Sinner

Lyrics/Vocals By: Andreas
Produced By: Young Andrew

LYRICS:

I wasn't mad (mad)
I was living (yeah)
In the past (back)
That's a given (slick)
Didn't last (no)
There was difference (difference)
Different paths (walk)
Independence (simpin')
Met your match (match)
In the winter (December)
And you're still tryna move on (look)
But you came back (wack!)
For the embers (ember)
Gotta ask (ask)
Do you miss her? (miss her)
Gotta ask
In the paint
Let it dry before you let it rain
Through a deeper perspective of pain
I don't wanna be someone I ain't!
With a cape
And a cane
I've been walking this road with no names
The roads that nobody ain't bother to pave
Abandoned townhouses and lots in their graves
Going in spirals (ooh)
On the tile (ooh)
When you dance you're American idol (ooh, ooh)
Held a title (ooh)
To a lighter (ooh)
Lookin' dead when I'm reading the vitals (ooh, ooh)
Hold recital (ooh)
Suicidal (ooh)
The colors ain't new (ooh, yeah, ooh)
And they're draining the silo (yeah)
Feeling idle (ooh)
Miss you highly (ooh, yeah)
Nothing said sent you high as where I go (ooh, ooh)
We have been trapped in the loop of the cycle (yeah)
Thinking too much on the verge of survival (yeah)
Yeah, you've been had, all I've had is denial (yeah)
A bullet in hand with my left on the rifle (yeah)
If something ain't right, why'd you make me your rival? (yeah!)
I'm telling the truth with my hand on The Bible (yeah!)
I'm pushing the pen, wanna leave on a high note (yeah!)
If this is the end, I don't wanna be spiteful (yeah!)

Just round up your friends and get a lil higher (yeah, yeah)
Forget all the times that you fucked the night up (yeah, yeah)
Just round up your friends and get a lil higher (yeah, yeah)
Forget all the times that you fucked the night up (yeah)

Incessant Living - Single

Incessant Living

Lyrics/Vocals By: Andreas & YB Azmir
Produced By: Young Andrew
Recorded at S Is for Studio, Conyers, Georgia

LYRICS:

Sum'n so enigmatic
Starin' at T.V. static
With the codes and the keys I'm crackin'
What kinda good am I doin' them rappin'?
Run up my numbers and status
Talk about some who ain't have it
Or talk about girls with daddies
Daddy problems
Some of them layered with sadness

Made up my mind in past tense
But new days bringin' new baggage
Bein' more true than Sav is
A savage
I'm tired of this washed-out acting
This world really turned out ratchet
It's true what they say about madness
You're goin' in circles
You can't be happy
Tying your hands to the back of your mind
But you feel so goddamn tragic
chorus
Made up my mind in past tense
Meaning I changed my previous drafting
Roll up some cake in the pape'
And I'm on Cloud-9
I'm a well-known wrapper
You ain't gonna change 'til you out your vices
And pick up a selfless action
Thinkin', "Where is my mind?"
I yell, "Where is their mind?"
To the choir and the preaching pastor
verse
I don't care, you don't care no more
Did my job, so it's not my fault
Fuck a Benz, give me sum'n to smoke
I don't care if it burns my throat
I don't care, I'd rather feel that pain
I know the facts, you don't feel the same
Numb my feels 'til I have no brain
Take the keys, you can have my lane
Yeah

I'm so sick of driving
Rather be a pilot
Smoke one in the clouds
Finally hear the silence
But I don't have no guidance
Still not comin' down
I'm so sick of driving
Rather be a pilot
Smoke one in the clouds
Finally hear the silence
But I don't have no guidance
Still not comin' down
verse
Tell me that you need me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me something new
Baby, how you feelin'?
I'm just in my feelings
Used to being used
Trust me, love is thrilling
Even if I'm fearless
I can't play it cool
Aye

Made up my mind in past tense
Meaning I changed my previous drafting
Roll up some cake in the pape'
And I'm on Cloud-9
I'm a well-known wrapper
You ain't gonna change 'til you out your vices
And pick up a selfless action
Thinkin', "Where is my mind?"
I yell, "Where is their mind?"
To the choir and the preaching pastor

Writer(s): Andrew Robert Raybourn Payne, Jeremy Smith, Andreas, YB Azmir

Tennessee

Tennessee (ft. YB Azmir)

Dumb Thot Prod. ATR

2020 FREESTYLE | made on phone (prod. by play dead)

Lyrics/Vocals By: Andreas
Produced By: Young Andrew

Recorded at S Is for Studio, Conyers, Georgia

LYRICS:

I've been trying hard to find a piece of mind
Not trying hard enough is what I seem to find
I don't know if I'mma really be alright
I guess soon or later I'mma seize the fight
The good fight
I've been running from the time I wonder why
I'm afraid to look some people in the eyes
I'm a walking armageddon I despise
I'm asleep when all my nightmares come to life
No, I really mean it
Think I wanna be alone all my life like planet Venus
I wanna be condoned for the bullshit that I be with
I'm tryna understand mysеlf a little in my region
I hope you undеrstand that it's not a party
I don't need no pity I just wanna say sorry
I don't like the city but I know you're the biggest part of it
This place is kind of pretty when you know you getting to start again

Beginning out the pain is numbing
The sun was out I couldn't feel that thing for nothing
My jacket under all your coats ain't worth the cover
But I don't mind I'd rather have you over me not suffer
Your words expel a gust up in the wind of winter summer
That cold it bites my skin exposed to that big sky we're under
I'm tryna paint a picture but I don't know how
I wonder "What in the world do beings watching over think and wonder?"
That thought is loud as thunder
The packed out buildings will disintegrate and smoke will hover
The black inside my brain will dissipates in darker colors
The green inside my heart will mitigate and turn to umber
Still they look at my mind
Just like a dinner plate, I'm in the oven
"Some things don't change"
I say out loud as I try not to stutter
On the bitterly cold that we
Had stood together and confronted
"Some things will change I know"
I iterate off this snowy tundra
This world has better views than here
But I just feel reluctant to leave

What's next for me?

Sinner

YB AzmiR

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