atlas
atlas - alarm (prod. no sentences) (official audio)
updated
produced by xainjaya
soundcloud.com/xainjaya
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lyrics:
every crease, line, fold, mark, flaw
underneath my old parlance
it was easy holding on
WHEN the dream was just to change at all
ballroom mask, i'll wear that
it'll make my vision clearer
when i dance before my mirror
ballroom mask, pink and black
all my feelings just venetian
eschew the paramour beneath it
don't do that, don't do that
don't do that, don't do that
don't do that, it goes too fast
it goes too fast, it you pulls you back
into that habit
into that habit
into that habit
INTO that harsh dull sky
and you can't have it
and you can't grasp it
it's not intuitive enough
to pull the blue from all the fluff
AND seperate the clouds from what
you thought was keeping you so stuck
that wasn't what
produced by xainjaya
soundcloud.com/xainjaya
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lyrics:
took down a spoonful of sentiment
not trying to hear the end of it now
choked on your words
spit it all out
yea i spit spit spit spit it all out
opps mid mid mid it's a callout
top 10, locked in whatcha scared of?
interests fringe fringe fringe like a haircut
rare blood, i'm a type AB
air bud, i bite if u try and play me :3
baby, j biebs w the cherubs
arrow through the heart then it's RIP
arrow through the heart then it's RIP
bad luck from the start yea u know me :/
walking under ladders
i don't listen
superstition
i'm not scared
superposition
i'm not there
but i am
idc
make shards of all my mirrors
black cats gather
'round my path
but i'm not scared
superposition
i'm not there
but i am
idc
produced by xainjaya
soundcloud.com/xainjaya
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lyrics:
still got a ipod classic
it can only hold five songs--that's it
but what they pump into the airwaves is toxic
there's no future, why not sleep in ?
like a viper or a python wrapping
around your body 'til the mindrot seeps in
they caught me digging through the scrap heap again
one last piece all i need is a lens
one last piece all i need is a lens
one last piece all i need is a lens
i could see through it all, i could reach through it then
one last piece all i need is a lens
i spent a tense amount of time on
crimping down the nylon
wire draped along the pylons
dangling in the pond
behind our house
to keep the lights on
the generator's humming keeps me company
indicators buzzing but i'm stumbling
the sun would be nice
100 new lives all lived at once
you're gonna be fine
or somebody might who wakes up
produced by me + xainjaya
soundcloud.com/xainjaya
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lyrics:
this, my favorite potion
transmutation, open wide
stretch my wings, i'm floating
sickle teeth and golden eyes
dim water where i lost my light
in the grotto after dark last night
look around and the stars unwind
it's just void and a sea of eyes
produced by xainjaya
soundcloud.com/xainjaya
streamerlinks.com/xainjaya
lyrics:
sunshine
sometimes rain
unkind
so cruel, your games
one time
learned to play
unwind
change my fate
sometimes
sunshine takes a little longer to come out
i don't mind as much this time around
it's a tranquil and forgiving comedown
sunshine
sometimes rain
unkind
numb my pain
sublime days dissolve to nights before you know
it happens slow
come time
things will change
tongue tied
damaged tape
produced by xainjaya
soundcloud.com/xainjaya
streamerlinks.com/xainjaya
lyrics:
temple of null on my speakers
i wanna leave the air for the ether
everything i do's either
blowing up in my face like a creeper
or it's perfect, it's flawless
separated in two columns
i TOLD u, i called it
kissing heaven or i'm touching rock bottom
so which half of the dichotomy
do u wanna lie on to sleep?
get a taste and bite off a piece
you still leave the light on for me
the type of thing i might not have seen
eyes wide alive in a dream
we look down and can't see our feet
it's all just sky underneath
produced by xainjaya
soundcloud.com/xainjaya
streamerlinks.com/xainjaya
lyrics:
my eyes can't water but i look like i'm ballin
sum hot offa nail got me coughin
tryna b neutral but i got it my pocket
cameras on me like the mf office
high strung i cant stand bein passive
light up in my hand like a matchstick
im so sicc of the cappin
its a mutiny take it or mute me
tab on my tongue like im drinking from a can
we so connected at the crib u would think it was a LAN
gotta teach u not to bite when u feedin out my hand
U comment hella for someone who's not a fan,,, lol
like hahahahaha
i cant help but laugh
my fav punchline ya its trueee
u gettin stabbed right in the back
stabstabstab
love if u went out like that :3
itd Make my year to make u sad
And Id just like laugh Like hahahahahahaha
u know what i prophecized
it's not what my bottom line is
we'll meet on the other side
this home or in one just like it
u know where my problem lies
inside of my awful mind it's
like i've been lobotomized
can't think and there's no use tryin'
i always told you you'd get that tiny house one day.
