I was angry as hell when I wrote this , and when I released it I felt better.

MONDO

I felt broken as shit when I wrote this , but I still had fun

BROKEBOY!

A collab between me and @northstarghost that I was goaded into making a SoundCloud for in order to post this 😭😭

NORTH$TAR$0MA.m4a

west coast bop

BAD BITCH

I alone am the true honored one, 
the godless, dumb, Lager sipping street scum stoped to come jest
Just let this song be better than his rest, Chest quaking from the shaky breaths, feel distressed, the realest stress
Coping with my closest deaths, 
Hope is for the non-depressed
Slowly going narcoleptic, 
destined for a life that’s hectic
Presence of the effervescence 
Left and now she’s up in heaven
Remembrance i felt all regret then
lost all the need for my temperance 
It’s settled in, like sediment 
Unsurprising when the closest of my dopest friends 
Leaves me hopeless without notice and that funeral begin
See it open, see me choking on my phlegm
Damn, My friend passed six months ago, every time I blow some smoke,
Believe that I can see her ghost
Never knew but now I know
The effect of fallen dominos
Your regrets,
 gotta swallow those
Just get the bottles,
Drown in those
Walking down the isle,
married now you got a child 
Buried wow that shit is wild 
Scary how they say you found
Peace within her sleep
Without a peep she said goodbye
And now I weep, 
Twenty six weeks
I still can’t believe you died 
“ go get a grip my nigga “ don’t you think I’ve tried ?
Half a year, hope you can hear it I’m still crying
“ she isn’t here “ listen dear, she isn’t flying
reminding me? Of a tragedy, I’ll lie about me snapping, 
Leave, 
And now you see, how it be, 
when that shit is really happening. 
R I P , to all my niggas please rest with ease. 

 
Nowhere left for me to go, 
Somas dead , you see his ghost ?
I barely fuckin eat no joke
Maybe cos the weed I smoke 
Eyes stay glued on tv folk
Brain moves slow and monotone
All I do is smoke and drone on
Play my games and write my sad songs
Lay for days I wait to pass on 
Lame and hate my dad who moved on
Wake and bake then get my shoes on
Yall so fake please get a move on
I feel loose please get my screws on
I need Savin from my grave since 
Niggas so underground you gotta dig me from a basement 

DONT 
TALK 
TO
ME 
( DONT )
( TALK )
( TO )
( MEEEEEEEEEEE )

ombionce (rough draft)

Not much.
I'm just here to listen to music and get good vibes.
Did I mention I rap now ???

SomasDeath

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