Half Way Out Of My Head( prod. Bailey Daniel )

Verse 1
I'm barely making a living, but I'm making a killing, killing a beat, rinse and repeat and put my hands to the ceiling
Dione
Some of my homies died young
Goal I got my eye on
Shoulder I could cry on
Color coated crayon personality
Poppa really kept the lights on, I kept the vanity
Found a paper I could write on for my sanity
Selling me dreams, imagination said I really believe
My bro amazin said they really believe, in me
Counter productive cause I'm battling self esteem
I'm getting to it see My cousin lawn mowing, got a text that said keep
I just did a show and had a mean showing been stoic, 
Problem Purpose of my means slowing down
I been problematic since a teen growing now
Waving off discussions bout my hair growing out, fluffy clouds
Finally say what I mean to pronounce
Soundcloud and my YouTube
Ig Pop Pop, like and share because it's crucial
I'm on DSPs S/O TC, Zer0 and Solo
Never on my dolo til now
Never yelling YOLO out loud

Hook
Wave your hands like this somebody, might miss somebody, might hit somebody I know
Fuck around and get lit somebody, might diss somebody, might piss somebody right off
Hands like this somebody, get lit somebody, make hits somebody right on
I been living on a dream I bet my life on
I done gambled on a goal, the light might shine off(x2) 

Verse 2
2 verses rarely ever but I YOLO anyway
Anywhere I go I pack my bags cause not welcome here stay
But my pop got open arms, even though mine tend to stray, couplet, complex, comprise Tuchel, 2 shells, tonight, today touché
But I'm solo dolo nigga no one want me anyway
Nuisance in my nuance almost didn't graduate
Not for pity or be petty, to be privy or empty
Perry didn't say a word and...

So I close off and I make songs to acknowledge me
And dose off while playing chords cause I barely sleep
These mix ups, I mix songs so, I rarely speak
All this for you not to, acknowledge me
So close off and make more cause I hope you see
But my masters not your masters to you... Well not degree
While I'm Less Than and I ain't worth shit, canonically
What I ain't worth not day worth to, acknowledge me

All I ever wanted was you stay right here
I could be the greatest and I won't compare
Spend all of my days in solitude, hours fall like dominoes, grab my keyboard and unfold my Chair
I could speak the truth and it'd still mean but air
I could be the greatest and you would not care
This is not the destiny I want but the destiny I chose and it chose me back it's oh so fair

Hook
Wave your hands like this somebody, might miss somebody, might hit somebody I know
Fuck around and might hit somebody, might diss somebody, might piss somebody right off
Hands like this somebody, get lit somebody, make hits somebody right on
I been living on a dream I bet my life on
I done gambled on a goal, the light might shine off(x2) 

Yolo/Somebody From 59th.

extraterrestrial ( prod. lowlifeallen )

A vibey chilled-out song to start your day off right.♥️

HAVE A GOOD DAY! (prod. by blecbunny).mp3

FALLING++

Produced by Dum'Face
Vocals by Astroid & Soul Rich
Mixed by Soul Rich
Mastered By Dum'Face
written by Astroid and Soul Rich 


I Need To Pull My Socks Up

Prai$es & $orrows. [prod J-Fuego]

money trees

THROUGH THE SUN.  (ft Lee Uzumxkii)

There comes a time when everything undresses in front of you, internally and externally. You begin to learn truths about yourself, the paradigms that form your sense of self and the paradigms that form the world around you in the same breath. In your memories, You begin to see the child who wore the mask you cannot take off. 

You begin to realise that your tears pour into a streaming river that will not stop to accept them but rather they greet the moving currents of the flow. You begin to experience confrontational moments that either fuel or simmer your bitterness. You find no immediate catharsis for your pain and they tell you “the resolve you’re looking for is the passage of time.” 

We lose ourselves to particular moments and people that our minds manipulate time, We simulate eternity. But time waits at the door and as the force that walked you in it’ll also be the force to walk you out. It however doesn’t find joy in seeing you suffer but promises to soothe you before it gives you back to the cosmos. I think that’s why accidental deaths are “untimely” because we acknowledge that time is not abrupt or cruel but flows harmoniously like a river. 

We cry, we cry, we cry and cry but our eyes aren’t waterfalls and our tears aren’t rivers of their own. The light eventually illuminates us well enough to dry our tears. The sun shines on us again. As soon as we accept all forms of pain and experience as cogs in a celestial machine, We learn that even the worst of faults will reach resolve and order will find its way back. We will grow, we will suffer, we will weep, we will be ecstatic, euphoric, we will grieve, we will be zealous and we will stumble and fall, and ultimately as the waters calm themselves and as we age… It ends with a soothing song, a calmness that puts us to rest and reassures us that we will be fine. 

(Sample from The Midnight Gospel on Netflix, check it out.)

We’ll be fine(ft. GQAMI)

Blank Jones - Broken

Just experimental Symphonys. 
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I Need To Pull My Socks Up

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