hope this one's cozy.
for mom, first and foremost
special thanks to chris for helping me put all the pieces together
written, produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered in my bedroom
...mostly
call failed produced by kasim rizvi
lif3drink3r produced by toshi & kaito
astralChain, gamzee, and face;Lift produced by afternoon
cover + insert photography by cortez gainey
sanity by cannabis
joy of life provided by team h and co. IYKYK ♡
bandcamp: atlas.bandcamp.com/album/grieving-and-growing-up
spotify: open.spotify.com/album/6QfSUydXrOxyamYNKLQDGL?si=diqQHvd5S-ui_0aQL9GYoQ
soundcloud: soundcloud.com/atlas/sets/grieving-and-growing-up
00:00 - 01. tar pit (demo)
02:21 - 02. eg0
04:23 - 03. mellow/dramatic
06:03 - 04. galactic escape room any% world record holder
06:51 - 05. 4rd eye FULLY open
07:48 - 06. call failed - kasim rizvi
09:10 - 07. lif3drink3r - toshi & kaito
11:25 - 08. steve is quiet
12:40 - 09. frac/tions
16:12 - 10. ekg
18:27 - 11. 0451nterlude
19:18 - 12. 1mm3rs1ve_s1m
22:37 - 13. world's end
23:42 - 14. OUR NEW SUN
26:10 - 15. astralChain - afternoon
28:17 - 16. gamzee - afternoon
29:20 - 17. face;Lift - afternoon
31:29 - 18. even if i wanted
happy birthday mom, miss u
sry 4 the wait, much more on the way soon,,
lyrics:
i'm still sorta unsure what happened
still dial mom's number out of habit
call failed
week left to do taxes
living room, graveyard, amazon package
old mail
same type that stares when i'm outside
late night upstairs on my couch fried
say i don't care much about myself
it's a seperate metric i count by
red wine bleed through the grapevine
sip after sip, get sick of the facetime--hello?
i don’t speak like that
need pitch black nails on the decline, stat
feelin’ like i wobbled out a wormhole
spent a lot of hours clicking circles
young five digit live from the multi
where violence and snide is compulsory
yea yea
vocals by lando & i
produced by lando & i
mastered by biskwiq
cover photo shot by ellie
soundcloud.com/landosmusic
soundcloud.com/biskwiq
instagram.com/efffelll
lyrics:
sunday morning, vacant doorway
wipe the sunlight from your eyes
and trace your favorite constellation
on their skin
overwhelmed by the emotion
watching cogs turn in your mind
you sort of wonder where this wonder
may have been
'cause you're always in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
feeling like a ghost
always in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
trying to let you know
late night when the lights go out
long stares at an old friend's house
feels just like a cheesy movie scene
scan lines on a crt look like
hd when you're next to me, alright
i can see it so clearly
in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
trying to let you know
in between
stuck behind the tv screen
in somebody else's dream
sleeping on the phone
art by twitter.com/KELMIKICo
lyrics:
you hit my line
and say it's alright
i don't ask no questions
just hold on tight
don't wanna know
what keeps you close
what changed your mind
what hurt you most
i'm in your bed
i'm wearing your clothes
it doesn't matter
it's not like you know
that i'm in love
and you're okay
it's way too boring
in this place i stay
change my mind in the morning
break my heart by the time the night ends
said, "it's alright, then?"
i've been waiting for way too long
trying not to break my 0wn heart
break my 0wn heart 💔
uwo
right now, i'm so anxious, i'm lightheaded
with my eyes red
it's so cold in my bedroom
i froze solid in my bed
i'm so anxious, i'm lightheaded
can't see straight
i fell out of your headspace
and fell asleep with my knees scraped
i'm so anxious, i'm lightheaded
with my eyes red
it's so cold in my bedroom
i froze solid in my bed
i'm so anxious, i'm lightheaded
i'm lightheaded
i'm lightheaded
i'm so anxious, i'm lightheaded
change my mind in the morning
break my heart by the time the night ends
said, "it's alright, then?"
i've been waiting for way too long
trying not to break my 0wn heart
break my 0wn heart 💔
uwo
art by twitter.com/5thpwwr
lyrics:
i know u don't see me
u sleep with your eyes open
oh no it just can't be
it can't
i've wasted all my time
on shit that doesn't matter
and now i'm feeling blind
i'm falling into patterns
(x2)
tell me how u rly feel
u know i never grip the steering wheel
i dont rly understand how it works
i want to get better
it's cold in the wintertime
too hot in the summer
u and i, dumb and dumber
when ur not such a bummer
i know u don't see me
u sleep with your eyes open
oh no it just can't be
it can't
i've wasted all my time
on shit that doesn't matter
and now i'm feeling blind
i'm falling into patterns
(x2)
na na na na na
i've wasted all my time
on shit that doesn't matter
and now i'm feeling blind
i'm falling into patterns
(x2)
produced/written by me
mastered by biskwiq
art by skirt
lyrics:
when you're standing at your window in your bathrobe
like you do
like you do
talking to your mother on your cell phone
turning blue
you can't move
she says, "ayla, are you eating like you're supposed to?
