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160 - You Are Not My Bus

i fucked the world and gave australia an sti

Shrooms (demo)(prod. Van)

Lead single off DBK's next project 'Did U Die?' set to release April 2019.

Supercap (Prod. Char)

Lryics:
But like, I guess what I'm asking is: Are you fucked up?
Cuz like I know I'm fucked up, but are you?
You know what?- You know what, fuck this

Everybody wanna see the cash
Everybody lookin for some ass
Everybody wanna get the stacks
Everybody tryna get some racks
Everybody leanin on some prozac
Everybody tryna get lifted
Everybody askin where the bud's at
Everybody wanna take a big hit
x2

Lately everybody tryna run from their shadow
I hid it in a dresser when I cut it at my ankle
Everybody losin wars, but they just wanna win a battle
They been soarin in the stars, cuz they just wanna see them dazzle
See the glitter of a diamond in the flesh, or if they wanna fuck a
Bitch up on the corner of their desk
A little bit of motivation when they're runnin through the races
See, when I was growin up, I never had the fuckin patience
I was lookin for the dollars, ever since I started watching Jordan Belfort 
Makin money off of Penny stocks (Oh my god)
Or I saw one of them rappers with a wrist watch
I told my momma I'mma make it to the big shots, yuh
.Paak in the bag, and it's bubblin (bubblin, yuh)
C.R.E.A.M. and the cheddar, I'm lovin' it (lovin' it, yuh)
Bring home the bacon, and double it (double it, yuh)
Money got me lifted on some other shit

I been always reachin for the green light
I been always lookin for the red crown
Couldn't give a fuck about a wedding ring
I been crawlin for the gold with my face down 
x2

Everybody wanna see the cash
Everybody lookin for some ass
Everybody wanna get the stacks
Everybody tryna get some racks
Everybody leanin on some prozac
Everybody tryna get lifted
Everybody askin where the bud's at
Everybody wanna take a big hit
x2

My father was an actor, but he never made it very far
My mom was workin just to pay to keep the fuckin car
I was learnin from an early age that money caused a lot of problems
And it doesn't really matter who you are
That don't mean I didn't wanna change that
I knew that I was gonna have to pay my momma back
I made a grand when I was callin shit behind the plate
I started sellin all my trading cards when I was eight
Mom had got a better job before high school
Fuckin upgraded, it was private too
She said I didn't have to work, but I was goin fuckin nuts
I had to figure out some shit to do, to keep it cool
I started making music, lookin for the dollar signs
And I ain't even made a check to sign the dotted line
But I know I'll be depressed, just like the other stars
Cuz I seen what runnin for the commas like

I been always reachin for the green light
I been always lookin for the red crown
Couldn't give a fuck about a wedding ring
I been crawlin for the gold with my face down 
x2

Everybody wanna see the cash
Everybody lookin for some ass
Everybody wanna get the stacks
Everybody tryna get some racks
Everybody leanin on some prozac
Everybody tryna get lifted
Everybody askin where the bud's at
Everybody wanna take a big hit
x2

(Everybody wanna get the stacks, everybody wanna get some ass)
I know that I'm fucked up
I guess what I'm asking is: Are you fucked up?
Cuz like, I know I'm fucked up
You know what, fuck this. I got shit to dream, y'all

Everybody

Lyrics:

Intro:
What’s up with my brain
Thought I had no shame
Lost my sense of pain
What’s my fuckin name?
I don’t wanna cry
I don’t wanna die
I think that I’m fine
I would never lie

