Chapter 8:  Starman Encounter

this song was going to be scrapped but i worked hard on it and got tired of sitting on it

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produced by me

lyrics:

now i'm walking through the cameras
need an upgrade imma buy another hammer
i log in through the console like a hacker
bitch if i said i won't go why you ask her

now i see your DNA, you go through it everyday
is it time to get a fix? no matter how much you change
if there's blood up on your shirt, i know that you still won't change
will you free me from these chains? all i ever did was pray

i just found you in my folder
i can feel the time fly i'm still not older
then i told you i would never call,
im a sylo soulju. money lookin very tall (im not but shoutout kurtains)

i can't even take it, i know you'll replace it
walk into the spot and if i shoot we'll leave him nameless
because i always knew you was on that lame shit
and if you, fucked, up you're the one that's paying

you need my love i could never take it
and i know it hurts but you can't replace it
and i can't give up fuck what they be saying
and if you fucked up it's nobody else but your fault

said she tryna go but i can't let her
angel, i'm angel with no feather
eyes low when i'm cruising through the cameras
i know, i know why i'm better

tão achando q eu sou da bolivia mas sou do brasil
eh dificil escrever verso sem falar que eu ganho mil
ele mora em condomínio e posta foto com fuzil
e falaram do seu nome mas vc ja decaiu

hate me boy you're not the only one
came in with a rocket launcher ima shoot that shit for fun
and i heard they tryna talk down but i told them "for what?"
and i might fuck it up, for the first time look back and i say

swear to god i'll leave it, i might as well delete it
tryna change the season, but i know that i'll just leave it
tryna fuck me up look at that energy you're giving
it's the first day of the month and you're still worried about me winning

take it, take it, take it all

you're still far from it
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lyrics:

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice

and you got way too much to learn
i don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
and i had to wait, now they wait for my return
he was talking all that shit i'll be the last one that's concerned
cause it's, real, went from zero to a deal
can't wait for the next time i touch a fucking mill
my heart is untouchable that shit is made of steel
nowadays when my song come on they never standing still

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice
nowadays im getting mad racks for talking on a mic
but don't get it twisted i could never be afraid to die
i appreciate it i told you that you not my type
if i had to be you that'd be suicide

if i want it imma get it let me figure out a way
love to look up at my paypal see the money duplicate
hate me love me on the next day get the fuck up off my face
i'm not really tryna talk, i was busy being soil to the plants
so many mfing hours that i spent
it's about life we gon lose many friends
so many of you think that you're the shit, i gotta tell you you're not
even that's what you think you are
i had to tell you you're hot shit, you're not gonna come this far (aaah)

fuck all that bitch shit, your song come on i hear nothing but crickets
never did show but i'll sell out some tickets, up on the ATM counting some digits
that shit is old i'm not dropping no snippet, you get the pack and you fumble and flip it
somebody tell that boy he cannot kick it, i got a worldwide plug he british
i got 2k3 on my bank i feel like CJ808
man i woke up money hungry think im making racks today
i got lots on my mind but the same up on my plate
i know you're losing so my day is going great

hook: 
and you got way too much to learn
i don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
and i had to wait, now they wait for my return
he was talking all that shit i'll be the last one that's concerned
cause it's, real, went from zero to a deal
can't wait for the next time i touch a fucking mill
my heart is untouchable that shit is made of steel
nowadays when my song come on they never standing still

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice
nowadays im getting mad racks for talking on a mic
but don't get it twisted i could never be afraid to die
i appreciate it i told you that you not my type
if i had to be you that'd be suicide

hard headed 🧱

war within oneself
authorial production

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upon seeing me, raging madness ceased to exist, when i approached, even the sharpest pain used to laugh. it was impossible for anyone to be tortured by their gnawing worries, or to be torn by the uncertain fleetingness of worldly matters. our presence overcame all fears, and with me every hour was a happy one. i pleased with the way i moved and spoke, even with a tragic voice, cheering up worrying minds in manifold ways. 
- vitalis

