anyone know what happened to LATITUDES by sherm?

If this isnt gyyps then ur a fake azz puzzy

I hear that FKJ sample in the back 😏 this shit too fye. You got good tate man

Produced by Wonya Love (@wonya).

Written/Performed/Recorded/Mixed by Tony C (@tonycdoe).

Vertigo

Drugs & Alcohol

Revelation 20

turn off your phone.

Cover Art by @luke_barrett

Shout out to Moms, B McCaslin, Luke and my homies for making this possible. 

(Lyrics)

I don't let her call no more
Cut my long distance minutes to a zero
Just so I don't have to hear you (ugh)
It's mista light the L 
Take yo hand in conversation 
She can never even tell if I'm real
Or if I'm playin though

Been a minute since I been in the bay 
Probably get a flight when the money is okay
For now Im just laid off
Every day be my day off
Won’t stop till the views gon pop like the playoffs
Thats straight talk 
Don’t hit my phone you been paid off 
Wavy as bay watch dont quit your day job
Hit the bernie and made off 
Cause I’m quick to curve and evade em
Flip the pencil erase em
Opposite of verbatim 
Thats some thin ice that y’all skating
Back on my own I’m finessing the flow
All of my bars are embezzled in gold
Checking the pics and she rocking my clothes 
Never gon slip so I just let it go

Inhumane the way I spit pollution
Wont take a test at your institution 
Cant cheat the game no restitution
So I crawl the wall and I flash the deuces 
Im gone 

I don't let her call no more
Cut my long distance minutes to a zero
Just so I don't have to hear you (ugh)
It's mista light the L 
Take yo hand in conversation 
She can never even tell if I'm real
Or if I'm playin though


So I keep the apple on moon mode
Won't indulge in no conversation
Got Competition on funeral 
Confidence n not complicated 
No Consequence on my consciousness 
Skip the chapel my own religion 
Grip The gavel no extradition 
No Escobar but I'm bout my business 
No reservoir and y'all thirsty 
Before Tarantino  hit thirty
This generation so dirty
She throw it back it ain't Thursday 


Feel the beat n we bouncin
Zombie when the ounce hit 
Gold cleats n a outfit 
I'm the plug you the outlet 
Before I peace I get em shoutin ayyyee


I don't let her call no more
Cut my long distance minutes to a zero
Just so I don't have to hear you (ugh)
It's mista light the L 
Take yo hand in conversation 
She can never even tell if I'm real
Or if I'm playin though

MOON MODE

Produced by @krawnuno
Mixed&Mastered by Jimmy wit da beam
Cover art by @luke_barrett

(Lyrics)

Out late night lacing Timbs for the season 
Sayin that I'm cold 
So she tell me turn the heat up 
Practice what I'm preaching
I don't need a misdemeanor 
I be hopin out the whip 
When they take a trip to re up

No tints so you see us 
In a ford not a beemer
Cant afford to cop kicks so I still rock the beaters 
Pickin up the pieces 
Need change for the meter 
I be Headed to the final with a  20 for the teacher

I don't need no preachers 
Trynna change up my allegiance 
Trynna open up my eye lids 
To an audience of demons
No this alcohol won't last 
But at least I won't be freezin 
So I empty out this flask 
Just to bottle up these feelings


Daddy's little diva need degrees for a reason 
Words to a verse like some
Paint to a easel 
Loosing my grip 
I click clack desert eagle 
Pull back my hand 
See the sign I don't feed em 

Balanced equation 
Fucked up rotation
She gon pull up to the crib without a invitation 
Let herself in just to make a statement 
Then she made it all up on the counter of the basement 

None of y'all can tell me shit 
I feel how I feel and it is what it is  
Threw my 2 cents made a wish 
Pennies for ya thoughts might make a man rich 

So if y'all don't fuck with this
Flew too close to the sun on some Icarus shit
Y’all high on Ignorance 
Better step back and clench yo fist


I don't need no preachers 
Trynna change up my allegiance 
Trynna open up my eye lids 
To an audience of demons
No this alcohol won't last 
But at least I won't be freezin 
So I empty out my flask 
Just to bottle up these feelins 


She want a man of many talents 
Not a jock with some js and a bad xanny habit 
I been stayin up late on the bass like an addict 
Imma still be asleep when they speak on the Sabbath 
I ain't talkin bout practice 
Im the truth to a liar
You some weed without a lighter 
Looking past the attire wanna see what you desire 
What burns in your soul 

Forget about the fire I'm cold  
Tell me what burn in yo soul  
Tell me who hurt you the most 
Reach for my hand I might put you on hold 
Peace from the coast with my eaches n owns 
Deeply indulged you should leave me alone 
Taste of temptation is talking the most  
Maybe I might but then maybe I won’t 

FUCK


I C A R U S

prod. @swll 
lyrics: https://genius.com/Blake-lately-lyrics

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Lately

The very first single from Urban Etiquette. School Credit EP coming end of Summer 2016

Theme Song (feat. Matt Burton)

had to switch up the vibe for ya'll. 
me n sad money been sittin on this one for way too long.

enjoy

Produced by @SadMoneyMusic
Artwork by Trey Humphries
Mastered by Ellis Tucker

Dose (prod. Sad Money)

the second project from artist happytree, made in due time. 

mixed & mastered by Jake Burdick                                                    https://soundcloud.com/jakersmusic

written by happytree
coverart by jonsmith 
photo by instagram.com/sxrreal

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2017

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In Due Time

S.O.S. (prod. late late)

S.O.S. (prod. Late Late)

Produced by JoeMay Beats (@joemayhihop).

Written/Performed/Recorded/Mixed by Tony C (@tonycdoe).

Song Art by Orlando Sims (@orlandosims).

Never Ending

Cal Scruby - NOSTALGIA

Musician/Chef

Features/Mixing/Mastering/   ThoughtsOfSherm@gmail.com

I C A R U S

CHEF SHERM

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