another pre-hiatus vault track from over a year ago<33 new stuff when i’m not outta town

i can’t fucking make shit
but i still been rapping like i is
semi auto my feelings they firing like switched
toxic in the scene acidic ph level 6
bitch i wouldn’t stand with nun of u
if even barely sit

not the shit, kid
been hardly even pissed off
still knock em offa list, like EG call em/column niggas tilted
problem solving with a blick
write lines about a line, when we been knowing that im broke 
weeping crying on a phone 
on sum dying all alone shit-
michigan lake from my kidhood, fading to blue
steady searching for these steps, still bigfoot hunting to you
couldn’t follow my path
but hold a glock to my back 
to walk inside of the tracks
tracing blood to my shoes
still the same old boots
and that wall with a patch
over the hole of a past
mirror, see same old you
fuck you mean i aint change
stepping inside of this home, feel like the gun to a range
often causing latent damage for sum profit and gain
still u think all it’s a game 
so i cock that glock to my brain
say pull this trigger n fade
guess im going the same
maybe u still coulda stayed
but look back at the holder n its me in the frame
(like damn)

i can’t fucking make shit
but i still been rapping like i is
semi auto my feelings they firing like switched
toxic in the scene acidic ph level 6
bitch i wouldn’t stand with nun of u
if even barely sit

who r u (engless)

fuck the pronto
love and go, girl i gotta hold on
used to know whenever u wont call
only fold 
like its in my protocol 
call it home
guess i'll never move on

tired
from the plight
flooded eyes you would die here
spent a nightmare, crucified with wires
grip my side dripping blood on attire
sip it up, shi i luv a vampire
several skies dimming out past our lightyear
but girl im right here still for ur devour
used to hit the tone to bid me with its alright
jus a motherfucking goddamn liar
nigga think shit sweet no swisher
fuck ur minute maid lemonade pitchers
oughta pop out n show u my picture
wrist hurt type high, sadder than a bitch
dark eye rings, saturn shi
heavy emptiness impacted my ribs
still been nb but im practically him
they chasing when i actually dip

fuck the pronto
love and go, girl i gotta hold on
used to know whenever u wont call
only fold 
like its in my protocol 
call it home
guess i'll never move on

protocol (rosebone)

2X
Don’t try to track me down 
I don’t wanna be found 
You can follow on behind me 
My impression on the ground 
I don’t even mean to show it 
But it ends up right there 
Better moments on ahead 
Why should I care 

Inclined to what I say I ain’t done with the meaning
And get the selling point this currency defeated 
I’ll make a trade it’s only fair I hope that’s fine 
Sick of everything this steadily decline 
I say take a break for a minute now 
Reserve a little bit of patience alright 
And we made a mistake letting this allowed 
Uncertainty always finds the wrong time 

Finds the wrong time 
And what is uncertain 
I think I need a purpose 

2X
Don’t try to track me down 
I don’t wanna be found 
You can follow on behind me 
My impression on the ground 
I don’t even mean to show it 
But it ends up right there 
Better moments on ahead 
Why should I care

better moments (dead spyro)

lyrics

im not too concerned about the outside
bloody me and bury me by half time
swear its been the same since last time
i dont even know what i live like
plants are sprouting out by the cracks in the floor
im not in my ways
since i walked out the door
everytime 
everytime i sit here wanting more
this feeling in my chest dont go away anymore

the lights are busted
and the heaters off
last time i checked
its freezing out
feels my lungs are 
collapsing now 
the metal decorations have rusted out
so bb come and visit me
im engulfed in misery
im sick of pain when i wake
and all the injuries
so bb come and visit me
hold me while i fight the freeze
i sit here awake
throwing up in the bedsheets

im not too concerned about the outside
bloody me and bury me by half time
swear its been the same since last time
i dont even know what i live like
plants are sprouting out by the cracks in the floor
im not in my ways
since i walked out the door
everytime 
everytime i sit here wanting more
this feeling in my chest dont go away anymore

The Outside (p. dash)

lyrics

i’m moving on 
special louis, special prada got me gone 

she loves me not, she loves 
i’m pretty fucked

no bad energy inside this song
i hope you hear this and you live a life that’s long

lift me up it’s getting late now and it’s cold 
you got to watch how it pans out in the fall
just let me love you baby i can take the fall
i got your name wrapped around my tongue just like you’re in my arms 

it’s calm being right beside me
but don’t throw away my values girl i’m not taking it likely
do you think this a game?
playing games
cut you up like tron
if it pans out that way for now i’m geeked

i told you this but we’re all in the abyss 
you keep your sixth girl you’re just taking the piss
i got a list now, you wanna become a wish?
i’m on a rocket ship right now we’re going every world

everywhere coming in hot
moving out quick like i ain’t got a spot
gas relies on loving girl can you provide or what
guess i’ll make a toast for the people that love me and helped me get this far

hey i’m lifting up the states
like who the fuck is you when talking ‘bout mistakes
yeah i made a few
but i couldn’t break

you live you learn you lose
now i’m here to make after everything i’d take

lose, lose
you can’t help it 
ohhh, we move
ohhh, you keep can’t help it 
i can’t hold it
you keep catching, falling out and i’ma melt it

tron

The way memory freezes us sometimes like old film captures the smiles we miss, the pain we replay, and the versions of ourselves that no longer exist. We end up getting caught in the still frames of the 'what ifs' and 'what weres'.
It feels like a loop; repeating the same thoughts, behaviors, and regrets. But that's only if we remain in that blurred frame. Continue to capture the beauties and oddities that are still being written. 

trapped in your polaroids

freestyle just made in 30 mins cos I feel weirdddddd

fakefakefake [cxrter x retz]

DntBeWeird (ethn)

lyrics:
You can trust a friend until they go an do you wrong
Damn, I thought we was good couple K off a song
Man everybody wanna fake until you isa ghost 
I can’t fake it anymore. This shot is not a toast. 
I’m not trying to change it, baby. I just wanna know. 
Why everything starts when I really wanna go
Home is just the place that I tend to stay in 
I don’t wanna think we every really don’t wanna know 
But you always come around and end up playin
I’m looking at my past with some patience
I was two-faced faded participate in the medication

go home (wixxy.mp3)

SideTracks is my collection of musical detours – riffs, ideas, and stories that stepped off the main road but refused to be forgotten. Recorded in my home studio in Santa Cruz, these tracks blend rootsy rock, funk, jam-band explorations, and a touch of prog and psychedelia, with plenty of room for groove and improvisation.

Most of the instruments and vocals are me, stitched together from late-night inspirations, old notebook scribbles, and half-remembered voice memos that finally found their way into full songs. SideTracks is for anyone who’s ever taken the long way home on purpose – a soundtrack for the side roads, back alleys, and quiet in-between moments where the real stories live.

If you want a super-short version for the top line, you could use:
“A collection of grooves, jams, and late-night song ideas that took the scenic route from my Santa Cruz studio to your ears.”

Lost My Best Friend

the stranger

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go home (wixxy.mp3)

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