in my own black hole. Back on that bullshit, A Hype got a full pit. I strike like one too, I done chew more than I can handle. And recently, my decency has shrunk, I flunk. It’s like a vandal took over my lungs, I speak from the weak slung. Stages that ain’t even me, rages from believin’ death is the answer, my last breath I cast if this the chance you’re hearing it, know that I’m tearing shit. Up, I mean not from the power, but from the cup, indulge in wassup, I’m a coward. Sour is my M.O. , sour on this life. Plenty, help me, I cry for but don’t want it, I die more or less from the stress I’ve self planted, ranted, handed this sabotage to my own hands where I manage. To stand a man, feeling like I ran my span, land a planned, suicide note then go. I tote the fo’ fo’, point it at my chest. Anoint no one to my belongings, none y’all rest, living off me anymore, the spawnings of me from here out, are straight hell, my great tale, was really made to fail, I paid my bail out of jail, found it better in my cell. Cause at least I got structure, a beast who a lot puncture. His brain, can’t maintain anymore, simp and plain, to be a wimp is my thang, let my brain hang. Kill myself, end my fucking life. Suicidal thoughts, fuck the rhyme, I’m done.

7 Deadly Sins (Prod. dj terezi)

Lyrics:

Better believe me. Ain’t a sucka need me, are you there to feed me? Yeah, but am I there to feed you? I’m grieving, I can’t weave it, it’s, it’s falling apart, seamless. I couldn’t, couldn’t fucking dream this, my heart, what happened to, my heart, I’m grieving. I’m needing fresh air, flesh there in hell where a sucka fucka gonna dwell. I can’t get out, of myyyy wayyy, ayy I’m so fucked up. Sucking up for the sell out, get the hell out, misconstrued nah I been missing you. It’s clear, shit, ahh fuck it, there no moral here. I can’t redeem the gleam of my … of my … gotta let it go. Haha, fuck you, bitch.

Better Believe Me (Prod. dj terezi)

Lyrics:

Tell me are ya really down? I just wanna know if ya down to go, do ya feel me now? I dive in hoping I ain’t drown. Vibin’ with the time, I’m looking at ya like wow!

Tell me are ya really down? I just wanna know if ya down to go, do ya feel me now? I dive in hoping I ain’t drown. Vibin’ with the time, I’m looking at ya like wow!

Like wow, hah, yeah.

Kicking some game like Pele do it best. Clicking wit’ this dame, no shame, I rest. Knowing if it fail, I was giving it my all. Going to the mall, living it up cause we ball. Yeah, oh shit I lit the drive up. Let get wet, that shit, that live stuff. I’ve been up, I’ve been down too. You wanna puff puff pass that gas, I won’t clown you. Have my blunt, I don’t front, I give it out mane. I don’t punt, I just shunt it all out mane. Live it out mane, ya dreams and what it seems. Y’all pout cause I took her, and I know she not a hooker. She genuine, men who been mean to her. Now she with a good guy, ya could try but no sir. Ya seen her spur, off the bad matters. Now that she ride on this side, glad flatters. But I wanna know, yo are ya really down? It’s chilly out in the world full of doubt, is you my girl? Am I ya guy, hi, are ya really down? Giving it my most, let’s toast, you my queen in crown.

Yeah, so let me know. Yo.

Tell me are ya really down? I just wanna know if ya down to go, do ya feel me now? I dive in hoping I ain’t drown. Vibin’ with the time, I’m looking at ya like wow!

Tell me are ya really down? I just wanna know if ya down to go, do ya feel me now? I dive in hoping I ain’t drown. Vibin’ with the time, I’m looking at ya like wow!

Yeah, check this shit out, yeah.

I’m a just do my thang, cause I’m that mane.

I’m a just do my thang, cause I’m that mane.

I’m a just do my thang, cause I’m that mane.

I’m a just do my thang, cause I’m that mane.

I’m a just do my thang, cause I’m that mane.

I’m a just do my thang, cause I’m that mane.

I’m a just do my thang, cause I’m that mane.

I’m a just do my thang, cause I’m that mane.

Ya feel?

Are Ya Really Down? (Prod. dj terezi & apt9)

Lyrics:

Yeah, it’s just another day now, living my life as this shit passing by now.

Yeah, it’s just another day now, living my life as this shit passing by now.

Uh, yeah I trust my mother promises, but is we gon’ be all aight is some honest shit, uh, that I can’t just see how, we vow to fix it but we stay misfit. Uh uh, no wayyy, we gon’ make it, we gotta keep up fake shit, uh uh, no wayyy, we gon’ take it, we gotta fucking fake it. Shit passing by now, I get a frown now, my lip swelling now from the yelling inside now, I wanna shout out my despair, into air now but no one hear (here), is that shit clear mother fucker? But no one hear (here), is that shit clear mother fucker?

Yeah, it’s just another day now, living my life as this shit passing by now.

Yeah, it’s just another day now, living my life as this shit passing by now.

