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I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING

As Above

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BENDER

LYRICS:

i’m obliged to the grave 
i’ll be fine with a break 
with divine renegades
by my side, i will stay 
and devise & display 
crystallized interface 
watch the lies all decay 
to your cries & dismay 

but if you thought it, you should’ve just fucking said so
living in squalor, let’s medicate till my death so
given the thought of my problems gives me the stress though
abra cadabra, it disappeared like presto
put to the test, i bled red in the meadows
nevertheless, i struck a deal with the devil
and in the end, i saved more than a gecko
guess it depends on whether or not i’m blessed though
but since my friendships a semblance of something special
i’m held on a thread from coats that hold up my dress code
pressure preys, while i’m cultivating new death notes 


yeah
uh
will this shit ever be good enough ?
will i just ever be good enough? 
don’t think i’ll ever be good enough ? 
i’ve just been looking rough 
giving up until my grave 
everyday is the same 
everyday is the same 
everyday is the same (x2)

heard the truth, but it’s never to be told
in the terrace, i left my wish all alone
and it perished while benefitting no hope
on a bed of depression & several woes  

oppressed & secular skeletons 
scrape the ledge till birds elevate 
while the temperature develops 
shade with hellish grim
could tell i’m a sure shell of a man
tamper with spells & swim 
in relics that envelop all of my lack of intelligence 

yeah
uh
will this shit ever be good enough ?
will i just ever be good enough? 
don’t think i’ll ever be good enough ? 
i’ve just been looking rough 
giving up until my grave 
everyday is the same 
everyday is the same 
everyday is the same

everyday is the same

(lyrics)
draw the pseudonym with a 4
only few of them could implore
the delusions in, this sick world
i’m a student in, stupid yet genius
enemies, vow to ruin them
i’ll distribute all this shit with a stupid grin
i spit the truth while i’m zooted
zoom in on moods i drift
clue you in on while i bruise my health,
belching the rudest shit
felt the buddha’s bliss while my blues resist
shit, i popped a roxy blue like i removed a zit
pupils crystal balls
predict your fall like futurists
shine bright, i’ll make diamonds dance like fucking future did
while i pant
there’s just a small chance that i’ll ruin this
if you knew i did the shit that i denied
what a wonderful surprise
that just stunts all of my pride
got abundance of assumptions
you’ve managed to keep alive
till the day i die
if i don’t survive
lies penetrate my temple
i could regulate my temper
in december, times were gentle
my potential was dismembered
with a pen, i could press hard up on the template
rigid bars preface my bent fate
chew the truth, harsh as cement taste
while it hardens, i’m tense
stay parched, open like rent space
a good chance i’ll go far
if you give me my ten day
flows like reservoirs, you surf trends
i’ll create the next wave
my bullet points, i’m full of poise
cause of joy that i toy with
hoist potential to the sky
stars that i rejoice in


been awake too long
i might detach baby
been awake too long
i might collapse baby
baby if the days are long
the nights are stacked
baby if the days are long
the nights are stacked (x2)





dammit i’ve been rapping still
unfiltered, no cigar butts
if a hoe is flawless
ill adopt her like i’m daddy warbucks
staggered passion
appetite everlasting, bitch don’t starve us
popping addies like i work for a start up
soon as i start to fuck up the beat
still unique, i could still peak
through the keyholes, by default
i’m just still deemed a fucking creep
i don’t sleep, but i fucking dream
dreams steep, while i suffer deep
the pain seeps through the sheets
bitch, dont wanna hear a peep
count another dozen sheep
dusting off the cupboard
i muster strength through my feats
over beats like a drumstick
overseas
you’re a sunk ship
encompass my conscience circumference
i know love is surface level
but i still could use something
deep in the crevices of my brain
funny how the creases on my sneakers resembles pressure that stains
my mental state commends pleasure in ways
pressed through the days
depression commemorates the days that i waste

been awake too long
i might detach baby
been awake too long
i might collapse baby
baby if the days are long
the nights are stacked
baby if the days are long
the nights are stacked (x2)