tell the truth
i know you"
you wonder if she knows about the old youth
that you knew
what's the use?
i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay awake
i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay away
when you're staring at the ceiling in your bedroom
every night
flickering lights
from the broken bulbs in street lamps that surround you
paint you white
seconds at a time
you face the wall you used to put your back to
scatter lines
pass the time
you feel as though you're trapped inside a vacuum
can't be right
is this really life?
i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay awake
i wonder if there's more out there
nothing really feels quite right these days
ayla, if you hear my voice
promise me you'll stay away
lyrics:
sunlight streaming through the window frame
it's so cliche to say these things
lay with me beneath this summer heat
and forget i said anything
broken bearings
blood on concrete, oh
broken bearings
blood on concrete
we found bowls with coping, smoked bowls to cope
i don't really know what's happening here
my nose met the pavement two hours ago
i woke in a cold sweat, cracking a beer
now we're on the highway, high as we can be
paranoid staring up at the clouds
we left the state with nothing but family
planning to crash on somebody's couch
uwu
uwu
uwu
sunlight streaming through the window frame
it's so cliche to say these things
lay with me beneath this summer heat
and forget i said anything
broken bearings
blood on concrete, oh
broken bearings
blood on concrete
cover photo shot by chris wright
i have a cold
lyrics:
i'm getting sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots
i've even practiced sacrficing bad news to aphrodite statues
antagonized by past dues, i'm camera shy and fat too
diet plan is snack food, banana pies and cashews
the person that i dream to be, i pantomime with tattoos
but even still, i sense the glimmer of my confidence
hiding under ink i got to mimic my accomplishments
they're few and far between, sort of timid in their promises
drowning subtle whispers with the engine of a rocketship
i can't linger any longer in the past
i'm not the person that i was back then
romanticizing everything, the flowers in the grass
were a stepping stone for expressing my love back then
but now i'm jaded as i cautiously detach
from all the people that i loved back then
drowning every issue via vodka from a flask
to think, the only thing i wanted was a hug back then
sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots
lyrics:
when the dialogue
makes you think you're gonna die soon
i don't listen for the dial tone
i just lay alone and cry
'cause there are such sad songs on the radio
and all my old friends are laying low
trying not to be the people they're afraid of
don't you know?
and the centerpiece
is a little bit of everything
this cacophony is deafening
but no one else can seem to hear
when there are such sad songs on your stereo
and all your old friends don't care at all
trying not to fall apart
they can't take it anymore
when the morning comes
and everything is still amiss
you turn your tv on
and then regret it while you sit
'cause there are such sad stories on the morning news
and every death toll takes more from you
there's an armed gunman in the store with you
it seems, oh, it seems
so you go back to bed
and pretend it's all a dream
if you convince yourself
it's only numbers on a screen
then all the fucked up things that keep happening
will feel much less real than they have to be
much less real than they
actually are
mixed by twitter.com/lilpolearm
cover art by twitter.com/drdful
lyrics:
might just have to rip it thru my nose, lickin' on her toes
pull up at her door with hella different color roses
said she wanna go, well where you wanna go?
