Prod. >>THIS GUY<<

Lyrics:

An oz of dabs,
An oz of weed,
An oz of any,
Thing you need.
An oz of purple,
Oz of green,
Oz of every,
Thing between.
X2

At night I dream,
Of getting high or feeling low,
So I live my dreams,
In the daylight.

Now the more I see,
The less I know.
But I've been clean,
Since I left home.

But that's not me,
I never felt quite right.
And now I'm searching for my throne.

An oz of dabs,
An oz of weed,
An oz of any,
Thing you need.
An oz of purple,
Oz of green,
Oz of every,
Thing between.
X2

For a few seconds,
I was feeling low,
And you know I can't,
Guess how the day will go.

So I pack a bowl,
Hit the liquor store.
Grab a bottle of jose,
Then I'm out the door.

But this rhymes a bore,
I need something fresh,
I studied the lore,
And I raided the nest.

An owl was born,
But now put to death,
This fraternity
Will die like the rest

An oz of dabs,
An oz of weed,
An oz of any,
Thing you need.
An oz of purple,
Oz of green,
Oz of every,
Thing between.
X2

Drop the dank
Spray some flames
On the BANGer,
I'm like dang.
X2

Act a fool off,
the rhodochrosite,
Finna make her drool,
How I fuck her in the moonlight.

Act a fool off,
The boro and quartz,
I'll take two,
Or maybe I'll take four.

An oz of dabs,
An oz of weed,
An oz of any,
Thing you need.
An oz of purple,
Oz of green,
Oz of every,
Thing between.
X2



Song summary:

  I only remember my dreams if they're nightmares or contained some level of lucidity. When I gain lucidity in my dreams I have the throught, "this feels like a dream" then usually that thought is immediately followed by "holy shit, I must've gotten hella high!" I try to make my life better and disassociate from those bad thoughts/dreams but they continue to get worse. I talk ab how I've been relying on drugs less as a coping mechanism and then retort my own statement w rhetoric of "fukkit bruh!"

  Verse two starts w me saying I felt low but decided to get high to deter that. I'm troubled by this loop and call myself out for doing such. Then begin mentioning occultic rabbit-holes I've found intriguing; things that have helped me disassociate in the past.

  Final verse mentions the crystal 'rhodochrosite'. I mention this bc it is symbolically correlated w passion; something I have much trouble controlling. The rest of it is jus me talking ab fuckin and smokin.. but, then again the whole song is ab smoking.

  This is jus my interpretation of the soundwaves I emit.
  
  I speak for the trees.

FOOL [4<] [prod viisteorra]

i didnt want to cut james out of the thumbnail but alas here we are

i may post the other songs from the birdhouse video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZCxg_iyZUc

Acid Girl - Phoneboy (Birdhouse Session)

1 To shine

Hurt you (prod.vonny!)

American Psycho

Dig Up Her Bones

Dig Up Her Bones (Misfits cover)

Poem of Ecstasy

1. The acid king was a curious man
He travelled about with hash in hand
Sold that hash here and there
Bought acid for his personal care.

On one occasion he sold hash
To a US sailor just for cash
On another he sold to souls
House of the dead was their abode.

Their deathlike silence
The lack of song
Told him something
Was very wrong.

Their deathlike silence
The lack of song
Told him something
Was very wrong.

2. Another day a couple he saw
At a party with many more
On their way to appear in court
Dealing was a kind of sport.

A party of speed freaks in the street
Shaking and twitching from head to feet
Their nerves shredded, tried not to stare
They definitely were not all there.

One day he walked into town
The business end, like a clown
A long-haired hobo on a break
Going quietly on his way.

One day he walked into town
The business end, looking like a clown
A long-haired hobo on a break
Going quietly on his way.

3. On an acid buying rodeo
He visited a yogi in a tree filled grove
White clad gent who fine appeared 
With a plastic bag that seemed quite real.

The acid was in fact poorly made
He sold it somewhere far away
To a bunch of young musos
He did not hang around for the show.

As he waited for the train with friends
Police arrived, took them all in
A pile of cash and an acid tab
He pled insanity but missed the cab.

As he waited for the train
Police arrived, took them away
A pile of cash and an acid tab
He pled insanity but missed the cab.

The acid king was a curious man
He travelled about with hash in hand
Sold that hash here and there
Bought acid for his personal care.

As he waited for the train with friends
Police arrived, took them all in
A pile of cash and an acid tab
He pled insanity but missed the cab.

Acid king r2a

past regrets. (ft. Shawty)

Lyrics:
You show I'm not enough
But what is enough for your love
You say I'm the only one
But your actions say the truth is not

Ooh (3x)

What do I do when there's nothing left
What do I do if you leave me broken
What do I do if you say you're done
What do I do if you tore me to pieces

What do I do
What do I do
Ooh Oh Oh(2x)
MmmMmMm

What do I do when there's nothing left
What do I do if you leave me broken
What do I do if you say you're done
What do I do if you tore me to pieces (2x)

Pieces (prod. IOF)

this is a song my psychologist sugested me to do.
thanks to gonçalo tomás dos santos for cover art

HOPEFULLY...THE LAST GOODBYE

Freeze

Welcome to the swamp🐸

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VIISTEORRA

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