Bruhhhhhyh hit after hit I swear 🔥🔥

Ive taken like 6 bong rips about to crush this chipotle

I’m hopelessly lost 
But I don’t want your light 
I’ll carry you home 
So you can close your eyes 

I’ve learned from the drunks 
To never take advice
I’d rather be alone 
Than conform to your vice 


I don’t need you back 
You treat me like trash 
And I don’t want your advice 

I miss the way you would love me fully
Told me that you want nothing from me 
And I hate the way you would hold me then scold me 
Trying to keep me under your grip 

Let me go 
Now Lose me 
But Hold on tight 

Let me go 
Now Lose me 
But Hold on tight 

Let me go 
Now Lose me 
But Hold on tight 

Let me go 
Now Lose me 
But Hold on tight 

I’m hopelessly lost 
But I don’t want your light 
I’ll carry you home 
So you can close your eyes 

I’ve learned from the drunks 
To never take advice
I’d rather be alone 
Than conform to your vice

I'd Rather Be Alone

SPIDER ON THE ANGEL WING(prod.ynsicher)

INVADER ZIM - AKUMABOI

Lately I’m fightin with time
Got my hands on the clock for a fine
I got too much inside of my mind

Took a trip out the city to Philly my family fuck with me they know that I’m on
I got this off of the top like a wheelie, I slide up the block and I’m gone

Somebody watching they feel me, I know it I feel it inside of my feelings
Got star in the energy, spirit, grown out the ground I got genuine merit

Money on me gotta fear it
God on my side I got fight imma steer it

Looking inside of my mind in a mirror,
Is this what you want if you dying right here

Like-

Fuck what cha thought I’m on everything
Out the ground I got lemons on lemonade
Run a route Irish spring on a evergreen
By the water this view on a century
Got a hunnid on me like a centipede
Breaking bad I’m in love with the chemistry,
I got chicken in season like sesame

They pay to see me in flow state
OB a jedi im kenobi
On the screen I get high like im yoshi
2 tone OB all white look like im mochi

At the venue I jump like im Kobe
Say my name when I walk out they know me
Eye on the ball like a goalie,
I got her opening up like chipotle


Lyrical, watch how I levitate
Buss down inside of the air like a heavyweight

I’m deep in the gym I hit every weight
I’m hittin that bitch up like every day
I’m deep in that body I demonstrate
How to fly how to float like a featherweight

I’m so fly I’m on ace when I decorate
I’m on time what I kill when I medicate
Make your head hit a bop when it demonstrate,
808 with the drop make ya meditate 

Donnie yen with that chop on the Escalade
Stick on the side call up Caine and he excavate

I go sanji I kick it and ventilate
Got an L in my lip I go elevate
In the sky on Nuevo like yesterday
Drop the top let it fly let it seperate

Box out the box like an anime
Box out the box like an anime
Whip out the lot and I animate, I’m out the scene with the drop on a marinate

She comin over to serenade, I got the sauce let her lick it like marinade
Im in her ear like a hearing aid, tell her what I wanna hear when I hear the name

Too much (psshew)
Too much dirty I’m talking
Like yachty I’m flossing and walking
Put a split on your time like a coffin
I was rappin when freshman were golfing
Walking by like goodbye why we talkin
I don’t vibe with yall vibe I’m precautious
Dollar sign on my mind in my office

Like-

Fuck what cha thought I’m on everything
Out the ground I got lemons on lemonade
Run a route Irish spring on a evergreen
By the water this view on a century
Got a hunnid on me like a centipede
Breaking bad I’m in love with the chemistry,
I got chicken in season like sesame

They pay to see me in flow state
OB a jedi im kenobi
On the screen I get high like im yoshi
2 tone OB all white look like im mochi

At the venue I jump like im Kobe
Say my name when I walk out they know me
Eye on the ball like a goalie,
I got her opening up like chipotle

Product of Minneapolis, Minnesota
12-29-23

Chipotle

smokin' a spliff in this bitch and i'm thinking that i'm an immortal (cough cough)
robin this bitch and the way that i leave is making u think i use portals
way that i'm spittin' is makin em think that i'm just sayin Yanny or Laurel
gimme da cash another advancement taking yo bitch like its normal

smokin' a spliff in this bitch and i'm thinking that i'm an immortal (cough cough)
robin this bitch and the way that i leave is making u think i use portals
way that i'm spittin' is makin em think that i'm just sayin Yanny or Laurel
gimme da cash another advancement taking yo bitch like its normal