'cause i'll go anywhere with you i don't care where we goin'
can't delay it, been the greatest, no discussion
topped me by the palm trees, i coconutted
i ain't yo x but i'll still pull up at the function
think i found the formula for stacking up these hundreds
might put bands on my hands like a lobster
in high school, i was getting slammed into lockers
now i'm cool, posing for the gram, check my posture
f's on my tests, bitch i feel like mr. crocker, i'm honored
hit it from the back like a fender bender
yeah, i hit it then i dip like a chicken tender
my wrist iced out like a winter blizzard
life flashing by now, but you don't get the picture
run it like an athlete, fuckin' in the backseat
might just turn this uber ride into a fake taxi
said that gucci drop was hella hard, i had it last week
wavy like i'm max b, you ain't have to ask me
diamonds on diamonds, i feel like steve i had to stack em up
wilin, we wilin, my shawty drippin like an aqueduct
so boofed that i can't move and i'm sad as fuck
still hit her with that pool cue, told her rack 'em up
balling, i'm balling, i'm like mike with the pump fake
versace up on me, i'm flexed up, screaming fuck snakes
designer is fine i could put you in it if you want, babe
giuseppe, she text me, like are you tryna have a lunch date
please, i spill the tea
freshest around like i got the febreeze
head in the ground like an ostrich, you see
if you talk down, you ain't talking to me
'cause i been staring at my pc making beats until my eyes are sore
flexed up, i get more checks than the verizon store
next up, 'cept i'm up now, and it's time for war
competition scared 'cause they know this ain't my final form
cover art by twitter.com/drdful
lyrics:
brand new bag full of dope
brand new all black tesla on the road
brand new iced out wrist, shit's froze
damn dude, get out my dm's, idk, can't stand you
(x2)
i used to get the kicks from payless
now i guess i gotta pay more
'cause we chillin' by the bay shore
with a full course on the main floor
top spot what i aim for
i had the same story and the same lore
but i came up and became more
and you stuck up so you stayed boring
see, when i spot confederate flags
we don't just get 'em and dash
heard that you said i'm a fag
might put your head in a bag
i make the decibels blast
roll with the rebels in masks
devil music, when you stepping to it
like a pedal movement, going seventy, fast
fake friends and amens and and sadness and anger
i glance at mirrors and i see a stranger
all this designer can't make me feel safer
trapped in my bed feeling like i'm in danger
brand new bag full of dope
brand new all black tesla on the road
brand new iced out wrist, shit's froze
damn dude, get out my dm's, idk, can't stand you
(x2)
thank you to charlie for the fantastic verse
http://www.soundcloud.com/youngburial
http://www.twitter.com/youngburial
and thank you to perry for the magnificent art
http://www.twitter.com/welcom2helldude
http://cottoncloudsproductions.tumblr.com
listen on bandcamp: goo.gl/D3DRnb
happy 4/20, go tell somebody you love 'em
art by skirt
twitter.com/skirtsan
discombobulated and they/them mixed by halberd
twitter.com/halberdd
lil polearm up next
lyrics:
it's that awkward diva essence, chronically depressive
stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second
with that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic
if you got me mixed up with all these drama queens
i don't wanna hear that... you can keep that shit at home
rapping in my bedroom... guess i did this shit alone
often too alone, but all these tinder boys are pretty gross
so 'less you tryna go and grab some coffee, please don't hit my phone
lately, that's the only type i've fallen for
frail, tall-ish, nail polish, yeah, i've said it all before
used to grab my daily arizona from the dollar store
and kick it with the homies who don't rly like to call no more
yeah... but i don't call 'em either so it's my fault
slammed my cell receiver on the sidewalk
handle full of ether 'til my mind's gone
you don't need a feature, this is my song
you don't need a feature, this is my song
homie, you don't need a feature, this is...
well, you don't need a feature, this is my song
this is my song... and this
that awkward diva essence, chronically depressive
stop and leave a message or just talk to me a second
with that java bean aesthetic (grinding), probably dyslexic
if you got me mixed up with all these drama queens
(x2)
(pathetic)
p.s. i'm kinda on hiatus i guess
lyrics:
i was 15 reading homestuck on the internet
never smiling, acting edgy, smoking cigarettes
'fore my life had started spinning in a pirouette
i was 15 reading homestuck on the internet
now i'm 20 reading homestuck on the internet
never smiling, acting edgy, never interested
when you talk to me, i'm barely even listening
'cause i'm 20 reading homestuck on the internet
bandcamp: goo.gl/cLjMfj
happy early valentine's day uwu
produced by rook1e and sky.high
mixed by halberd
cover art designed by lando
lyrics:
it feels like i'm skydiving when i text you
rose petals on the floor outside your bedroom
sunshine, whenever you smile, it's the best view
i was at the bottom waiting for a rescue
but now it's like a paradise enveloped in light
everyone's probably aware, but i'ma tell 'em despite
even telling 'em twice, you're a hella delight
you've got a smile like a story that i'd tell every night
and if you're feeling sickly, i'ma break out the campbell's
and make sure you get your hand held damn well
if you can't tell, i'm in a bit of a trance
such a pretty romance, the way it fits in the plans
it's like a sundress on an early afternoon
up next, i'm just curling up with you
no question, i guess that it's the truth
you're just really fuckin' cute
sunshine, i'm watching
through the window
i can hear the birds outside
sunshine, there's something
in the air
i can feel it when you're there
ART BY twitter.com/WavelessNY
listen on soundcloud: goo.gl/CVqKaj
buy on bandcamp: goo.gl/pSfSt4
it's banger season, come ride the wave
LYRICS:
this that laid back, cool shit, speeding past a cruise ship
left you in the past tense, bloody, need a new lip
cool, wrist like alaska, 'cause it's icy tho
we could make you live a half-life like an isotope
i've been drinking alcohol, but i ain't talking isopropyl
feel like i'm about to fall, them bags under my eyes are purple
woah, floor getting slicker with every shot
woah, why you got your britches in a knot?
