I really need it (uh), I really mean it, (uh)
I know you don't mean it (uh)
Just can't really see it.
I can't show you (uh), I can just repeat it (uh),
I really need it…

Like your lungs need air,
Like your young need care,
Like truth need to dare
Else it all might just disappear,

This shit unbelievable,
If I can speak it, then you hearing what it IS NOT
Think Buddhist speaking of the unspeakable.
The moment I name it, you lost it—
But what if I could show you what words can't?
Something like...

[Just breathe, a few deep inhale exhales]

See? That right there—
Can't put that in a verse,
Can't bottle that and sell it,
Can't write it down and rehearse.

Sometimes it's better not to speak,
Better not to seek it—
The moment you conceive it,
Already lost it, off the scent,
Never had it, been hallucinating
What you swore you really needed.

Like the plants need water,
Like harder need softer,
Everything just feel the same
When ain't no space between 
The ask and the offer.
Ain’t everything just a frequency?
We reading vibrations, gyrations, dimensional rifts, symphonies, 
harmonies, with a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of motion we call air, 
making sound somehow appear.

Hard to say it, 
like language barrier can't quite cross over
To the space where living sound more like:

[Powerful non lyrical vocal and hums]

Leave me speechless...
Leave US speechless...
This what we been reaching for—
Not the words ABOUT it,
But the thing itself, the source,
The reason music existed 
Before anyone kept score.

You feel that?
That right there—
That's what I been trying to say
This whole time.
Not the pointing finger,
But the moon it's pointing at,
Not the menu,
But the meal,
Not the theory,
But what's real.

Something like:

Callback

Golden Season

“Twin Got Dat Shii Fa Da Low,I’m gettin high every chance I roll,shii I’m gettin flyer den him when im puttin it on shii double G on my robe,she got tired of him hadda tell ha kome home put dis GLE Ona Road,Michale Jackson luh baby I’m turnin ya on Ya B . A . D, I’m kold

Ride along (prod. neonmaid + j’adore)

astronaut on planet mars.

dude. your way boring.

4 in the morning

drop you off with children of the corn.

WEENER-KRACK

Lean Back Beat By didardollars

Sheesh + (ft. TK9)

Red Lac (prod. nerfjayy! x ssjlamar)

Welcome to Baltimore

SFL Henny - Pretty Little Liars *TURBO* [ALL GAS RADIO + HOODTOURIST EXCLUSIVE]

I said hate 45 times in this track

yeah man im pissed off i hate this fuckin place
hate every damn word  you put in my face
hate every fake smile hate the  ratrace 
wanna burn the world wanna go to space   

im fed up pissed off done with the chat
hate that tone hate that fakeass laugh
hate slow days hate the whole damn path 
if rage was a god id bow to my wrath

hate the air
rip that chain
see my glare
break my brain
leave it there
mud'n my vain
dont play fair
drown that pain
oops cracked the wall
this night might fuckin fall
hey i found a bottle
oops i took it all 


hate every day hate the ground that i stand
hate every look from a dead weak man
hate when they act like they got big plans 
i crush that thought with a hate filled hand

i hate this hate that hate all that mess
hate every vibe that dont pass my test
hate every move when it pull on my chest 
hate everything i said it with stress

hate this hate that hate all that noise
hate fake talk from the weak lil boys
hate that world full of dead mans joys 
im fed up man im done with all the noise

im fed up pissed off done with the chat
hate that tone hate that fakeass laugh
hate slow days hate the whole damn path 
if rage was a god id bow to my wrath



shut it down
kill that chill
punch the ground
wont sit still
hate that sound
born to kill
fuck around 
pop a pill
oops crashed her car
didn't have to walk far 
hey who called the cops
they can suck my cock


hate this hate that hate all of it
hate every face with the fakeass grit
hate the sound of a whole world split 
i hate everything yeah every bit

hate this hate that hate all that junk
hate the breath from a weakass punk
hate the vibe when the whole place sunk 
im done with the world and its weak as fuck

im fed up pissed off done with the chat
hate that tone hate that fakeass laugh
hate slow days hate the whole damn path 
if rage was a god id bow to my wrath

Hate

neverendingdrugs (prod me)

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WEENER-KRACK

Lux Coven