it's not what i have

msn bag collectors item, the song, self produced
this song has something to do with the upcoming album

swear to god

produced by me

lyrics: 

ok like fuck that shit (ok let's go) x4

i done made 1M 2M 3M 4M 5M bout this shit
got you a hit so you think you up but the rest of your boys they all aint shit
im tryna feed my bros we gon all eat good if i end up getting rich
and im not talking bout music shit, i got some other ways to get rich

now im global i be outside, saw a camera then i had to hide
these shootas creep in the nighttime, talking crazy yeah thats suicide
already died for the first time, bitch you could do it a second time
you wanna, you wanna act outlandish just give a reason bro tell me why

and i was boutta get in here and start talking bout sad shit but i said fuck that shit
and if i see bands gotta get them quick
and you so damn lame we cant coexist
tryna hit up malls tryna get it fast tryna get some new shit up on my wrist
i hop in the hellcat then i dip, and can't nobody do this shit like this

can't nobody tell me shit, step out the door and i came with it
now they all up on dick, but you broke broke broke you can't tell me shit
boutta cut you off cause you stay on dick
bitch i had enough now you going through it
i need more more more feel like i can't fit
and that shit so fake it's so counterfeit

ok like fuck that shit (ok let's go) x8

with a different purpose, you said that i'm worth it
AP on my fucking wrist, tell me it's not flooded
got a brand new car i'm swerving
you can't catch up, this shit urgent
imma get rich off this and we finna go up and that's for certain

i get to the racks and it's urgent
bitch we in the cut like a surgeon
i know that they creepin they lurkin
but when i'm up they gon be hurting
got gas that they know that i'm burning
you can't hop on this wave you not surfing
all his work is amounting to nothing
now he thinking that i don't deserve it

imma get rich off this
mama said imma get rich of this ok
and they waiting for me to fall, i told them get outta my way
you know what i'm on you not on shit you wasting space
i said fuck it and forgot the time of day

i came up with another plan yeah
i look back and i know i can't run
sometimes i need another hand yea
cause everything starts to weigh a ton
i stay talking bout fuck that shit but fuck that shit that i do for fun
had to pull myself aside and tell myself that i'm the one

ok like fuck that shit (ok let's go) x16

ok like

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lyrics: 

(we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about debt, we talk about life, you talk about me, i talk about racks, i talk about plans, i talk about things i shouldn't have said)

i need to lift, the left side of my head
i'm still tryna make sense, of everything that they said
and the worst part about it
is that it's starting to click

when we get older the pressure get greater
i'm not gonna do it right now if it's something that i could do later
and that's my problem
stuck at the bottom

i work so hard but don't feel any greater
i like to talk about life but life do not like the way i portray her
and that's my problem
i tried to warn them

(imma tell a lie right now like)

shoot at anybody i look at and see, i just bough a cruise now i'm overseas
that boy still my son, pay respect to me,  don't need no tutorial i do it with ease
i don't need an eight, bitch i need the tree, i just sparked it up so it's hard to breathe
if they did you bad, don't get mad at me, heard he getting mad cause his pockets E

and i lie... until it comes true and, maybe that's the reason i'm not mad you
i try every time but it's... always the same, 
if i did it right then i still end up picking up the blame

had to cut him off because he did some shit that i don't claim
now that tryna turn around and tell me that i'm fucking fake
tried to get help but then they said that i should meditate
that bullshit doesn't work for me what works is getting paid

hop up off the bed i pop
fuck the breakfast, i want rocks
bitch if i paid i'll cop
i'm friends with felons can't get caught
bet you never heard of me
i walk in and start a scene
act, bitch we sipping pink
packed, but we still jumped in

and i tried i tried i tried
i'm not good with wasting time
most good times come in disguise
but fuck it, i'll say it fine

and we talk about this, we talk about that, we talk about things i should've said, we talk about death, we talk about life, can't

rude

produced by me
the last time i will make a song like thi

lyrics:

