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you spit but don't cap
I made another dollar just by writing this verse
I know you playing the blame game, I'm bringing my name fame, you lame
'Cause

chances cos I've been crossing the lines but getting paid in advance And man it's damaging help. I've been lending helping hands but I can't stand by myself

a deepened mind
But you ain't even see the signs
I rewind I had to transform my drive just to reach this prime
Aye yo
I'm elevated they devastated they never

When I was a young man
Many years ago
I signed my name on the dotted line
It was a 5 album deal
I figured my fate was sealed
Turns out I only got one

trying to blow up
No love, not even no lust
As you're trying to bust a rhyme. You're out of time, no verse in your mind
Writer's block is a fucking shield

it is really complex,
To all of my homies who got a few bitches
They mess with their minds
And they making em cry,
Album on time so hot you could die,

straight to Coachella
Everything that I drop, man, it turn to platinum Come to think of it, I don't gotta drop a album

I told a young n***a, just listen,

How would you describe the album?

Ballache-pop, or synth music with a sense of humour
It's apocalypse-ready, cold wave club music
Bedroom

the calm rage,
Of being abandoned by your brother,
Or being too candid with your mother,
Telling her things she don't wanna hear,
Knowing that one day she'll

why I get confused when you run from me
That's why when ya world falling down you shelter up under me

That shit be like that some time
By the way I

on Dylan and Mötley Crüe
Some mad amalgam
Try and put out of his mind
This will be heard by no one
Some friends, a stranger oceans away
And maybe his mum

by
Invite her in, with our family
Cause once I realize now, that could be my mother
If one time, unfortunate events took our families out combined
She

all an album
That might even astound
While I start thinking on
What could be my legacy
I'm not making money now
But I could be
By translating my stories

to the couch soon
Take a Valium
But I'm popping em by the mouthful
Got my head spinning
Like I'm stuck on an album
The rem sleep got me tempting
Got me venting

Em' Up and we
Add Em' Up and we Add Em' Up and we
Add Em' Up and we Add Em' Up and we
INSMNC hit me with this had to get up on this
Addition by

dependent on the weather
Toxic smoke up in my lungs, I'll live forever

I'm lost in the streets, now I'm lost in a dream
I've been working on an album with

Album art photography by richrad walsh @ streetshotsphotography.com

kids when we developed a love of music 
We all came from different backgrounds 
Then we all met by chance
We had one goal in mind
Make good music

you're not with me
I can't talk can't breathe
I'm awkward as can be
Spent another night by myself in the basement
Tryna plan this album out got me pacing

First and foremost, I want to start this off by saying thank you to all my fellow listeners
And anybody that's been supporting me throughout my

and I get em
Writing new verse and I kill em
Killing the hate in the building

I make em' panic
Hide in this shit by myself
I don't do well with

leave you alone...



I love you still
But I know I must move on
Carry on says the world
But I can't believe you're gone
Carry on says my mind
But my

Pick up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Depeche Mode
Personal Jesus
Violator album

Adjusting his tie, the sweat had begun to pool in all

to me lil fella
Reach for my ice leave him cold like December
We are not the same I reach my goals by January
You copy my swag you is a canary
I bet that