Uh, yeah, mother fucker on a mission. Be the top rap musician and the dap commissioner, as in the sir, mister popular. Now how I see myself is needing help, self stopping my ascension at least in this dimension, that’s how I see me, fuck it now, ruining my life err’ time I make a rhyme, soon to be in a freein’ state if I take, my life. My life, what is this shit. Yeah, what the fuck is this shit! I don’t know, I won’t go figure out, fuck it, end this doubt.

Yeah, it’s just another day now, living my life as this shit passing by now.

Yeah, it’s just another day now, living my life as this shit passing by now.

Yeah, it’s just another day now, living my life as this shit passing by now.

Yeah, it’s just another day now, living my life as this shit passing by now.

Oh shit, what the fuck I doing man.
Oh shit, what the fuck I doing man.
Oh shit, what the fuck I doing man.
Oh shit, what the fuck I doing man.

Fuck it. A Hype, shit what do I even mean.

Passing By (Prod. dj terezi)

Lyrics too big to fit in description ... Prima is dearly and forever missed ...

Prima (My Soul Mate) (Prod. dj terezi & Analogue Heart)

Lyrics:

If I’m not the best version of me. How the fuck do you expect me to see? The power that be in each and every action. Each hour flying by like just a fraction. Of my life, it’s auto pilot, not a silent soloist. But if that, where I’m heading, I’m dreading my violent scold resist. In other words, my cold is growing old in midst, of warmth around, make no sense how I’m down. I found my crown, while eating at BK maybe. But safe and sound, I’m bound to replay me crazy. And see me as not safe, not sound, I’m bound to go faith-fully find help for self but I never do. If I’m not the best version of me, a purge within he, might be the option, I pop in with hope that stoppin’ this trail is close, a tale of most I do not lead. Expect neglect ain’t a thang that far from main, but hey. At our status, that is clear my dear I need to. Do better, what may become of the dumb is to stay numb like we do, me, you, or is it just me. Trust me, how, I don’t even trust me. Be the best version of you to splurge in merging with who you wanna grow wit’, you reap what ya sow, shit. I wanna bust free, I need to put to action. Relaxin’ is as that when earned, I learned not from askin’, but got some taskin’ that I didn’t do that showed me. You feel guilty, fo’ real, to be glowed, still glowing, will blowing help? That no showing. Just not for me, help ya self to get to knowing. Venting, dispensing of the rent in my head, this tension been taking control, making a toll up on my goal. Well that ends now.

Best Foot Forward (Prod. dj terezi)

Lyrics:

I’ve reached the check point, mother fucker this shit hit a wreck, joint ya pain to me, I strain to see, how I can walk in ya shoes as I talk my dues. But as I pass, black out from it and plummet, seeing death overtake my last breath. Man, I was on the fucking summit. Maybe I still am, will damn right be aight. I think I sink when I think too much, such, touch and tweaking on what is peaking, don’t need fixing, that shit is mixing, my shit up, I get up from nightmares, and realize that they just some fright scares. I don’t overreact, some dumb and can’t see the mirage in effect. A montage so direct plays when I get in a daze. I’ve been so suicidal, but right before I commit, the vital, tidal effect it plays in my vision, do I wanna leave my mom to grieve a heave? I’ve been a bitch, that shit can stop now, I pop out and hop out my flop now, I drop? How? I’m dropping releases but the peace is in making shit that soothe my soul, in full, oh, back to the norm, wack in the storm, at that it just a pact that I form, not a fact, gotta keep calm. I like to paint myself as diff’ erent, the pure scent of just a sniff, of flowers is diff’ for me, autistic powers, twisted in the story. Listed as a human, I’m not? C’mon stop, drop that crap. I got the meaning that we all do in some basic form, glum tasted scorn, as in evil, we all achieve through. Not specific to me and my distant, past to now, fast I vow to think diff’, speak diff’, but in a way back to normalcy, I been there, when fair or not is asked? Yeah, life ain’t fair, that’s the task we gotta fight through, I hope to light you with knowledge my dad told me a while back and still, I mad at how he sold me short in support, but, actually he’s my biggest hero, so, that is this lie I been telling me, working so long so I can make song. Selling me short? Nah, he’s realistic, and I ain’t saying I’m praying day in and day out, I have the best, but I’m stressed? Just think about him, out dim is his lights but he never show mo’ plights. Yo, I wanna, apologize not for being me, but rather all y’all guys who been worried, I’m sorry for have hurried fear here and I’ve scurried, to make changes, take this and rearrange this, be a stranger to all my danger, I gotta accept my past is real, my present is what it is, I can change how I view it though, to a blow I can recover quicker, hover sicker over my bigger issues from the past that cast bigger tissues. I can still cry, ‘til I die but I don’t need to, feed through pain, I can maintain, however I want, basically there basic rules that it good to not taunt, do flaunt, but you on the right long path if you laugh through ya trials at times, I styles my rhymes just to get by, no need, to apologize, I’m winging it, well hell I’m bringing it too, it get through, yo. Just know I will prevail and already have though, and that a data proved great thing, we all matter including me, a great being.

Check Point (Prod. dj terezi)

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Timber (Prod. dj_nicky66)

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