it's the sicker spitter, hit a lick, and duck off in the dodge
'cept i'm more than likely hoarding someone's blunt in a garage
in the midwest, yeah, it's all a front or a facade
such a bummer to be awful at the only thing you got
but you managing it pretty well, vile with the flow
think it's winterfell, wrist look like a pile of the snow
i don't kiss and tell, if she wanna fly out for a show
then i come and then i go, 'cause i'm always on the road
don't mistake it or hate it, made my plate out of waste
and went to the attic from basement, moving up in my placement
from depressed and complacement to "i'ma flex 'til i change it"
when no one knew what my name was, i still wrote page after page
i suppose that if i make it, then that's why
but i don't really wanna be that guy
yeah, i don't wanna look like the bad guy
but most my competition on standby
so i'ma come thru and then kill and dig into beats
i brag about nothing but make that shit heat
they getting jealous when they listen to me
but speaking back'll get 'em ripped into pieces
pennsylvia to the borderline
from east manhattan to the torrey pines
i'm the central the topic like florida time
and i'm passing if she only sorta fine
and that's that... yeah... fax, no printer shit
finally got some bands but i don't act no different
thinking 'bout the old days... bagged no mistresses
was listening to coldplay... yeah, don't mention it, whatever
credits
bandcamp: goo.gl/eaQ6BZ
merry christmas, friends!
here's some heat
lyrics:
coming up, i never really had shit
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress
no left lane, stuck in slow moving traffic
then i made racks on racks off practice
now everything is perfect, i don't look at price tags
all i do is purchase, remember back in high school
no one liked the gay kid, had to learn to fight soon
all them hicks mad 'cause i turned into a tycoon
now my life a business, i made it off of my own shit
soundcloud check to an iphone 6
flow used to blow like cyclones did
now i'll make your mixtape with my eyes closed, bitch
might pioneer a genre from my bedside
from my bedside
got me feeling sorry for the next guy
better luck next time
coming up, i never really had shit
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress
no left lane, stuck in slow-moving traffic
then i made racks on racks off practice
(x2)
went from an rock band mic to an off-brand mic
to the god damn mic i'm using--stupid
most of y'all cats so clueless--nuisances
stepping in front of my movement--move it
you really gotta believe me
the competition was easy
they came to me with a treaty
i couldn't stress it enough
started out with a message
and turned to local legend
but now it's not even a question
i'm your celebrity crush
labels called it a gamble
they said i'm too much to handle
i couldn't fit on the panel
but now they ready to bluff
cats who used to belittle me
hitting me, say they spitting heat
every one of my enemies
getting left in the dust
that's a promise, i feel so on it
bars rock hard like a god damn onix
most y'all kids need hooked on phonics
every new song's the just the same old garbage
be more honest... honestly, i promise that it's worth it
i remember balancing geometry with wording
i remember practicing through callouses and curses
but now my life feel so god damn perfect
coming up, i never really had shit
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress
no left lane, stuck in slow-moving traffic
then i made racks on racks off practice
(x3)
1:14 - everyday
3:28 - a conversation about identity
5:59 - flower store
8:51 - fan (ghost)
seasonal depression is kicking my ass, so here's some music
cover photo taken by corey "deko" gilbert
bandcamp: goo.gl/92j15J
soundcloud: goo.gl/pa8ZiF
lyrics:
well, holy fucking shit, i'm getting tired of being me
waking up each day is such a fucking chore
drink away the last night's fear and tell you what you want to hear
then lay in bed and be depressed some more
and i keep drinking way too much
and saying things i actually mean
last night i told a room of strangers everything there is to know
about the things that haunt me in my dreams
and i'm sorry
but i don't think i'm ever gonna change
i started going out on walks, and then it started raining
i guess even our climate agrees with me
that i don't deserve happiness or coping mechanisms
i deserve to lay out in the cold and freeze
and that's just fine
i love the colder temperatures i think they're so divine
yeah, that's just fine
i'd rather rest out there than be in here and be alive
'cause i keep getting way too stoned
and worrying my friends with what i say
last week i told my closest pals that i wanted to run away
to portland so that i'd be less afraid
and i'm thinking
it isn't such a bad idea for me
yeah, i'm thinking
