on CA 1 n we’re not goin slow 
in my duffel got an oz of dro n everybody knows 
pillsbury boy i’m fuckin made of dough 
roll my doubters in cinnamon rolls 
u know they’re gettin smoked! 
as above 
if i’m goin up it’s so below 
in dire straights so i put on the rings n i can see the ghosts 
n i’m looking like the witch king in that ricky O 
she got wings but baby’s kisses sting when she’s doin blow 
gotta keep it real w u IK my curses 
prada purses keep it on my person 
wrists are always surfin 
i can open up if u and i r tight but just not on the surface 
i feel like wendy darling, fly away at night 
i can’t b gettin nervous 
i feel special when she text me 
but ill just skrt off in that lexy
i’m mostly empty 
24 oz like a venti 
this pack giving me narcolepsy 
i’m telling u so indirectly 
cop ancient silver off of etsy 
jewelry so wet i could jetski 
i need some clothes, hit up my broski 
grinding so hard it get so lonely
only that top shelf what i’m smokin 
girl watch ur heart, it might get broken 
always talkin r u joe rogan? 
only vintage japanese clothing 
standing 10 down, it’s like i’m bowling 
i give in, then i start flowing 
that’s my only option 
i’m done respawning 
don’t feel like me, i’m so off it 
skeletons in my closet 
feel like some teeth how i’m flossing 
i’m sipping tea and smoking blossoms 
i start 2 sink taking losses 
at the bikini bottom 
dudes moving weird round me 
i’ll roll some loud pack 
take him out the game like referee im rlly bout that 
pop out to the function with my teams were probly put back 
i can’t even function, chasing cheese get the mouse trap 
tethered to the pleasure in this dream but i’m out bad 
i’m stomping round miharayasuhiro toe tags 
don’t kno if i can kno what it means so i won’t ask 
i walk this empty street, that means i can go fast

3 Maustrap

@odel007
@joshuasageart

Lyrics:

Thinking bout the thoughts i had
Ooo that’s sad
Put sum fuckin digits on the dash
I can’t crash
Ooo wait, what we doing, I’m in first class
My homie chillin in the back he off a tab

Ooo wait she tell me she want me to be her dad
That’s a sticky sticky icky Vicky oh yeah she so bad uh
The haters stick to being mad uh
While I’m making money off the app uh

I just poured a four and I did it with my eyes closed
I let ‘em go, I let it tip toe
Make some more, they might think that I own petco
Take it out, doing work on the cell phone
X2

Uh wait it’s a movie
Uh wait it’s a new me
Bitch I’m silent in these streets
Bitch you never knew me uh yeah
I need 2 please
And I need it quick quick
She a cutie
Think I need a quick pic

Really we do magic
Sometimes you just gotta let it happen
Put the drama in the past tense
I don’t wanna make that a bad habit

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Spotify

App 「prod. Odel」

ribcage

#underground #undergroundmusic #undergroundrap

inmun - pop1

BLEED prod. Heyche

mix by me and @with3rx
prod by @with3rx
cover by @with3rx
(LYRICS)
she said i lost the spark in my eyes
cut off my fingertips i wont be reconized
just let me stay with u i wont make a mess
feel like spiders crawling down up in my chest
six feet under ground
u cant hear a sound
if i fell down the grave with u
would u care if u left?
u know prada look the best on u
u know i try my best
my best

u say u like the wintertime
i only like to look at it
i dont go out
summer always got me feeling right
havent been with u that long so i guess we got time

dirty room i dont have time to clean it up
calling u up late and im so sorry that i keep u up
only rocking black garments
designer shoes down on my feet
kill u if u step on em


and i know what u thinking
how can this guy live life
even his head is sinking
and i know that its hard to breath
i need prescriptions just to get my ass to sleep

she said i lost the spark in my eyes
cut off my fingertips i wont be reconized
just let me stay with u i wont make a mess
feel like spiders crawling down up in my chest
six feet under ground
u cant hear a sound
if i fell down the grave with u
would u care if u left?
u know prada look the best on u
u know i try my best
my best

spark(prod. with3r)

mix by @buffalobang prod by @sg37 @tahertg cover by @with3rx
(lyrics)  
why would u lie i think u wanna be cool

(i cant stand u now)

when we take a flight 5 grams in my shoe

(things really changed since i quit school)

i swear i know that i changed
u can just say it to my face

i go harder everyday
i dont give a fuck dont know ur name
fendi scarf to wipe the tears off my cheek
i dont wanna speak ur just dieased

let me down i wont blink an eye
(i forgot about u)
everyone dies its a part of life