you a suicide we don't needa handle chumps 
bitch i'm do or die i don't give a flying fuck 
like a butterfly we gone break it on the ice
like i'm trunks uh... imma cut u out the sky

let it breath out, we gone skeet out
all my niggas take a watch but we a t'ed-out
u got ur beamer out and we just got our beams out
AR 15 on my side cuz u know we G'ed out 

cuttin' up in traffic 
feel like y2k or Marlow Traffic
fuck around and bought a patek
hopefully u don't catch static 
messin' wit the choppa now im floatin' wit an automatic
hopefully u don't catch static 
hopefully u don't catch static 

smokin a spliff in this bitch and im thinking that im an immortal (cough cough)
robin this bitch and the way that i leave is making u think i use portals
way that im spittin is makin em think that im just sayin yanny or laurel
gimme da cash another advancement taking yo bitch like its normal

smokin a spliff in this bitch and im thinking that im an immortal (cough cough)
robin this bitch and the way that i leave is making u think i use portals
way that im spittin is makin em think that im just sayin yanny or laurel
gimme da cash another advancement taking yo bitch like its normal

Yanny and Laurel

Yanny And Laurel ft. ilystixh, ImCalxb [Prod. Optics Beats]

icantbenofxkingbum (Prod. Zivio)

Just vibing, living life, trynna get a bag in RT✨ #inrealtime

iN REAL TiME!

“May 25th, 1996” is the day we lost one of the most underrated poets we've seen, this is a tribute to Bradley Nowell of Sublime. This track immortalizes the chapter he provided with his life, his voice and the sound that never stopped echoing through the static.  

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May 25th, 1996 (A Bradley Nowell of Sublime Tribute)

Verse 1 – Rich Country Rebellion
Kids in rich zones, born into chrome, But they see the grind — they feel the drone. Parents clock in, clock out, no spark, Dead-eyed dinners, joy gone dark.

They see the stress, the pills, the debt, They see the love, but it’s drowned in sweat. They ask, “Is this life? Is this the prize?” Then pour the drink, roll the lies.

They rebel not for thrill, but to escape the trap, Where dreams get traded for a corporate nap. They see their folks as slaves in suits, So they chase the buzz in pills and flutes.

Verse 2 – Broken Homes, Broken Hope
Then there’s the kids whose parents fell, Not from sin, but from the system’s hell. Too much pressure, too little rope, Now it’s crime, collapse, and dope.

Mum’s on meds, dad’s on the street, Family fractured, no food to eat. They see the grind as a death parade, Where love gets lost and hope decays.

They don’t rebel — they survive the wreck, They learn to hustle, dodge the check. They see the buzz as a ghost in smoke, And wear the trauma like a heavy cloak.

Verse 3 – Global Child Slavery
Now zoom out — kids in the global south, No Netflix, no therapy mouth. Twelve-hour shifts, landfill dives, Begging for cans just to stay alive.

No rebellion — just survival mode, Born into chains, never owed. They don’t ask “why” — they ask “how long?” Till the hunger fades or the body’s gone.

Cradle to grave, no soft escape, Just sweat and dust and twisted fate. Makes rich-kid buzzkill look like play, While they bleed for pennies every day.

🎤 Part II – The Nazified Trance
Verse 4 – The Trance of Power
This ain’t chaos — it’s design. A species trapped in a profit shrine. Culture didn’t evolve — it calcified, Now we worship brands while the planet cries.

TNCs roam like kings in suits, Dodging tax, extracting roots. They don’t wear swastikas — they wear smiles, But their strategies echo fascist files.

Verse 5 – Puppet Governments, Programmed Minds
Governments nod, pretend to care, But they’re puppets dancing in corporate air. They know the truth, but play the part, While the system tears the world apart.

And we — the species — we play along, Trained to obey, to not ask “wrong.” We call it freedom, call it fate, But it’s just a cage with a golden gate.

Verse 6 – The Species Verdict
We’re intelligent, but we don’t act wise, We build machines while the spirit dies. Our cultures lag, our systems stall, We chase the buzz, but forget the call.

The children see it — they feel the void, They know the game is paranoid. They want a world that makes some sense, Not one that trades their soul for rent.

Children of the Grind

I am sorry i haven't posted in a long time, i am gonna be honest with you, i thought i could be a better person, and i thought i could make a change in the world. I love all of you and this music is the only reason i ever stayed. I thought i could change people around me and i thought i could be stronger but i cant. I failed at everything ive done for people.  Thank you for being there at my side.
EDIT: I WAS SAD, POINT OF THE SONG IS TO GET MONEY AND FUCKING BITCHES IM BALLIN LIKE BOJACK

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OB

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