Blindside this is how we cry on the bright side life is getting alright 
No time 
Worried if I die I didn’t spend my life with the people that I like 
Crying enough for me 
Falling down to deep 
I wish I had a dream 
But it gets destroyed with ease 
I’m not falling right now 
Not now not ever again 
Put me down then I show my revenge 
I put all my feelings to this shit 
Don’t hide you don’t gotta run 
Don’t hide we’re just having fun x2 

Blindside this is how we cry on the bright side life is getting alright 
No time 
Worried if I die I didn’t spend my life with the people that I like x2

Blindside

(prod. trynacommunicate)
NOW ON ALL PLATS

-this song is wrote in perspective of human (moth) who’d rather Ignore reason for some sense of control in reality-


Lyrics -



rather pretend than know 

never gon see light 
I just pretend to live 

it’s coming to a end 
yo body’s on the edge 
You’re running out of breathe 
but I was to your left 
if we could work again 
a dream but not in bed
the city floats agin 
Yet I can’t feel my chest

rather pretend than know 

never gon see light 
I just pretend to live 

Find love in central California 
the rush brings me nostalgic ultra

MOTHS OF IGNORANCE (PROD. TRYNACOMMUNICATE)

Lose My Mind w/ SlumpWiddaPump (Prod. wibithefirst)

Hooptie w/ SlumpWiddaPump (prod. wibithefirst)

Fuck restoration out on all platforms

Wicked Feat. Rooster McCoy (prod. wibithefirst)

SiCK

SiCK (Prod. Wxsterr)

'Spose to [Prod. lil nightshift]

ALIENHEARTS

i_dont_wanna_hear_your_name

A transmission between twin realms…

Drizzy whispered something… "Say less, twin."
And the Poet heard it loud—on the edge of dreaming.
This ain't rap. This ain't poetry. This is intergalactic decoding.
1046 AM in Eden, the poet tapped his Green Lantern tattoo and opened a portal.

He didn’t lie.
He never does.
Every bar is timestamped with real-time visions.
You might not see it, but you'll feel it.
Like a whisper you didn’t know was yours until it echoed in your spine.

This freestyle is not a song, it’s a cosmic interaction.
Cyber bars under a starlit ceiling—where Lil Wayne laid the stone
And Drizzy reached from the stars like a big brother transmitting the code.
The city? New Orleans.
The being? 4601.
The style? 46 Poetstyle.

Listen closely—
This isn’t delusion.
This is the sound of the universe arriving in real time.

46 POETSTYLE

A walking cigarette.

Art by @jernlopez on Instagram

Wicked Feat. Rooster McCoy (prod. wibithefirst)

Wibi the First (@wibithefirst)

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