“It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one which I discuss incessantly with my soul.” 

Charles Baudelaire

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something simple i made on my sp404

say something

tired

your charm
and your arm draped over my shoulder
i think of your hands
even when i’m sober
i don’t mean to stare
so often i just feel
that when i blink you’ll
be air and i’d be barely breathing

and i stay in my head
combing every word
to weave a rope to throw down
if you wanna climb up through
the cracks, i’m hollow brick and plaster
all facade and if you felt me with your fingers
i know i would crumble

i won't pretend i don't want you bad

bloodrush

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DELIA DANE
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Olukara 
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one dolla

The Morning (feat. Delia Dane & Olukara)

couch

Support your man on Youtube too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Md5ahXSGa1o

Friends - J. Cole x Kendrick Lamar Type Beat

The Deli - Flowers

Split a back, roll it packed, lick the back, and light it up
Worry bout nothing, we can do this til the sun is up, til the sun is up, til the sun is up, we can do this all night til the sun is

I guess my self love was stripped down by the paper
Narcissistic as fuck turned into a self hater
Seen sinners and their sins, I'd qualify for a scene writer
But loved myself back coz i know no one can make this better
Dont need umbrellas on a sunny day when im walking out
Mind all free just minding not going the human anthill's route
My daily bout's just concerned about not burning out 
My watch is dead, time's passed and i feel like mine's running out
So i talked to myself and asked for directions
He told me go straight, life's not a lot of complications 
Reality should be fuck your own imitations
Dreams are tangible the only key to it is called patience
Its raining pouring out, getting boring now, maybe we should switch channels into foreign now
Trynna catch my ideas for like an hour now
But its not working feels like my life still aint' figured out

Split a back, roll it packed, lick the back, and light it up
Worry bout nothing, we can do this til the sun is up, til the sun is up, til the sun is up, we can do this all night til the sun is

You're the type of shopper that shops only when the prices drop
The type of guy that takes two motherfucking parking spots
A mothafuckin' man who kinda seems to take a lot
But I can show you how these words can put you in a lock
Stopped messing with the greed, took only what i need then blasted off maybe left some for others to feed on
Advancing fast i got a speeding ban in the autobahn
Shipping songs like I'm dreaming on
I don't know why they sleeping on me, we, me and my homies soul searching for weeks
Dont need cameras flashin' at me i can shine this light on me
Real me I'ma be, I'ma be like the black eyed peas
Rapping is my form of art,
Love it coz its HE and ART
I thing i ashed my pack, lie on grass and itchy backs
Floating walks on cloud 9 i think i wont come back 
I might buy another pack, im flyin where my homies at
Rapping all these raps and you can call it a heart attack
Brainstorming while snoring at 4 in the morning only to realize i dont like religious conforming
I dont believe in god the only god i believe is you, coz goddamn youre the closest thing to being perfect boo

Split a back, roll it packed, lick the back, and light it up
Worry bout nothing, we can do this til the sun is up, til the sun is up, til the sun is up, we can do this all night til the sun is up

couch

TMARA

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