BNO on my scarf its limited
out in dennmark and i swear im shivering
every single member really killin it

im in louis vuitton shop away the pain
the show is in the club i dont want the fame

it was so dark up in this place
but i just turned it all around
off a percy i escape i wanna runaway to town
yea u really feel it now

i have never seen u cry why is that
i wanna be out in the night like a cat
i got money on the side fw with that

i swear i know that i changed
u can just say it to my face

i go harder everyday
i dont give a fuck dont know ur name

tired of ghosting
gotta grow up
gotta switch up before the time is up
new friends new curses
why am i so scared of talkin
i guess it was way too soon
that i reached out to u

i swear i know that i changed
u can just say it to my face

i go harder everyday

i swear i know that i changed
u can just say it to my face

i go harder everyday
i dont give a fuck dont know ur name

5g (prod. taher+sg37)

demons&divas

w my bros, kickin shit like a roundhouse 
speedin in that nissan, haulin an ounce round
bringin up my ex, man i’m boutta bounce out 
carpenter pants, feelin fine until the sundown 
sittin by myself at the function 
u think i don’t wanna talk, makin assumptions 
should b wearin Js how i’m dunkin 
they just ask me what i’m rockin, oh it’s nothing

takahiromiyashita when i go to meet her 
talking shit, keep it up i just might delete ya 
we staying out late she dancing like a diva 
keep the loud in my backpack, rolling reefer

rare fit like a mythical 
take another hit and she’s saying something typical 
we got different minds that shit got me thinking cynical 
can’t find the 1 it’s so difficult 

kinda think i miss u 
got me fucked up 
it’s ok i’m chillin now 
i been stacking bux 
drippin like ur artery 
magic in my blood 
save it 4 another day 
my mind won’t shut up 

pouring cannalean, fantastic 
4 letters on my chain 
made of silver, paying plastic
everything u say 2 me is fake ur made of plastic
but she’s the baddest 

no ur not for me 
we closing this scene 
this shit ain’t that deep 
im living inside a dream 
maybe everything is perfect 
everything i need 
i got spines like an urchin 
stepping carefully

Miyashita

like oh my god, i’m bleeding in the coupe 
sitting at the beach, energy drinks we got a few
i’m smokin home grown sticky all my dreams blu
undercover, spring/summer, it’s from 2002 
u don’t wanna touch me i might leave u with a burn mark 
i’m getting too hot, icarus i got my wings on 
hit up my dms askin what id do a verse for 
idk if i’m gon make it, i guess u get what u work for 

trapped inside a labyrinth feel like Daedalus
got some pants comin, askin where my mail is 
they made by miyashita the soloist. 
change the future in my dream i made a wish
my mind is racin, i gotta dip 
i can’t sit around and do nothin ,that comes with consequence 
i’m makin money moves don’t need a consultant 
on the prowl, in the groove, stackin up these bens 
it’s gettin cold, bringin out the monclers
air forces, i got mud on the new pair 
horns on me, i’m the god of tricks, i don’t fight fair 
i’m always scheming, rings gleaming, readin aleister 
im smokin doja, ran into this girl @ the park where i post up 
with the bumblebees and the lizards, they got cold blood 
talking to the trees, silver ringz and a cold tongue
i say RIP to my ego, to the old one 

sipping thai tea, 60 ina 45 zone 
same city but i’m in a different timezone 
i been goin thrifting w my boys, got some finds tho
sideshow, subaru it’s like a cyclone

Silver Ringz Cold Tongue

@internetjoe @tommet45

wearin skinny jeans, whipping sports cars
wrist dance like the north star

i don’t wanna talk, nazgul, gettin ghosted 
u can watch me fly off in that mitsubishi coastin 
regeneration, tears in the potion 
bethesda i’m posted, fit like serotonin

i don’t think she think of me 
she look good in skinny jeans 
wormwood, absinthe on the rocks in the VIP
surfin on my wrist, tsunami, straight from Givenchy
stompin foreign kicks 44, can’t fit 43 

always on the grind 
gotta keep my eye on that mission 
i’m talking to bad bitches 
i can’t get distracted 
playin her like badminton 
pls don’t take it personal i’d put u ina pageant
i’m just so fucked up 
tryna fix myself it’s drastic 
i feel like i’m megan way i turned into a savage 
she just want the bands n she see that i been stackin 
dont care what i feel gotta say that shit is classic 
i’m still gettin colder, i put on my jacket 
contain my negativity and use it, it’s like magic 
i been feeling horrible, majora how i mask it 
up and down in cycles, it’s hardly erratic 
i can see the sunrise
spendin on some fabrics

Fit Like Serotonin (+Internet Joe & Tommet)

wstdyth