Smooth Grape (Prod. LethalNeedle)

Wednesday (Prod. Komplexity)

~Pretentiousness~
Written by: Tylor Wauneka 
Beat & production by: Malana 
Mixed and Engineered by Tylor Wauneka 

Sample: 
Take me to the rooftop/
I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue/
Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious/
Leave me like you do (like you do)/

You left to do your own thing, and I was left to do the same thing/ 
I know the truth/
You left to do your own thing, and I was left to do the same thing/ 
I know the truth/

Verse:
Aye! 
When she takes me on the rooftops/
In bed we lay futons/
She’s perfect like them neutrons/
That add up on my atom/
She’s gone now, I am sad and/ 
Tell me what just happened?/
Don’t tell me what just happened/
Don’t tell me what just uh- /
Her love for me in caskets/
Baby it’s just ashes/
The least I can say is that I had it/
The tires done crashed and flattened/
Two years, forever, it’s ashes/
The memories seem to haunt me/
I’m exhausted but coming off salty/
Aye, but/
Oh look at my phone, she calling/
Baby I don’t have the time to make up excuses/
We taking our turns, and maybe we clueless/
Couldn’t be saved by Cupid/
Couldn’t be solved like a rubix/
Couldn’t be doing a what?/
Couldn’t be doing a/

(TAKE ME)
You left to do your own thing, and I was left to do the same thing/ 
I know the truth/
You left to do your own thing, and I was left to do the same thing/ 
I know the truth/
You left to do your own thing, and I was left to do the same thing/ 
I know the truth/

(When she takes me on the rooftops/
In bed we lay futons/
She’s perfect like them neutrons/
That add up on my atom/
She’s gone now, I am sad and/ 
Tell me what just happened?/)

pretentiousness (Prod. Malana)

~ Away~

Yeah/
Inside my brain, I can’t escape/
Inside my brain, I can’t escape/
Gotta get a metaphor/
Before I get the better one/ 
Spitting bars like prison maybe just a type of federal/
Is you really skeptical?/
Throwing up my vices/
Gripping on a tight fist/ 
Consequences, crisis/
Now I’m so lost and I’m adding a mood/
I’m praying they win but they hope that I lose/
How could I change when they changing up too/

Verse/: 
Cody roll the window/
Hillcrestin’ to official, essentials/
Drugging, not a soul but, 
It’s broadway to the old stuff/
Been hated not a goal but/
If I had too, I would score cuts/
Avoiding all these war cuts/
That would trade me in for more bucks/
Take me downtown, I could score but/

Inside my brain, I can’t escape/
Inside my brain, I can’t escape/
Gotta get a metaphor/
Before I get the better one/ 
Spitting bars like prison maybe just a type of federal/
Is you really skeptical?/
Throwing up my vices/
Gripping on a tight fist/ 
Consequences, crisis/

(Push the odds away for another day) 

Can’t walk in place, no circles/
Obsession can be hurtful/
The weed can grow so purple/
By any means, you will get what is yours/
No stealing from the stores/ 
But I’m talking what can we, we afford?/
This is a lot again/
Baby, no promises/
Know you love movies and chocolate/
You see my energy but I just have to be so honest with/ 

(It seems like we were blooming in the wrong light) 

Verse/: 
Father forgive me/
For all of my lies and my envy/
I know I’ve been angry, I’m fearing acceptance/
My fear has been heavy/
With a cloudy perception/ 
I’ve tried to move on from other perspectives/
But I’ve taken but, nothing but truth as my enemy/
Creating my own evil and energy/ yuh 
I think it’s really selfish to say that on a banger/
But I don’t even blame her/
I remember all the anger/
Tell myself the dangers/
I still really have no, time to lose/
Can I get my time? Or the lies you choose?/
Can I?
Or the lies I choose/ 
Or the lies you lose?/
Or the things you lose/ (yuh)
Euphoria doesn’t really just stay for a long time/
Seems like we were just blooming in the wrong light/ (push odds away) 

Push the odds away (2x) 
Outro

Away (Prod. eeryskies)

-written in Albuquerque, New Mexico

~Beautiful Dope Spots~

Part 1: 
I gotta bottle, something to say with/
Ya homies be saying that all of my songs are they favorite/
Twice, and my motives can make up an overdose/
Respect the Wauneka, that goes for you older folks/
A mixer, a mashup/ 
The king of a shadow, can’t pass up/
The belt has unfastened/
I ran from the ghetto-ish side of the city/ 
Avoiding the violent and smoking a ciggy/
Keeping my guard up/
I can go harder/ 
Moving so fast like a dope spot/ 
Constantly adding, i don’t stop/
I level, I look at my cinema/
Screening my darkest of moments on top of the integer ah/ 
(What, aye)
I’m never like zero or one, cause I am so infinite/
Really no limits yet/ (uh)
Yeah, I needed a personal order/
Keep it so short for distorted baby/
Life has been really like crazy/ 
Blankets can’t cover the issue or itch/ 
Cover the stitch/
I coughed I admit/
Im broken but put all together/
I’m frozen but too hot for spitters/ (aye) 
Lately I/ 
Stay up at night/ 
Think about shit that I could’ve done right/ 
It haunts me but maybe it’s somewhat delightful/
Falling from scary and terrible heights so/
I love all my demons/
They makes me feel comfortable/
Lightning inside of the clouds, isn’t it wonderful?/

