This is the Fifth album by Vince Stephen, V is an unconventional conceptual album. Introspective mood with 808s.

jally tamby

cobra zebra

blood white eyes on the rocks

midnight in the sun

neon gas dreams

planet v

bird vibes

Yo I told ya
Potentially pop like
Culture
Body drop I'm vulture
Melanin I'm heat exposure 
Laugh about the past 
Or we eat the cobras
I can't believe I'm even mad and
I'm Cali sober
Hollywood back alley sober
 know I can coast through my emotional
What am I suppose to do
I know that you think that I'm lying
I swear I told the truth
I can't help my anxiety
Autonomous nervous system shit
Chill as fuck or I try to be
I guess right now this as good as it gets
 You can see what we show you we do in the dark just don't look in the shadows

Back in the day we would just turn the channel now it's traumatic we're rattled

Shrooms in the vac 
2 seater no room in the back
Use to not bring my heater
I try to relax 
It's a good day and now it days I get excited for that
I had enough of my dreams
I wake up I wanna scream
I don't know what it all means
How does this benefit me

I have a problem complying
I have a problem with dying
I have a problem with tyrants
Different the intent is violence

Yeah I own it under what condition
If you think I got it, it was never missing
Every lesson I learn since I lived in Michigan
Living like I don't let the fucking mission end

Don't be afraid of place markers for common trade
Be afraid if the market don't wanna play
Money stop in it's tracks like seeing change
Open trading day
We competing for the best 🪦 grave in cemetery

shadow valves

Dude over there he be doing the most
Tell you he take you on trips to the coast
I take you on trip around your inner most
Genuine consciousness 
You'll be apart of this
I don't know how they seen us through the tint
Put on a show like 100 percent
Beautiful body shing in the night
Must of been like a horizon event

Ayo she getting to me
I love the way that she better than me okay
Meet her that Sunday morning
We still together the end of the week okay
Joking them boys got beef
She ran in the room and she grab that heat okay
yo You know how it go
If you dont fuck wit her you ain't fuckin wit me okay

They don't want us colliding
No y'all don't love me
They say she's crazy
But that's what I want to

She told me she needed time to her self
I didn't want to her that shit like
What the fuck is this grave that I'm
 digging myself I don't wanna be near that shit ay

Why can't we go back to laying around
I roll the weed up and you baking brownie
She really considered say she down
Treat the bedroom like a night on the town

Wanna see that ocean
Skin tight fucking clothes on like okay
Back massage with lotion
Fuck and microdosing night okay

colliding

Anybody wanna go have on blunt
Half on a fifth
The boy gotta plug
What you want

Walking the strip its on Venice
Cup like like icea tea its liquor
Summer imma be here for a minute
Bikini pastel making a cameo and kill it
Mitsubishi drink like fishes candy flipping
Blasphemous my new religion

But I beg forgiveness
Crop your pictures so they don't see me it
So they don't see the type of scene I'm living
Parents through all my keepsakes into the river
Apparently I don't need to remember
Imma go straight to Mars
Gotta passport🖤wanna
But it cost a lot of money ay yo

Drink in the bars
Titties at the club
Prolly fuck around and 
Throw ahunna ay yo

I don't throw money like thatx2

If she lucky imma take one of them back
If she lucky imma take one of them down
 
Money is what I'm running to now
Not how I live but I wanna way out
It ain't the demons I'm worry about
Everybody dead in the mf house
LA underwater and still in a drought
Sorry bout tester I still have my doubt
Bachelor credits before I dropped out
They might be haunted
Full of the demons
All of the suffering
Foolish the reasons
So leave every body uneasy
Bury me you still hear my
Heart beating six feet deep in z,,,,
Yo I'm scary
I need an adversary to carry on check the mortuary 
Trying to get her high as the sun
Call my apothecary 
Liv by the gun you die by the gun
But that's another story
Beat is dead and ain't coming back 
I gotta plot to bury

VINCE STEPHEN