that maybe it'd be good for me to leave
download on bandcamp: goo.gl/dwhR89
i just wanna buy you flowers (and also i wanna die a little bit)
cover art drawn by twitter.com/phiIotechnicaI
lyrics:
i wanna work at a flower store
and steal you all the roses that i couldn't afford
i don't know if i wanna live anymore
it all feels the same as it did before
i wanna feel like an open door
a shattered window on your bedroom floor
i don't know who i really am anymore
it all feels the same, but i'm never quite sure
i wanna wait here with bated breath
and cry in the corner while you lay and rest
i can be your shoulder when you feel upset
just lay your head down, honey, please don't fret
i wanna sleep in a stranger's bed
just to overanalyze every word you said
i don't really know if there's anything left
but i don't wanna fall in love, i wanna fall to my death
soundcloud: goo.gl/kXS2dK
bandcamp: goo.gl/hUr3uv
pretty fucking emo so here's this
lyrics:
put up a facade and you saw right through it
told me i was worthless but i already knew it
i don't care how i die as long as i do it
don't care how i die as long as i do it
put up a facade and you saw right through it
told me i was worthless but i already knew it
i don't care how i die as long as i do it
please close your eyes, i don't wanna put you through it
at all
hair in my eyes, i can't see straight
drugs in my veins makes me knees shake
baby, won't you hold my hand while i limp through the hall
feeling trapped in my mind, need an escape
every day is just a mess of depressive episodes
panic in my room over never letting go
singing songs you've never heard about that seven-letter word
this anxiety gon' place me in the wreckage in the snow
i'm tired, so tired all the time
this stress on my back's been severing my spine
no, i'm never doing fine
put up a facade and you saw right through it
told me i was worthless but i already knew it
i don't care how i die as long as i do it
don't care how i die as long as i do it
put up a facade and you saw right through it
told me i was worthless but i already knew it
i don't care how i die as long as i do it
please close your eyes, i don't wanna put you through it
at all
cute trap shit
lyrics:
i'm just tryna hold your hand
put some diamonds on your wrist
got some ice behind my lips
you can feel it when we kiss, wait
(x4)
gas in my lungs, bars in my text files
snuggling a cutie with a name straight out of x-files
can't even pronounce the fuckin' names on my textiles
i just dropped a rack on these lames, i gotta flex now
i might get cash, spit raps
been that, been the best, yeah, whatever
i'm magic, just got my hogwarts
acceptance letter
they asking how i've been
i'm just like, "never better"
cash flow come so steady
like a sturdy boat in the best of weather, oh, my
they paying homage to me soon
my new whip so much knee room
might drop a band on some seafood
and i don't even like seafood
but i sure do like you...
i guess that's what's really matters
make the competition scatter
you say i'm cute, i'm fuckin' flattered, wait
just know that i fuck with you
in fact, i kinda think you dummy cute
(x3)
and if your favorite chip is really bbq
then i'ma grab a few and we can kick it, okay, yeah, peace
i'm just tryna hold your hand
put some diamonds on your wrist
got ice behind my lips
you can feel it when we kiss, wait
(x4)
teatea.bandcamp.com/album/sorry
was sad so i wrote a couple songs
enjoy ♥
produced by soundcloud.com/southvb
more like GAYboy lmao RT
lyrics:
i just want my hand held, i ain't talking gameboys
and i ain't been in magazines, but me and you can play, boy
i'm looking for the same joy, the same touch and smolder
that i get when i lay my head down on your shoulder
that's real... i always wanna know how you feel
you bring me out my great depressions, i think you're the new deal
i'm staring at you in the mirror like fucking blue steel
wide-eyed, smiling, i'm just tryna help your mood heal
so if there's anything that i can do
to help the weaker side of you
just lemme know and i can move
my schedule up and down
i'm sorry if i haven't been
the best at how i'm managing
the problems that i'm handling
my head was in the ground
and truly, it's a miracle
that you are even near me, whether
fruitless or endearing
i'll be happy you're around
and if you're feeling terrible,
your sicknesses unparalled,
your headache is unbearable,
just step into the sound
i don't mind at all
my ibuprofen and my tylenol
are yours at the sound of your sirens' call
'cause i ain't letting you hurt tonight at all
tonight at all
i don't mind at all
my ibuprofen and my tylenol
are yours at the sound of your sirens' call
'cause i ain't letting you hurt tonight at all
tonight at all
youtube.com/c/ollivertheelf
and starring all of my great friends !!!