Part 2: 
Stylish/
Flow wyling/ (uh)
Sad play like a violin/  
Flowing while you wish/
Might never really wanna fly again/ 
Losing oxygen from all my altitude/ 
My beanie flowing off like half of you/ 
Puffing off whites, yeah we get it for the low/
Take me to the store/
Cause I can get both/ 
Gotta stay afloat/ 
The worlds evil bro/ 
I don’t even know/ 
You don’t even know/ 
That I’m validated/ 
I’m a valley native/
With amounts of acres/ 
I’m a valid statement/
With amounts of rage and, oh oh/ 
I don’t brag for patience/
I don’t call for maybes/ 
Tristan Jim my agent, you can hit his page and/ 
Maybe ask me later/ 
I can do the demonstration/
Baby I can hate it/ 
You can hate it or leave it/ 
Had to put the record up on the track/ 
If you ain’t seen my skills, then you don’t know that/ 
I don’t even know but I really speak facts/
My bucket hat can make a decimal/
All of ya ah- 
What? I seen a better show then ya act/ 
Like back in high school, I skip my class/
Just to flick some ash/ 
On a broken back/ 
Can i/
Can my heart come back on a-/
Can my heart come back/
Just a lot of shit, I’m not over that/ (2x) 
Times are hard but I pray a lot/ 
Loneliness, for the day I got/
With a saying bruh/ 
You shady mind/ 
I don’t pray for odds/
I gotta faithful side/ 
Ride the wave of life/
Could’ve faded twice when I hated life/ 
But, now I own that shit/
Im a owner bitch/
And I got a bolder script/
I never had bully’s when all of them bitches attempted to figure me out/ 
Uh I don’t got beef but I picture-

Beautiful Dope Spots (Prod. Versus Beats)

nobody knows (Prod. iavi)

~September~
 
Yeah, yeah 
(Wait for me here 2x) 

Hook:

Good morning and Goodnight/ 
I don’t wanna say goodbye/ 
Searching definition, what’s the meaning of unite?/
I’m super fucking drunk tryna call you up, alright?/
If you really finna pick up, that’s a miracle for me/
Hope you’re doing fine, we always really  tend to overthink/ 
(Wait for me here, it doesn’t seem clear) 

Verse 1:
September came falling/
Showing up impaired, 
Now you hate the way that I called it/
Barely saying all my words, just one sip away from my coffin/ 
I know you notice that everything came just a little too often/ 
That night I left with no jacket,
That walk was very exhausting/
Losing all of these things, made me feel like I was toxic/ 
Maybe they were right, now I feel like I have lost it/
They text and tell me “be careful” but I hate to walk with that caution/
Had to go to work next day, got my card so I can clock in/
After hours, got liquor breath/
Songs like this got bigger threats/
Sweater smells like cigarettes/
Proceeded just to be reckless/
Took a walk, to see message/
Never felt this type of depression/
Really miss my best friend/
Baby I can be so rude, everything you do too/

Hook:
Good morning and Goodnight/ 
I don’t wanna say goodbye/ 
Searching definition, what’s the meaning of unite?/
I’m super fucking drunk tryna call you up, alright?/
If you really finna pick up, that’s a miracle for me/
Hope you’re doing fine, we always really  tend to overthink/ 
I thought I’d write a record just for you and maybe me, maybe me/

Verse 2:
spending time while talking shit,
I find it so surprising/
Slip on other, push and I just got to excited/
Walking just to feel the shade, 
the tide can keep on rising/ 
Overflowing captions, that be rising just to shine in/
I’m the morning sun, come and watch me at horizon/ 

(WAIT FOR ME HERE) (WAIT FOR ME HERE)
(IT DOESNT SEEM CLEAR)

September (Prod. D’Artizt)

Beautiful Dope Spots Pt. 2 (Prod. PK x Manuel)

One of the best songs I can do live ❤️

the lyrics are:

