i r o n i c ♨ s a d n e s s

DEMOS

Play during quiet mornings for best results
(2016 Spring - Fall)

☀️

the music i listen to in my past time. for full effect listen to this playlist on shuffle

old playlist

01 The Art School Kids

http://bearkidsrecordings.com/releases/coma-girls

Coma Girls - "Car Alarms"

dandelion hands is dead!! vol 2 comes out Oct 30th, 2015

bdsm (being dead sounds magnificent)

Newly tailored version of Blue, EP drops 01/01/16

Blue-single

Untitled 6

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, 18 18 18 <333

ARTWORK BY MY MOM HAHA

All credit and rights goes to the people who made the video and song and shit.

Tyler  The Creator - PERFECT Featuring Kali Uchis And Austin Feinstein

12:54 am

answer

https://yourfavoriteplace.bandcamp.com/album/acoustic-demos

ditching friends for naps (Cover)

Winning Stuff In Perkins

Yamcha Demo

Its Still Hot In Here

thats not troubleshooting man

@flayvors

happy valentine's day :)

art by bennie (http://www.instagram.com/cozylile)

this is a thank you for everything
a semi-colon hovering where something once was menacing
a "soon-to-be continued" that exists after the ending screen
the only song i know that i would ever even wish to sing
when the heat is blistering, you're the ice that's glistening
inside my cup of tea, which is also you... interesting
throughout all the seasons, in this transition of winter-spring
you've been here beside me with the sweet nothings you're whispering
you're a lovable, angelic piece of perfect
and anything i do for you is worth it
times a million and a half, we can sit and be resilient and laugh
in between the subtle compliments and billlions of half-
kiss/half-hug/half-cuddle moments we share
i know it's unfair that we could only spend a few days here
but i'm yours, and i think that it's clear
so forget about goodbye, this is "see you soon, my dear"

'cause i love you and i'd like to spend forever
in the sublte warmth inside your arms, like fireplaces' embers
i will try my best to keep you by my side until the weather
turns apocalyptic, and we end up drifting to the nether
but we'd still be wearing sweaters when we got there
'cause we're both too caught up in cuteness to care 'bout hot air
and even if it burnt me alive, i'd have my crosshairs
set up on your heart, making art, 'cause why stop there?
i'll keep on creating for you until my final days
dancing in the living room and smooching while the vinyl plays
i've been losing track of the romantic shit i'm tryna say
but basically i love you and that's kinda gay...
i'ma stay by your side when i can
keep your grip on my hand
'cause we can both hear the compliments coming in from these pals of mine
i've been wondering if you would be my valentine

valentine (prod. flavors)

download <3

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









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but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

https://G59RECORDS.COM

[VERSE I: SHAWTY BURN-A-CHURCH]

grey five nine signed
rough diamonds tryna shine
christ and i
$uicide
you know i'm diving head when crucified
lucifer cried when i told him i'm choosing to die
noose and a knife
but i ain't use the knife to loosen the noose 
keep it tight
abusin the truth that's a lie
fuck boy with a ski mask think he gon rob me blind
fuck boy better think fast when he cock the nine
fuck boy better sink back in that fuckin spine
second guessin crime
7th ward where i snort a slug and cross the fucking line
yet another line inside the cup
another line you should look up
another line that shook you up
i signed the line for lucifer

[VERSE II: NORTHSIDE SHAWTY]

five nine til i'm dead
bitch i'm grey til the death
never gave a fuck bout dyin no
even when i was a jit
pop a jig
load the rig with that motherfuckin china white
fuck it if i die tonight
im gambling with my fuckin life
west bank/northside til the coffin ride
who am i?
i am god
i am basquiat
yung kurt cobain with the scarred veins
mentally derranged
hear the crows say my name?
i'm just wastin my time
i'm just wastin my breath
why can't i just die?
why can't i go next?
why we get no respect?
why i loved holding tecs?
xanax bar on my neck
i pop em
pop em til death
this ain't no motherfuckin trend
everyday feels like the end
feed me, feed me medicine
so i can't feel my sins

KILL YOURSELF Part XI: The Kingdom Come Saga

YOU'RE NOW TUNING IN TO 66.6 FM WITH DJ RAPTURE (THE HOTTEST HOUR OF THE EVENING)

Gustav Ahr's Album

lil peep lil tracy (prod. cortex / sincewhen)

Demos

Bay Faction - Crack Pipe

feelin' gross & morose

lyrics:
don't love an artist
if you don't love yourself
'cause they'll paint all your flaws
and they'll make them look beautiful as hell

and don't love an artist
if you like what they make
'cause you'll be immortalized in thousands of notebook lines
and splotches of paint

and when they leave
you'll be stuck with a hole in your chest
with the scent of their skin
and the feel of their bed where they rest
and you can't forget
'cause you live in their works
and when you see those pieces
they just make you feel worse

'cause they knew who you are
oh, they knew very well
but the truth is that now
what you're left with is only a shell

so don't love an artist
'cause they'll take who you were
and they'll hide you in acronyms
bury you deep in the shapes of their words

and when they leave
you'll be stuck with a hole in your chest
with the scent of their skin
and the feel of their bed where they rest
and you can't forget
'cause you live in their works
and when you see those pieces
they just make you feel worse

they just make you feel worse

dont love an artist

don't love an artist

produced by, xxxtentacion
garette's revenge

I've dug two graves for us my dear, cant pretend that I was perfect, leaving you in fear, oh man, what a world the things I hear..

If i could act on my revenge, than oh would I..

some kill, some steal, some break your heart, and you had thought that I would let it go and let you walk,

well broken hearts break bones, so break up fast, and I dont wanna let it go, so in my grave i'll rot (repeat)

I love you garette
rest in peace, jocelyn, I will have my revenge upon the world

written and produced by Jahseh Onfroy, "xxxtentacion"

GARRETTS REVENGE

KILL YOURSELF SAGAS XI-XV DROPS 05/26

[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE}

2 strikes
turn that pussy to a sacrifice
slash n gut the gar
ash the blunt and park
roll the window down and ask the price
i've always hated flashing lights
i'd rather grab the mask and knife
snag the cash in spite the fact i smashed your bitch for asking nice
i'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
i bag the ice
ignite the rags in gasoline
one strike of the match and now we talking thrice
3 strikes
i might forget the events of tonight
ruby all bite
leave em bleeding
leave the scene and say goodnight

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

if we got business motherfucker
let me know
everybody know my rep since 1994
i don't swing high if i got that nine
bitch in Calvin Klein
blunts borderline
fuck it still smoke it anyway
i be that suicidal worshipped idol
filled up with that medication
burning bibles 
grab your child
chopper style a generation
reading revelations got me thinking
been ready to die but i ain't got no fucking patience
you feel me

[VERSE III: SHAKEWELL]

waking up dirty sodas get poured in
i had some blues, but i sold em
keep k's in glocks, but they stolen
i might just flip em and profit
makin more off licks
run your pockets
my OG's poppin a rocket
i pray to God they free Gozm
but God don't hear me
these prophets is all too fake so i'm mobbin
if you can't get em
i got em
pull up and handle the problem
squeeze 3 hear it move through he breeze
now you standing bloody can't breathe
got goonies who gone off that tweak
sip syrup and drank Hennessy
that just be the truth through these streets

KILL YOURSELF Part XIV: The Vulture Saga

VENOM (FEAT. SHAKEWELL)

ukulele by @imtiffany
art by https://twitter.com/phiIotechnicaI

"you were my earth"

thats not troubleshooting man

WORST PARTY EVER