i win the lottery yuh
he got a problem then get up
i know they mad at me yuh
because i run my money up
go check my mentions like yeah
because they all wanna be us
if your mans he got a problem he can come through every month

life saver, real money waster
i'm a bag chaser, real paper
i don't do favors, i met my maker
real line sayer, i don't care

ran out of time that i'm not that i'm not gonna get back
try going forwards but i always go back
this is not a funeral but i wore all black
i don't wanna talk to you if you gon treat me like trash

he get left in the past
i just listened to your tape every song was so bad
if your song sounds like this, chances are that it's bad
when i do it's okay because i am.. good.. im good at this type of music, but you should stop making it though, you, you should st-

life saver, real money waster
i'm a bag chaser, real paper
i don't do favors, i met my maker
real line sayer, i don't care

nah fuck all that cause lil bitch im tryna get my shit back
i was gone for a few months and now they're stealing my swag
i got a lot of shit to say i got a lot to unpack
i don't wanna do a verse if your songs are still ass
and if you're not first then you're last
gotta buy me a safe, racks can't fit in the bag
they finding new ways to be trash
i'm letting them be, i don't got time for that

line sayer w/ d0llywood1

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don't run laps in my head

forgive me for briefly stealing if it means anything flow

laps

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11/23/2022

lyrics:

birds when i'm looking out the window
and i see your face but i can't let go
everybody tryna be a hero
stop playing games you cant save me now
house to house and wall to wall
i can't do it anymore
and i tried so hard not to think bout it, i fold onto the floor

heard she fucking with me she go everywhere i go yeah
and it's a cold world, but i know my heart gets colder
i put on a mask and leave my house like it's october
does it feel good when you know you getting older?
i don't - i don't wanna talk i'd rather put down the controller
and my new fan back then used to be a troller
my old bitch, forgot everything i told her
not no t shirt we gon put him on a poster

talk tough and its reload
posted up with delta or im posted with the c4
jugg his shit dont think he need more
20 bands paypal the shit i love to see boy

thought he made it out the gutter 
its a decoy
running with the burner 
step up to me u get destroyed
he said he want smoke 
but i know he about to fold
opposition getting sold
im not for it ur fault

im the one whos getting calls
i dont answer cuz im not the one to stall
tell lil bro come get involved
and its gona be the last time he talks
but we not talking at all
thought i couldnt but i love to prove them wrong
nobody wana ask u, get him gone
dont try, take the fall

but i'm used to it
i saw way too much, it made me sick
i say i don't give a fuck but it still hits
i don't know if i can live life like....this
but i grow up
in the fast lane you gon see me doing donuts
i got 2 lives like a hit a fucking bonus
tarantino movie, when i pull up do the most bruh
i don't know them, why they acting like they know us?

heard she fucking with me she go everywhere i go yeah
and it's a cold world, but i know my heart gets colder
i put on a mask and leave my house like it's october
does it feel good when you know you getting older?
i don't - i don't wanna talk i'd rather put down the controller
and my new fan back then used to be a troller
my old bitch, forgot everything i told her
not no t shirt we gon put him on a poster

picture from picture, all up in my wall and,
i'm a winner but maybe not at all because,
hold onto the act up until it falls
18 still mad when they call my-

poster w/ lieu

she can read it in my eyes i just wanna go
tell me if i'm breathing baby i don't know
tell me that she's sick and tired of my tone
bleeding on this mattress in the dead of night
tell me that you love me it could save my life
reaching for the knife that's inside my spine
i can say i'm fine but it's a fucking lie

maybe i should go
cause this place just isn't home
i can see it in her eyes that she wants to fucking know
i don't know what to say
just consume my pain
baby stay with me
just consume my pain

she can read it in my eyes i just wanna go
tell me if i'm breathing baby i don't know
tell me that she's sick and tired of my tone
bleeding on this mattress in the dead of night
tell me that you love me it could save my life
reaching for the knife that's inside my spine
i can say i'm fine but it's a fucking lie

poster w/ lieu

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