SLEEP DEPRIVATION (prod. by netuh & zak ali)

lyrics 

just to be safe, i might revolt 
act like a child 
ironic that i called my first tape ADULT 
i was faded with the patience and a face of flaws 
feel the wave like a faucet, if it sprays you all 
i’ve debated day to day, find my way to resolve 
in the face of makers, i might relegate your squad 
watch me go sedate myself, fuck up and escape myself 
in the front of the stage, i cross grips 
i’m finna clock out, time is my bitch 
never late, i cross lines like a stitch 
like my rain coat, won’t stay home 
embrace the water like a fish 
caught up in the grim 
swim to the surface of my win 
while i go trim up a new take 
master splinter, but i’m a snail in this rat race 
how many more days could i wait? 



papas got a brand new script 
papas got a brand new script 
bitch, i’m with the shits 


don’t bite the hand that feeds you 
all my vices so deceitful 
so enticing, steep the tea 
we’ll find a way to brew the past 
know that life don’t have any sequels 
in spite of the nights that all creep through my mind 
everytime, i smash shit up like glass 
cash for questions, i’ve got a wallet fulla facts 





Just tell my mama if my heart stop 
That the stakes are still high like I bought stock 
In a state of my demise, while guitars weep 
I’ll display my whole life on the bars beat 
Recite the rhythm like a heartbeat 
End up living with grimace 
Clenching my teeth 
sharp as when sharks eat 
Fishes distant from parts deep 
I dip my feet in the shallow end 
Bend obliques like a car seat 
This art seeps a wisdom with systems 
I sit with a simple vision 
What if there isn’t a difference 
Between the paths that I choose 
Passive & rude, can’t patch what hatches 
And happens to slew 
My passion that grew like a magical fruit 
tapestry happens to gradually bruise 
i’m a casualty to galaxies that track all my moves 
without reality, my fallacies are valid yet doomed 
i’m about to be in balance but i’m bound to recluse 
i thought you already knew 


papas got a brand new script 
papas got a brand new script 
bitch i’m with the shits 


bitch i’m with the shits 
i’ve been getting sicker, i’ve been bitter 
i can’t blame it on the liquor 
no more 
i can’t even blame it on the liquor 
no more

preciousprescriptions/characterdevelopment(prod. by broke boi & 4ria)

lyrics: 

holding a grudge 
i can’t forfeit to bid you 
good luck, but life’s tough 
this mistrust will forbid you 
i’m sick of you fucks 
and i’ll never forgive you 
get stuck, it’s a rush 
the shit i did is official 
here is a fistful of signals 
bitch, wishing you well 
and words sizzle like flames 
the pains simple as hell 
shit, i still sit & dwell 
about her eyes blue crystal 
5’2 bitch who mystified my temple 
dimples hide behind her mental 
state of mind dissembled 
i dreamt of a new life 
but realized my new potential 
fed up with the gripes 
the lights had heightened 
with two red bull’s down my pipe 
i’m still resentful 
towards the nights still uneventful 
but i still write without a pencil 
to ignite something less gentle 
sensual as i bite a chunk of cud 
i’m out the mud hoe 
my mind is dirty as your love 
never could trust a hoe 
bust a nut 
& paint her face with my cum like a juggalo 
the rush implodes 
make a rude bitch croon like cudis flow 
cut it, i colored my brand new vision with another tone 
just a fucking smidgeon to glisten 
bitch you must get stoned like Dylan 
here’s a new condition 
given the brush i hold 
consist of the images 
scripted like a puppet show 
father time aligns my anxieties 
and i hit the mother load 
with prescriptions, you must’ve known 
barely sleep & it fucking shows 
you ain’t heard like a buffalo 
what i observe, it must oppose 
all the woes that i stumble fo 
all the hoes, it ain’t nothing tho 
all they know. it ain’t nothing tho 
all they know. it ain’t nothing tho 