ukulele by twitter.com/howdyitstiff
art by twitter.com/phiIotechnicaI
"you were my earth"
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background music by bensound.com
- spit some hot bars
- upload to soundcloud
- post link in comments
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$50 PRIZE
bandcamp: http://goo.gl/2PBrTJ
this is a song about dissociating
produced by fats'e
soundcloud.com/youngburial
twitter.com/youngburial
art by ghostly pixels
twitter.com/ghostly_pixels
lyrics:
laying alone, i dissociate
laying alone
i saw a pictureframe
and it turned out to be a mirror
my reflection's so much clearer
when i'm not aware it's me
i saw a maple tree
it was growing in my head
when everybody else was dead
and i climbed up it just to see
i saw myself again
but i stood outside my being
i could understand that being
isn't all there is to be
i see the future now
got too distracted by the present
to remember that my head is
not a vehicle for fear
and it's a long way down if you fall
and it's a long way up if you don't
and it's a long way down if you fall
and it's a long way out, so
i sit in the center
and i ponder my disinterest
for it all
it's a lot easier
to imagine ending things
(to imagine ending things)
when i'm watching myself
from the third person
(from the third person)
it's a lot easier
to imagine changing things
(to imagine changing things)
when i'm watching myself
from the third person
(from the third person)
soundcloud: goo.gl/QoX59C
bandcamp: goo.gl/VZy6gi
lyrics:
halfway down the street from my front porch
i watched you puke
too drunk, passed out, hoping you could find
something to do
i'm so worried
when i see you leave
'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home or not
i'm so worried
when i see you leave
'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home
and maybe it was my fault
so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall
so high, i see the crimson in your eyeballs
i just hope you pick the phone up when i call
and maybe it's the highway
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh
i just hope you listen to me now when i say
i'm not ready to lose you
and maybe it was my fault
so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall
so high, i see the crimson in your eyeballs
i just hope you pick the phone up when i call
and maybe it's the highway
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh
i just hope you listen to me now when i say
i'm not ready to lose you
i'm so worried
when i see you leave
'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home or not
i'm so worried
when i see you leave
'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home
halfway up the block from where you sit
i'm looking weak
back then, past times, you and i would wander
through the streets
i'm so worried
when i see you leave
'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home or not
i'm so worried
when i see you leave
'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home
atlas and no sentences are AWFUL PEOPLE.
soundcloud.com/awfulpeople/hate-to-do
rapperatlas.bandcamp.com/track/hate-to-do
atlas:
twitter.com/waste
soundcloud.com/atlas
no sentences:
twitter.com/breadisnottoast
soundcloud.com/nosentences
lyrics:
we all just awful people, make mistakes and take two
awfully evil, take a step, we hate you
fuck around and make a check to make due
hiding in them tape cassettes you play through
yeah... got an issue, we solve 'em
as quick as we dip like that curb is a slalom
i came out the bottom with urchins and monsters
so if you hate me, it's a personal problem
and half you motherfuckers fake--the rest too
i don't wanna hear it anymore
probably have to pawn your chain when rent's due
kids don't even know what else in store
lemme catch you slipping, lemme catch you lying
lemme catch you saying stupid shit to me
my whole family out here making history
while most y'all names ain't even making it to me
diamonds on me icy, look like crystals when they fucking glint
talk behind my back, i hear you, pussy, you ain't fucking slick
i might just pull up and make a movie with your fucking bitch
indiana jones and the temple of my fucking wrist
iced out... iced out
say the wrong word, knock your lights out
bitch, i'm lit like a lighthouse
on stage, hear 'em scream and they might shout
oh, my god... right now
telling me they need this shit right now
mortal kombat with the fight sound
(mortal kombat with the fight sound)
FIGHT
sincerely, i don't wanna play with you
don't wanna watch all your homies decay with you
don't really know why your bitch even stay with you
prolly gon' leave when she see that the payment's due
i know it's hard to accept and to take the truth
i'm really just trying to be frank with you
it's for the best that you stop 'fore you make me do
something that me and my homies would hate to do
oh, my god, don't wanna play with you
don't wanna watch all your homies decay with you
don't really know why your bitch even stay with you
gon' leave when she see that the payment's due
i know it's hard to accept and to take the truth
i'm really just trying to be frank with you
it's for the best that you stop 'fore you make me do
something that me and my homies would hate to do
something we'd hate to do...
shout out my homie shelby for taking the cover photo
bitch my wrist looks like a fucking glacier
i done killed the game and now it needs a savior
bring it back to life, i feel like brendan fraser
never make mistakes, so i don't need erasers
bitch, you bouta see me take the cup
better pick them cameras up
i hope you filming this
only skill and never luck
run the game and run amok
i hope you feeling this
every color diamond on the chain
my shit looking like a pride parade
smoking loud 'til i'm in hyperspace
i got so much money, think i'm tyra banks
i got so much money i got tired of banks
hundred trillion in a giant safe
couple billion in my hiding place
(underneath my bed, please don't tell the feds)
if you touch my paper, then i'm seeing red
knuckle sandwich on some pita bread
diamonds snowy, i might need a sled
yung sleepy hollow, all i need is head
fuck it, sleep tomorrow, it's a party night
fuck it, i'm the nicest when i'm on the mic
fuck it, i ain't never work a 9 to 5
but i'm on my grind all the fucking time
yeah...