Verse: 
I break my neck, keeping my head on straight
I don’t cut no more, but I kept the blade
My momma called, and I promised Imma stay safe
But Father Time left a message, today’s the day
My vision’s blurry, I can’t see my face
I’m hyperventilating, I’m screaming kill yourself
Past dissociation, I’m in a fugue state 
I’m overcome with rage, the mirror ain’t talkin back
I see pictures on the wall in the hallway
I see ghosts wander where the dolls play
I see flowers in the garden where the snow lays
I see the pride in my success on my momma’s face
My eyes play tricks on my mental
My memory is tainted, it’s chock full of miscues
My gramma always sayin that my word choice is sinful
My peers only tell me that my lyrics got potential 
My sister got a future full of guaranteed success
My momma told me that she gotta work herself to death
My girl asked me not to let my work fuck up my head
My homies tell me that they really miss when I’s their friend
Sometimes I think I really regret goin back to Mom’s, 
But I bet it’s just my mind, I’m depressed bout half the time
I’ve accepted my decline, I befriended my anxiety
Then hypothesized that it’s best to never fight it off
My brain flashes, but connections never hit right
The future’s fading from my grasp and I don’t have the insight
The past ain’t what it used to be, with fragments and blackness
And the present is the victim of my spellbound absence
I’ve been surrounded while givin myself distractions
Now the rope’s been tied and I just need to kick away the chair
Momma says, “think of the consequences of these actions”
As if I owe her shit, while I sit in terror
What’s a debt to one with no intent to pay it?
What is guilt with no morals to contain it?
What is life with perpetual decaying?
What is death to one who might escape the pain?

KYS Pt2

lyrics: 
im so unaccomplished and i got nothin to do
i just been sititn writin tellin yall its comin out soon
i pant when im just sittin in a chair because the demons take 
my breath and my energy left to fight off the noose
i got a lot to lose for a future filled with fakes and feelins
but the light went out and i dont wanna change my vision
i dont even know what im pursuin whats the fuckin difference
when my suicidal tendencies will take my life by 22
the only remedy ive found is when i write a verse
my bodys too weak to stand and thats the aftermath
i havent showered in a week cuz my mind wants me
to slip and break my skull over the edge of the bath
i wanna write some shit thats not depressed
but my mental state is all thats left
how do i tell my friends that i need some time alone
without makin em worry even though they prolly should
i aint been sayin what im actually thinkin
cuz i been dreamin of dying like its a fantasy weekend
but i dont wanna run away from the demons
ill befriend them pleading
ill let em take it all away to put my life back in pieces
how do i know which voices to trust
when they all speak at the same time tellin me to give up
my heart aches pain shootin up my left arm
maybe thisll kill me so i dont have to think about it no more

Noose

written and produced by me
additional production, mix, and cover art by Daniel Solberg

Over Now

My first single, BLOCKS

LYRICS BELOW:
[KC Verse 1] 
I just did some meditation,
Mother love me feel amazing,
I just couldn't say sh*t,
Have a decent conversation,

Feel so wired when I'm making,
All this fire that I'm making,
Like the flour for the baking,
Like I'm prior to the dating,

I admire all the hating, 
Y'all be sending my direction,
Cause we're in dire need of changing,
And need to vent expression,

What the *gasp* is the internet,
Lacking good connection,
So think about your essence,
Before you spread a message,

Spitting this intricate,
Tricking you to thinking that,
This isn't menacing,
Penmanship,
You're witnessing,
But don't get it twisted,
This isn't your methamphetamine tripping,
This Trixz with the vision,
Hit slurs, 
More than victims of Hitler,
Or Trevors special cinnamon,
World thriving in the sin of men,
So much bloodshed but no one wish amends,
Just revenge,
A sentiment,
Wreaking in the scent of men,
All guns replenishing,
T no ones benefit,
All but fellas selling it,
Hateful swines, yellow spines, back is lacking in melanin,
Hold on I got to mention this,

[Hook]
Life pass ya,
Like light flashes,
Faster than,
The highest stacks,
Of piles of cash,
Azarel,
Passing through,
As fast as a leaving back a bastard type of dad,

[KC Verse 2]
Man I miss being egotistical,
Talk about my misses on my testicles, 
Getting mischievous under mistletoes,
Gifted Christmas under blankets twisting toes,

Under blankets gifts unwrapping but I'm not a rapper,
We were in the moment didn’t even know what was gonna happen,
Whip it in the kitchen, we got that Cerelac trappin',
Man idgaf, only fun is what I'm having,

Being humble always been a struggle for a shining lion,
If I told you I don’t think Im dope then I'd be lying,
Feeling adamant as the trillest champion, why you trying,
Santa F**k Everything, B*tch I am iron,

[Hook]
Life pass ya,
Like light flashes,
Faster than,
The highest stacks,
Of piles of cash,
Azarel,
Passing through,
As fast as a leaving back a bastard type of dad,


[Outro]
What,
What,
What,
What,
6a3 Shiklah

http://fanlink.to/blocks

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