And i’m fucked up, that’s the truth 
But baby I’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
days bruised 



letters to the runts & the crew 
tell em i never knew love like the truth 
sell em all the drugs, that they could abuse 
tell em it’s like a hug for all their blues 
days bruised 


im in a war with myself, my minds warped 
is my health so unwell? 
i’m divorced from reality 
people all stare at me 
bear to be normal 
i carry these morsels of notions that force all this tension 
i sense it, i bend it, i vent it, i’m tempted to end it 
and now i’ve got remnants of memories trenchant 
my mental extends through this penmanship 
never forget you bitch 
i do not know if i lust you or if i resent you bitch 
maybe it’s both 
while i savor the moments 
jaded, debated my framework i know it 
this game that they plays like aerobics 
just shameless, i’m phobic of days where i’m hopeless 
no choice, i’ve avoided the world 
as i grow into places, remote 
and this boredom has taken its toll like a poison 





And i’m fucked up, that’s the truth 
But baby I’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
days bruised 



letters to the runts & the crew 
tell em i never knew love like the truth 
sell em all the drugs, that they could abuse 
tell em it’s like a hug for all their blues

PLUM BRUISES (prod. by broke boi & zak ali)

lyrics

better the devil you know than the devil you don’t 
digest a vex till i fester 
i confected this prose 
susceptible to mess 
temperatures pose threats in a sector i float 
slept away days in the depths where i froze 


unusual, screw loose 
exude limitless views too 
construe lucrative codes 
all the roads lead to rome 
a late bloomer 
but once i bloom 
i’m a beautiful rose 
suitable dope for amusement 
rooted in soul 
at the peak, it’s bright like tulips 
but grows with putrid results 
pursue with gruesome aggression 
meshed with a fusion of hope 
therapeutic revolts, 
therein lies illusions i probe 
within the clues i’ve resolved 
the muse i dissolved 
within the proof i exposed 


reminiscing, you never listen, but who could’ve? 
better written a better sentiment glued to ya 
ever wished that i ever distanced the truth to ya? 
never getting, i’m always drifting 
what’s truth to ya? 

reminisce, all of my regrets i let go 
accept what i’ve unfinished 
the image was left exposed 
reminisce, i reminisce & now i drift 
when did this all go to shit, it never hit (x2) 

expectations spread infectious auras, select attempts to collect desires predestined towards a, broader picture, an awful mixture of remnants like if death was a hoarder, resort to the horror that’s in store for the pecking order, 

slept an hour, need a power nap 
then took 50 mgs of addy all right down the hatch 
klonopin to counteract 
i’ve just been a clown, i act, and bitch i binge while i react to all the fucking doubts they had 
nothing but a bounce in fact 
hoe what’s your body count? 
ain’t no counting back 
you motherfuckers lame & still manage to be all out of whack mountains to climb, rhymes race with or without a track 
so race is irrelevant, not white enough, not black, but i rap 
i write enough to chase these dreams like pussy 
here’s a mouse trap, a motion picture 
motives simmer notes to soundtracks 
in the background of my house 
i stare in the mirror while my reflection shouts back, 
"hows that"? 


reminiscing, you never listen, but who could’ve? 
better written a better sentiment glued to ya 
ever wished that i ever distanced the truth to ya? 
never getting, i’m always drifting 
what’s truth to ya? 


reminisce, all of my regrets i let go 
accept what i’ve unfinished 
the image was left exposed 
reminisce, i reminisce & now i drift 
when did this all go to shit, it never hit

in lieu of a pretty face, here's a wretched tune

this track is semi-unfinished, so i might delete it, edit it and reupload it, but we'll see...