and that's true, if you really wanna talk facts
i don't know why you always gotta talk back
y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch
oh, my god... yeah...
and that's true, if you really wanna talk facts
i don't know why you always gotta talk back
y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch
fuck out my mentions
art by twitter.com/ahahamadork
back at it again
i write inside of the eye of the storm
with a hyphen-divided title that sidles by in the shadows
hyper-drive when you trying to ride beside in the morn
with that iodine on my clothing, i wash it out with the form
no pauses, no breaks, and i don't talk to no fakes no more
they all snakes, no more of that
i could write a gorgeous rap and probably make a quarter sack
but i would rather throw it like a quarterback
motherfuckers hoarded that style, and now they bored of it
i'm bored of y'all, i wish half these cats in my tapestry acted more involved
i wish they'd address me as majesty when i tour the mall
and i wish all the haters that message me could afford it all
it's kinda sad, i don't know what it's like to rhyme that bad
i don't know what it's like to be that kind of mad
i do know what it's like, to sit looking back at the times they had
in passing, but i'm focused on pressing pencil to writing pad aptly
and i don't mean to end abruptly
but i seem to be disgusting all the people here to judge me
and that's lovely, while y'all are obsessing over some painted nails
i'm hopping the safety rails, exiting while the train derails
and this is patience, stale as ever in the passing sense
frail as ever, such a fragile wimp to battle with... yeah
and i don't mean to be a masochist
but after all the shit y'all put me through, i'm kinda glad ya' did
'cause i don't really care for the world these days
the world these days
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves
and everything is dull when the world's such a boring gray
such a boring gray
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves
SHOUTOUT RYAN AKA NO SENTENCES
GUCCI BELT ON MY FOREHEAD
GANG
lyrics:
gold on my body, i feel a spartan
my neck fucking froze like it came from the arctic
yung shark in the water, i swim for my target
i bite on your bitch like a wolf in the harvest
my chain got them rocks like a dig site
my name on the block like i'm selling 'em too
and my gang prolly knock in a fist fight
with that raf on my socks and margelia my shoes
my life is a movie, you stuck in a rerun
i'm so far ahead, none these pussies can keep up
i ball on these hoes at your college like d1
she suck me so quick i might call it a speedrun
812 'til i move out...
keep it 812 'til my friends do, too
saying, 812 'til the benz out
fuck it, 812 'til the iced out coupe, i'm gone
just kidding, i'm back
had to come through, start shitting on tracks
selling mad beats, make a living off rap
but nobody buys yours like digimon packs
and i know it's to hard to hear, but i been the best (been the best)
and i got 'em all running like the fitness test (pacer)
second that they see they chick send a text (send a text)
balling like reggie back in 2006 (pacers)
31, 31, flavors...
i don't give a fuck about your major, man
i'm bouta hit up la like the lakers
got some cuties out in cali tryna take my hand
and it's way too fucking easy, y'all just don't believe me
high school friends gon' call me once i'm on the tv
i don't give a
i don't even pick up, i don't even give 'em cd's
i don't fuck with y'all, and i ain't signing treaties
i don't give a fuck
produced by: www.soundcloud.com/nosentences
made by: www.twitter.com/kuckistan
soundcloud.com/smrtdeath
twitter.com/smrtdeath
i don't know
where i am
i'm searching for something
to replace your hand and
i don't know
where you went
i just want you back
in my arms again
lyrics:
i'm prodding around this vacancy
this empty hole you left in me
i thought i'd fill it soon
with someone else's skin and you would too
i'm sorry for you how feel
i know you see that swerve behind the wheel
you see yourself inside the ground
and i know i can't fix you with sound
but i can try
if you'll open up your eyes
and i'll show you the way i dive
into this ocean of dismay
this terrifying grey in which i sleep
and there's no disguise
i just wait for my demise
as it comes towards me
it can't ignore me...
anymore
and i'll keep losing friends
whether it's to death or to the wind
it's such a passing trend
being a breathing and living person
at least it seems that way these days
with how often my loved ones slip away
i'm growing concerned for my safety...
i hope i'm not next
i'm too scared to die
the concept is frightening
but still i can try
and i hope you're not next
i love you too much
everything you say
i use as a crutch
so open up your eyes
and i'll show you the way i dive
into this ocean of dismay
this terrifying grey in which i sleep
i know the void
all my patience is destroyed
when i start panicking again
and start ignoring all my friends
but i hope i'm not next
i'm too scared to die
the concept is frightening
but still i can try
and i hope you're not next
i love you too much
everything you say
is never enough
enjoy.
soundcloud.com/tea/sets/fog-obscure
teatea.bandcamp.com/album/fog-obscure