For You...

PALE GROOM/PLANT YOUR FLOWERS... (Mix v.1) SNIPPET

Emily

The Front Door. Thank u for visiting this world.

💜🧡🌘

Inseparable Companions

Pale Groom/Plant Your Flowers...

Harlequin

Portrait

SW Carti: https://soundcloud.com/swcarti?utm_campaign=social_sharing&utm_source=mobi

LYRICS:

How fucking
Smart you are
Cracked the code
Say they divide us
But divide all the same
Won't look past the surface
Sensitive, narcissistic 
Leave them to be slaughtered 
And you will be next
Only speak up when you are the target
Go viral with your bullshit to prove that you have real problems
Help, and we can solve them
Or keep flying that flag and swearing we all know freedom
You're not in my skin
I'm not even in his
But this will kill us all, hey!
You're not making sense, not 
at all
Things outside yourself we need to fix
But trust me, we all know
You don't give a shit
Communities hurting
We're not in chains but we die in their shadows
A body in the yard, the friends they are losing
If they're just playing victim
What exactly do you think you're doing?
Watch.
Hate.
Live.
(So brave and honest)
Watch.
Hate.
Live.
(Someone finally said it)
Rich talking head on the screen to say what you're all scared to
Watch.
Hate.
Live.

Squidfall (PROD. SW Carti and Tristen Lee)

Interrupted motion, you're getting closer still
Feigning lost emotion, but crying on the phone
I wish that I could help you, but peace will come with time
Break with me in moonlight, 'cause time is standing still 

You don't really talk about your boyfriend anymore
And you don't really breathe the same, a dead friend's gotta fear the worst
Romanticize the purest dark, while you mix into muted tones
Know it's okay to feel this way, I'll be waiting by the phone 

Conflicting emotions, you're getting closer still
Too busy to come over, but moaning on the phone
Big eyes see right through me, I've gotta choose right now
Exactly who I want to be for you before you're gone
My will is getting weaker
But noone loves a love like me when loving for my ego
I'm glad you're feeling better
'Cause I don't want to hurt my friends by tryna force the wounds closed 

You don't really talk about your boyfriend anymore
We said we were only friends, now lines are being crossed
I found a light out by the farmstead, it wanes what's grown to die
The aperture, your photographs
It's open, encloses time 

Sometimes we would just stare at the moon
Lying on the sidewalk next to each other 
Friends
And she would talk about how big the moon was some nights
And I liked to point out that it looked like a big hole in the sky sometimes 
Said she wished it would swallow us all up
And of course all I could focus on was her, the depth and the glimmer in those big eyes
"I'm with you, so that's just fine"
Fuckin' stupid
But at the time it was right
Time 

I Had a Spider Fight

P.S. Before I Shutdown

My first track! A messy, sometimes noisy and somewhat experimental Hip-Hop song that breezes by and carries a lot of weird energy.

LYRICS:

Hook:

Say they gon move on me                                                                     
They still like statues, though                                                                               
I beat a nigga up, like I’m a Battletoad

Verse 1:

Where the white women at?                                                               
Like it’s Blazing Saddles, black sheriff                                                         
Pull up to your rally, make you pay the collateral                                            Niggas is babies like they need the rattle, and get snake bit                                                        No need to go get the metal with poison                                                                                          I’m wasting time if the block is hot                                                
You gotta keep bangers on strangers you already shot                                     Between the eyes if you wanna make it past 30,                                       
Or Logan run for your life                                                                     
Got it? Best get it                                                                                   
Get it, but not for what you got                                                            
First to hit shots the first to get got                                                                
Know I got it to get it, to spit acidic                                                            
But sometimes would rather keep it basic with bitters just to embrace it                  Like Airplane, drinking problem, coming down too fast                                        See what I mean when gut shots put you on your ass                                                                   Cop a Rolex, God complex setting in too fast                                                             Square up, nigga, Zack Fox, throw a chair at your ass                        

Hook:

Say they gon move on me                                                          
They still like statues, though                                                           
I beat a nigga up, like I’m a Battletoad                                                                 
 …                                                                                
Say they gon move on me                                                                
They still like statues, though

Verse 2:

Get it, but not for what you got                                                        
I’m wildin’                                                                       
You throwing shade I never caught, it’s shit I forgot                                                         No light, blacked out like the nightmares of alt-right                                                          Get it, my nigga, but not for what you got                                                       
But fuck what you got                                                        
No need to shoot, still get niggas right                                                         
Flip shit like Bruce, with the vision like Spike                                                                    

Hook:

Say they gon move on me                                                                   
They still like statues, though                                                          
I beat a nigga up, like I’m a-                                                                 
Say they gon move on me                                                               
They still like statues, though

Tristen Lee

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