Yo you got a nice voice dude! keep it goin, imma stay tuned

produced by @dercept x ayoley

lyrics:
it's not easy for me (x2)
chemicals have taken full control and i'm not even worried
it has to be because of me

i've done nothing to prevent this
i know that all good things come to an end
but i never got a chance to begin

i stay crammed inside this fucking room
it's already far too late for me cuz i've been consumed
i don't know what's the use

wait four more days
i'll just recollect myself and take the blame
i guess u really gotta lose to win the game
i sit in the back of the parking lot while i waste away
every day i'm following a similar schedule
should have known it from the start my fucking heart wasn't edible
but i guess things change and u did too
all along i really was the gum under ur shoe

i stay crammed inside this fucking room
it's already far too late for me cuz i've been consumed
i don't know what's the use
it's not easy for me (x6)

it's not easy for me (dercept x ayoley)

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[Intro]
No one wants it more than me
No one wants it more than me
No one wants it more than me
No one wants it more than me

[Chorus]
Cut off, smoking up the grass on the ground
No fucking way that you would cut me out
I wanna see the world, but I hesitated
So you slid it right under the door

[Verse 1]
Scary world
You are just a sixteen year old girl
Sticking a broken nail into my side
Took a while to find a boy
Who wasn't a fucking waste of time
You looked in my eyes
But I get a feeling something horrid is under the door

[Chorus]
Cut off, smoking up the grass on the ground
No fucking way that you would cut me out
I wanna see the world, but I hesitated
So you slid it right under the door

[Verse 2]
You have no reason to act like you passed this
A week ago, I didn't know what you were asking me
Waste of fucking potential isn't what's happening
But we talkin' and you end up in a car crash
And now I'm standing on the [?] edge of the Synth Grass
I get a text that you're in the hospital
The trauma pushed you to the limit, we expected this
Hold your breath like you keep that knife in grip

[Bridge]
(Cut off, smoking up the grass on the ground)
(No fucking way that you would cut me out)
(I wanna see the world, but I hesitated)
(So you slid it right under the—)

[Chorus]
Cut off, smoking up the grass on the ground
No fucking way that you would cut me out
I wanna see the world, but I hesitated
So you slid it right under the door

gabby start — swiss army knife

its all in your head, raw 
produced by @typhoondll

lyrics:

I tried to play your games
I stumbled down, and rumbled out
the insides of my fane

competing wit ya always leads to everlasting shame

I ask you, how can we communicate?

we dont speak same language: dialect,
it dont matter you understand
all my emotions and ideas.
stumbled, in my head, in silence

flexin some kimbundu
linguagem, that I dont speak, came straight up from my mamas mama
thoughts mixed up like stew,
minor problem, jumbling, tumbling through cerebrum we playing mikado
ridin in a coupe, ya goal prolly
aint that brief relief sweet u needa new hobby

pissed off, clear objects so I dont think about em
pistols, crystals coins of the same side bruh

straight to ya tibia, stank face when this play, swaying the femur ya
open the Biblia, maybe you’ll say: "not so saint my interior"
music my muse she a diva, her moves protrude to the point of anemia
laughing at the oh-so-serious, 

tremendously 

a firm believer that my dreaming doesn’t 
end in deceit, hands on the seat
the remedy
with no question what grounds my compass are these melodies
unquestionably, create or die, how I am, was, and have to be
putting my dent on earth heavy bending space with the gravity

the pen or the bottle?
depends on how hollow
and mood in the moment
the highs and the bottoms
it dont matter how low
I get I dont swallow
the booze, stay not boosting me
tough act to follow

gimme more im a fool ah
sobriety my new party trick
measure liters on the ruler
liver never gon retire 
see me downing but im neutral
this aint finna be the death of me
awake even after moon come
insomnia got me fried up

we dont speak same language i can
recognize that im nobody
if I talk and we end parting ways
then what does that mean for you and 

I 

can’t be detained or deterred, like my people were 
We gotta be heard, lead the herd, I can be the first
Finally I can see through, got the means to shine light on my people
said my tracks hard, they told me run it back like alopecia
takin the crown, whats negus to you? 
to me it means king,
I was ready to rule still baby in belly,
delivering truth, biting bullet bulletproof in the womb
I beg your pardon, big problem is that I was parted to atoms,
Probably saw my matter on the floor to piece my heart together

sticky sticky
they kept blickies on me
in case i was runnin
liberty non existent in my world
they made me a dummy 
if I pull up to the function stuntin 
peeps wont tell me nothing
rather look at me like a freak
than talking makin odd assumptions
lookin at what you did must feel so good so nice
so keep it comin 
funnily i dont give a damn bruh, watch your temper

if you see us goin loco tokin on that kusher herb
rainbox six smoke dont ask us whats in the canister 

we dont speak same language: dialect,
it dont matter you understand
all my emotions and ideas.
stumbled, in my head, in silence.

STUMBLE

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STUMBLE (typhoon)

Reaching 2 Remix

damn this bitch stuck as fuck /:

prod, mixed, & mastered by @colecalico
epic guitars by @dezforman + @soutjay
absolute angels for putting up with me :*

enjoy my 2nd ever song

lyrics:
when i see
a dead body
i think of you
don't usually
think of nobody
look what you've turned me to
(can you see what i see?)

obsessive little girl
get some sleep
take your meds today
it’s all in your head
don't you know
he don't reciprocate 

i'm stuck
so what
shut up
i can do what i want
i'm stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck
stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck 
stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck 
stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck 
(i'm sticking, i'm sticking, i'm stuck)

signs
watching the clock
2:22 time to fess up
(breathe me in)
i must admit
you were pretty permanent 
bouts of uncertainty
you can be certain that
tether got a hold on me
you can be sure of that

bind my hands
string me up
nail me to the cross
devil doing dance
i can't sleep no more
thanks a lot
turn me to a song
(what would you do, would you keep on sleeping?)
in between the lines
(7 missed calls in the night)
hostages
(i'm bleeding out)
the problem is
i thought you’d fade but you were pretty permanent

i'm stuck
so what
get fucked
and leave me alone
i'm stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck
stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck
stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck
stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck

never did i think that
you wouldn’t be right here
i'm waging a war, lets go back to before 
i'm sticking, i'm sticking, i'm stuck
you know i'm not the type to
get so hung up
you could glue me down if you want
i'm sticking, i'm sticking, i'm 

stuck

#!? #embarrassing

stuck!?

standing still while you talk to me
lil American bitch put her trust in me 
 imma break her heart 
I'm gon take her soul 
imma break my neck 
when i drive back home
i swear ill kill that fucking bitch
bitch im coming to your house
this American bitch do you wanna see me now

man i hate your fucking life 
and i hate your shitty dad
and that bitch gon call the cops
man its really not that bad

you ran out of luck 
you lost all my trust 
you the one that fucked 
i dont give a fuck

American bitch do American shit 
she got cuts on her wrist 
she don't care about shit 

 imma break her heart 
I'm gon take her soul 
imma break my neck 
when i drive back home
i swear ill kill that fucking bitch
bitch im coming to your house
this american bitch do you wanna see me now

American bitch do American shit 
she got cuts on her wrist 
she don't care about shit 
American bitch do American shit 
she got cuts on her wrist 
she don't care about shit 
American bitch do American shit 
she got cuts on her wrist 
she don't care about shit 
American bitch do American shit 
she got cuts on her wrist 
she don't care about shit 

american bitch

original lyrics: @1sloan original song: https://soundcloud.com/1sloan/healing
production & vocals: @antag01, @bleeecher

Release date:
11 March 2025

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