lyrics 

my soul is beat to a pulp 
mornings proceed to be dull 
i mourn the steepness of  hope 
as i gulp down a new gallon of malice 
the monster within me 
grows broad on my bones 
i bought a new tone with my attitude 
yeah i don’t fuck with you 
but i’m not mad at you 
it’s okay, i just feel bad for you 
it’s okay, i gotta stash or two 
to keep me numb through the night 
to keep me numb through the night 
all alone, i’ll be alright 
all alone, feeling alright 
all alone, feeling alright 
bitch you need  darkness 
for there to be light 


pretty girls romanticizing their suicide
pity hurls vanity, panic by my demise 
i’ve been feeling manic
charles manson in my eyes 
granted, i gambled with disgust and little pride  

well isn’t it the grace of god 
they’re triggered by my face, so odd 
sitting in a place, ive erased my drive 
to signal any trace 
to relay a new glimpse of my rise 

rivet the position, i got em 
pivot the decision, theyre rotten 
all you little dickheads play possum
when the truth invades all the gossip 
fucking hate the way everything seems
strippers selling the pussy to pay for their dreams

bitch, do you dream ? 
bitch know what i mean 
bitch do you dream ?
this is what i mean 
bitch do you dream ?
i see through your greed 

i was in the back room with a bitch on psychedelics
compelling sights ignited my fears 
i felt overzealous 
the relics dangled above my brain 
stained in a hellish frame 
disdain developed as a result of years feeling helpless 
i belt this out 
one last time 
from the shrine, conviction aligns 
so divine 
clocks depict a submission to time 
stricken my mind 
with affliction 
i still feel conflicted 
decide what i’m missing 
fishing for lies 
i’m fit to just die 
for the fiftieth time 
feeling fidgety, 
innocent side effects of the ritalin prize 
adrenaline climbs levels 
i need some discipline to find syllables 
so i could fill in the lines 
i’m still willing to die for my pride 
under the ceilings, might dine for demise 
if only the lords willing, by design i’ll decline 
all of your feelings filling the night with sublime 
psyched out my mind 
while i siphon these rhymes 


i cannot outrun the outcome 
i’m fucked
devout to my passion
i’m bound to give up 
give it up, please just give in to the rush 
give it up, please just give in to the rush

in order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present

lyrics:



it used to feel good 
but now i feel shook 
i cook up my symptoms 
till pride arrives 
i wish that you could 
make me feel anything other than spite  
if i tried to find 

baby i feel it beside  
i divide my time 
high and dry while i reside by design, i hide  
diamonds in dirt, i preserve lies like private eyes
verse full of worth, i research lines till i can find
girth & ill serve you this earth, wind & fire 
in forms of desire fine  
time & time, perched in the island sky  
urged to get by decline  
my purpose burns through like dynamite 

never give up, i give in to several hiccups
still slipping, unsteady with an indifference 
i’m heavy, lift up my limits 
that’s metal, bitch i’m committed 
to kick it, spit it, i’m gifted 
good riddance
witty & wisdom convince them i’m never quitting 

i’m up every night 
level up with device  
the sight of amphetamines crushes all my lust 
i ignite
several things 
better things await me
i can’t trust any dyke 
remedies readily available 
i rush to invite 
bloody raps, i recite scriptures 
and clash with the light till i collapse 
in this bright picture 
i’ve had to incite triggers 
that gather new heights 
barely brash, i’m polite 
but if i have to provide switches 
i’ll gladly entice  

where did she go? 
now she’s gone, she’s not coming back 
i’ve been alone for the longest 
i’m humming that 
slumping back into abyss 
wish i could say that i miss you 
that’s wishful as shit 

it used to feel good 
but now i feel shook 
i cook up my symptoms 
till pride arrives 
i wish that you could 
make me feel anything other than spite 
if i tried to find 

where did she go? 
now she’s gone, she’s not coming back (and she’s gone)
i’ve been alone for the longest 
i’m humming that (and she’s gone)
slumping back into abyss 
wish i could say that i miss you (and she’s gone)
that’s wishful as shit 
(and she’s gone)
(and she’s gone, and she’s gone)

WHØRES DONT GET A SECOND CHANCE

ETHER/ESCAPISM

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PLUM BRUISES (prod. by broke boi & zak ali)

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