~Jazzy~ 

You do it so slick/
Shesh, call in, I’m sick/
Baby, you wish/
Caught in the mix/
She’s used to the normal, I’m used to the stress/
I’m selfish I guess/
Acting elite but I don’t know the rest/
The beat is so snazzy,
I am so jazzy, covered in ashes/
Made it look classy/
I’m covered in ashes, I make it look classy/
Finessing a classic/
I learned off the acid/
Yuh, I don’t do the fakes/
And I miss all the memories, everytime that I tell myself/
Yuh, psycho-tragic, it’s often disaster/
But baby you don’t know the half of the magic/
I’m making from lighting these matches/
Yuh, and I know you caught in the moment/
Can’t focus, that’s okay/
I know it gets lonely.. (what?)/
2 in the morning and I can’t seem to face it/
The center location, is often a setup by satan himself/
Do I know myself?/

Begging myself, to pick up the pace/
So far from the grave/
But I can’t give up, and i do it for me/
I’m not really pleased/
Alone in my room/
Higher then roofs/ 
Texting you too, the ending is new/
And everything’s blue/
And everything’s blue/ (yuh, ay) 
Are they breaking me down, or building me up?/ 
And I don’t feel the same, ready for change?/
And I don’t feel that way/
Take me away, take me away/
She’s used to the normal, I’m used to the stress/
I’m selfish I guess/
Acting elite but I don’t know the rest/
The beat is so snazzy/
I am so jazzy, yeah/
The beat is so snazzy/
I am so jazzy, covered in ashes, make it look classy/
Ay

Tylor Wauneka- Jazzy (live version) [Prod. B Young)

~slow but dreaming~ 

Beat tag* 

Could’ve gave up back in 09’/
Just a kid with them four eyes/
Growing up I got more signs/
Tryna live it up, joy ride/ 
Tryna get between both thighs/
All a sudden, my phone died/
My phone died/
Look at me with both eyes/
Wanna take my photo four times/
For all the broke and them poor times/ 
Imma pour it up and I’m alright/ 
Imma pour it up til I’m alright/
Imma pour it up til I’m alright/
But there’s plenty more to be handled/
Gotta master more then classrooms/
May the bullshit never be sampled/ 
Gotta mix it up like scrabble/
Gotta be a king before all that shit ends up on its axil/ (what) 
Gotta problem for your solvents/
If I lose then imma go all in/
What a native know about hardship?/
Some nights I don’t feel shit, other days I feel my heartache/ 
Think about my karma/
With a heavy chest, no drama/
Gotta habit from my father/ 
When I’m writing all these bars, don’t be thinking that you went farther/ 
Had to grow my faith like gardens/
Don’t be thinking that you went harder/ 
It was a Tuesday/ 
Had a blue face/ 
With a new daze/ 
Had a dark mind, with a cool taste/ 
Could abuse me/ 
That’s a loose leaf/ 
Had a billion people use me/
And I guess that’s just life’s duty/ 
But whatchu know bout’ sacrifice?
Whatchu know about giving in?/ 
To the second wind/ 
On a hard day/ 
Spitting bars, hey/ 
Pray to God, hey/ 
To the father/
Going harder/
I don’t like to lose but that makes a man/
I don’t tie a noose but I understand/ 
How the world could trade ya/ 
Gotta pray to my savior/
Whatchu do for favors?/
Made a bunch of all these mixtapes and I still feel I’m worthless/
But it feels like I have burdens/
I was selfish, now we hurting/
Tried to tell her we was perfect/ 
All I got is all this music, and the bottle stop my hurting/ 
Haven’t been the same old person/
And it feels like it’s not worth it/ 
And it feels like it’s not worth it/

Outro:

GOD I FEEL IT IN MY CHEST/
GOD DAMMIT I NEED REST/
TYLORS SUCH A BIG MESS/ 
WHAT THE FUCK YOU GON DO NEXT/ 
ARE YOU FEELING PROUD OF YOURSELF?/ 
WHILE YOU STUCK UP IN YO OWN HELL/
SHE SAID TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF/
FUCK IT, I DONT NEED NO HELP/
MAN IM FREAKING MYSELF OUT/
I DONT UNDERSTAND MY DOUBTS UH/
AND IM SICK OF FEELING THIS WAY/
CAN I FIGURE OUT A WAY?/
SO I CAN FEEL OKAY/
FUCKING ANXIOUS IN MY SEAT/
BUT DONT YOU WORRY ABOUT ME/

slow but dreaming (Prod. Broke Boi)

Paradise (Prod. SEAN T.)

Introducing Tylor Wauneka, a 22-year-old artist hailing from the vibrant scene of Window Rock, Arizona. With a deep passion for rap and R&B music, Tylor has spent the past 7-8 years honing his songwriting skills and connecting with listeners on an emotional level. Overcoming substance abuse & alcoholism Tylor continues to press on. Last year, he joined Smoke Shed, a record label that shares the appreciation for the 505 hip hop scene. Only time will tell what Tylor is on to!

Beautiful Dope Spots Pt. 2 (Prod. PK x Manuel)

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