ig: @luisproducedit
ig: @triplesixdelete
ig: @ricco_boi

NOT YET (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

MAKE MONEY! ft. TRIPLE777  [prod. fonywallace/killjames]

DIRTY BUNS (PROD. @VOMIT DASTARDLY)

Lyrics 

OVERTHINKING, I HATE IT THATS WHY I STAY INSIDE MY ROOM 
I SPEND ALL MY TIME FADED THATS WHY I STAY INSIDE ME ROOM 
WHEN MY BLOCK GOT INVADED I HATE TO SAY IT I LOST IT 
IM ALWAYS THINKIN BOUT BAD SHIT AND YOU KNOW THAT IM CAUSTIC 

SELF DESTRUCTIVE 


BITCH I FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING I MAKE IS NOT WORTH POSTING 
EVERYTHING YOU MADE IS FUCKING FAKE BECAUSE YOU’RE POSING 
BUT THAT HARDLY MATTERS, INEVITABLY CONSUMING 
BUT THAT HARDLY MATTERS CAUSE IM ALWAYS FEELING USELESS 
SITTING ON YOUR GLASS CANNON 
EVERYTHING I HAD DAMMIT 
EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH FUCKIN BACK HANDED HUH 
I DONT GIVE A FUCK PUT STAB INNIT 

BITCH I FEEL LIKE PHIL BC IM BETTER THAN YOU YOU 
ALL YOUR SHITS THE SAME BECAUSE YOU’RE STUCK IN A LOOP 
NOW IM LOSING ALL MY PATIENCE 
AND ALL THE TIMW I WASTED 
(IDK WHAT I SAID) FUCKER FACE IT 

YEIN I WAS DREAMING AND IT WAS ALL BLACK   



ME AND YEIN ARE TWINS LIKE LINSAY LOHAN 
COME UP IN MY CRIB IM PLAYING SLOW JAMS 
I PUT OUT THIS JOINT ON YA FO HED 
HEARD THAT NIGGA TALKIN SHIT… nigga…go ahead
CAUSE YOU NEED THAT 
OOEN UP YOU

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PULL UP [SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE]

@TheYelloGod

Prod. @prodcream + thenormal.man
(Cream did first 2 beats)

Vintix - P. Drizzy (Drake Diss)

тгк эйсидхуд

джи стар джинс и на моем запястье реликвия 
сука хочет рядом быть будто бы прилипла
последняя надежда на моих руках погибла
я вкинулся пиздец умираю от недосыпа

я знаю что совершаю кучу ошибок
но не чувствуя ног выпрыгиваю из джипа


и в моем гучи беге ровно три телефона
но я все еще не беру трубу пусть перезвонят

не важно выгляжу ведь сердце не работало так долго
оно разбито так что я в поисках осколка 

но моя тоска сопровождает меня в вечность
нет важных дел поэтому я убиваю свой кишечник


постоянно паранойя меня что то беспокоит
меня вечно кроет думаю о том о чем не стоит

и я боюсь но достучаться 
по этой причине меня ничего не должно касаться 
так много информации но у меня вообще нет мыслей как в рассудке остаться

реликвия (erdo,9569) [video on youtube]

(lyrics)

Let his body drop, ain't nothing new
Running after guap, let's get the uh
Left his body rotting, I can care less
Pussy boy talking, I can't hear him tho
Let his body drop, ain't nothing new
Running after guap, let's get the uh
Left his body rotting, I can care less
Pussy boy talking, I can't hear him tho
 
I feel in love with the moon
I signed with the sun
Heard them in the back of my head
Are you gone?
I can't get attached to shit, no, I can't feel
I'm so detached from this life, I just wanna run
Cut my head off
Run in the snow
Put my blood in this
How can I fail?
Don't you look at me, I can't even tell myself
Who am I?
I can't see, I can't tell
 
Damn, my head a mess
Damn, you can tell
Runnin after stacks
Make yo mama proud
Where you headed son?
Smoking, yeah, that loud
5 AM watch the sun come up
I do whatchu can't do, bitch I'm up
Eyes in the back of my head
Smoke till my lungs black
I can see down the road the checks
I feel like I'm in a trance
 
Let his body drop, ain't nothing new
Running after guap, let's get the uh
Left his body rotting, I can care less
Pussy boy talking, I can't hear him tho
Let his body drop, ain't nothing new
Running after guap, let's get the uh
Left his body rotting, I can care less
Pussy boy talking, I can't hear him tho
 
You just lie to get whatever you want
I just build this shit from the ground up
I'm tryna reach the top, you can't do nun
Run this hoe, run this hoe up
Sacrifice everything that I got
You can't take no risk, whatchu want?
Play this shit back, run it back
Made my own wold fuck the rest
You can't buy me, even if you wanted to
I can't be a slave don't tell me what to do
I can't fuck with you, don't talk to me, uh
I'm in my zone, you can't be a part, no
Mama raised a solider, mama raised a solider
Mama raised a solider, mama raised a solider
Don't look my way, I thought I told ya
We can't be the same, I'm just a better you
 
Let his body drop, ain't nothing new
Running after guap, let's get the uh
Left his body rotting, I can care less
Pussy boy talking, I can't hear him tho
Let his body drop, ain't nothing new
Running after guap, let's get the uh
Left his body rotting, I can care less
Pussy boy talking, I can't hear him tho

Can't_Tell

JAZZ WORLD

iTunes

$LICK FREESTYLE (Prod. DR. F)

ft. James Gorczyca (https://soundcloud.com/jamesgorczyca1)
prod. w/ jcbmchl (https://soundcloud.com/jcbmchl)

spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/track/6v1hp40RJWOEEyf2i5NDJR?si=34a5d5939c43431d
apple music:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-elusive-hand-of-sleep-feat-james-gorczyca/1550006284?i=1550006290
youtube:
https://youtu.be/y8hl2FcXqNM

lyrics:
genius.com/Stoneman-the-elusive-hand-of-sleep-lyrics

instrumental available here:
https://traktrain.com/stonedeluxe?t=739292

detailing the constant clash between tangible and intangible. analog and digital. man and machine.

https://dlxst.one

SPOTIFY

the elusive hand of sleep ft. James Gorczyca (prod. w/ jcbmchl)

nostalgia musics during this existential crisis

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