gray mage - one who has the ability to walk all paths, purely for the pursuit of enlightenment

vocals: bugboi
prod: bugboi, vxlentines
mix: bugboi
master: bugboi

cant have light

im on board im on tour babygirl im full fledge no lil boy hit dat boy wit a tec he in a void all this stress and this mess im too annoyed,all it takes is who you are and you can write your own fate cuz your a star and jus stop hanging with the fakes set you apart and Ian tryn to debate I know im hard, who’s that a decoy ya he tryna get tapped and rejoice but instead he getting zapped and deployed put my splat upon the map wit my voice, it’s so bizarre how i got far all these cuts all these scars ya I forgot,I won’t stop till my mfkin heart stop, make a mark for ya next generation, im the sun ya I’m the radiation, Craig Morrison silver inflation how I do it man it’s all imagination keep ya heart and ya mind keep it sacred, show ya love show it all stay connected, baby gimme medicine ya inject me, how they wanna talk about me it affects me, (but instead you getting zapped and deployed, put my splat upon the map with my voicex2) it’s so bizarre how i got far all these cuts all these scars ya I forgot,I won’t stop till my mf heart stop, make a mark for ya next generation, im the sun ya I’m the radiation, Craig Morrison silver inflation how I do it man it’s all imagination keep ya heart and ya mind keep it sacred, show ya love show it all stay connected, baby gimme medicine ya inject me, how they wanna talk about me it affects me

decoy prod exodus1900.mp3 (lyrics in desc)

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feat @hartofalion
prod @silasroe

//I rmr when wed call now we don't girl
waking to the same whens it summer
I had all the pack till I rolled up
black shorts, silver chain w the polo

thought I had all of fucking the answers but I don't hoe
when will you let it go
took one too many pills bby now im fallin 
up in my mind you wrote a scripture when u walk in 
all these old hoes on my phone bby why they keep talking
girl I know you didn't want me while I was down why you all in
I caught you crying in the corner of the room why you balling 
roll my fingers down your skin so smooth like porcelain 
girl I know you wanna move to somewhere a little lawless

porcelain w/ harto falion (silas roe)

glass of water on the bedside table

posting pictures it look like u got the best life

i remember it was so bad for me

yea u got revenge on me and now i gotta get mine

i feel like we had the best time

geeked up geek squad at the best buy

i got that green paper on me thats the best kind

designer jeans on me u would prolly never find

im smoking tree im smoking shellpack thats the better kind

i try to say something it took too long like nevermind

u stole my swag u prolly got it from a friend of mine

what did i tell you? oh i told you i would never lie

we going sight seeing

for all the right reasons

yea this is my flight season

damn i think u might need it

yea i water plant inside the pot its only light needed

no outfit i just put on a wifebeater

2 ounces on me it feed like 5 people

sometimes i cannot tell if i hang with the right people

why u acting like a insect why u bite people?

yea im in the lighthouse i feel like the light keeper

i been walking round clueless like im sightseeing

no you cannot have my 2 cents that is mine to give

im with 56 team u know we like to win

how did i end up here how am i still alright with this

i feel like everything i do is a swing and a miss i get hit in an instant

you stopped playing hard to get i lost interest

we never had a argument i still miss it

ordinary prod iv

war (@fiftyzeros)

back and forth (panchos)

love (xen)

Minute Maid

produced by @assperrr
featuring @counterxo

lyrics:
(claude)
i'm lost
u became the garden, i turned into moss
while ur life is full of wins i get a loss
u leaving me here to rot
down on my knees and i plead
that u'll be here for me

don't u lie to me and tell me that u'll take away the pain
yeah u can say whatever it won't make it go away
i can't recognize myself its like i'm always rearranged
and u said that u'd help me but u couldn't even stay

(counter)
It could be fate or it could be too late
You know I’d still be waiting I don’t care how long it takes
The life we could create
I can’t lie I’m amazed
captive from those eyes, so I’m always wide awake
Still remember what you told me 
even if hurts, it’s ok cause you can hold me 
Seen me at my worst, and even then you don’t leave
We’re nothing like we were, there’s baggage that we won’t keep 
Only a matter of time
Nothing’s a matter in fine
Got the disaster in mind for when things get out of line
I know you’ll still be mine
If I leave this all behind

(claude)

don't u lie to me and tell me that u'll take away the pain
yeah u can say whatever it won't make it go away
i can't recognize myself its like i'm always rearranged
and u said that u'd help me but u couldn't even stay

moss ༄˖°..ೃ࿔ ft. counter (asperr)

ty for listening

lyrics:

entropic off topic foggy headed rock solid
automatic talk analog conscious clock stopped
static screen gray dissonance habits lean into it
mayday influence from stillwater cynicisms
pill bottle ignorance my heyday dividends
split time signature shift tempo irritants
send simple signals meant imminent delayed 
stay in place in a mention of attention sent paid
paycheck psychopathy automotive atrophy
tone evoke nostalgia of the path turned into history
loss of all control a total nose dive actual 
epiphanies broke in dire straights shown casually
empathetic faculty the number one casualty
contrast smack tenebrism mentality 
ascension bends back for a narrative of charity
the rapture is the only real moment of clarity

highway therapy to dead tread friction
spinning rubber fine print read in bits now sentenced
head temples turned timpani the temperature is arbitrary
weather warm whether sun hits skin stationary
or cold winters winds cut mantras into memory
i sold myself pennies on the dollar
hollered pity too long now the option gone west
to die bleached in the desert hollow message
fell silent on deaf ears from shut lips existence hypothetical
hypochondriac self isolated cyclical living
thought of renting out the hole in my chest 
i die three times a day it’s time to give it a rest
i hide needs never signing on the back of the check
shoes inside fighting an environment to rest 
cause breath short section grief till digestible
my meridian of denial lies among the truth vestigial

i wouldn’t buy what im selling

cant have light

bugboi

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