1. |
Intro
02:21
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shoutsout panter, for givin me beats, for gettin me off my ass, to do this shit
i'm still hypomanic, still in a mental circus
but now's recovery time, i'm trynna get better
trynna limit my angry face
idk what you’re gonna do
it’s like i'm fever dreamin, fever dreamin, fever dreamin
doin this cuz i cannot cope with the loneliness, i cannot cope with the loneliness, i cannot cope with the loneliness
my head is fried, my head is fried, my head is fried, my head is fried
I cannot even think straight, cannot even think straight
but I put it together
pieces of the puzzle
yeah I put it together
pieces of the puzzle
everybody tellin me I’m smart
it’s just flattery, flattery
sit back, tuck yourself in
let’s go
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2. |
Recovery
02:34
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(main line):
spent so many years locked down it's like recovery
(backing line):
oh yeah [x many]
no way, no fucking way
go away, go away, go away
let me go, let me go let me go
(outro):
but now i'm back at it
(yeah i'm back)
yeah i'm back from the dead
(hardly breathing)
yeah i'm back on my shit
(baby dick gang)
you know that i cannot quit
(shoutsout zchronik)
but now i'm back at it
(yeah that boy yung zeus)
yeah i'm back from the dead
(you needa come back)
yeah i'm back on my shit
you know that i cannot quit
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3. |
Mental Circus
04:00
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(intro):
idk how it happened bruh the shit just dipped
idc what is clappin bruh i'll flip the script
my stupid hairline is receding bruh i think i need plugs
these floors are so fucking cold i swear we need some rugs
shoutsout panter go panter
(verse):
woke up on the floor on this morning right where i belong
woke up with the shakes this morning i think i need a bong
woke up with 10 missed calls, another day on read
woke up no broken falls i know i'm better off dead
idk how it happened bruh the shit just dipped
idc what is clappin bruh i'll flip the script
my stupid hairline is receding bruh i think i need plugs
these floors are so fucking cold i swear we need some rugs
wintertime no air conditioning we huddle for warmth
summertime no air conditioning gotta strip to the bone
wintertime no air conditioning we huddle for warmth
summertime no air conditioning gotta strip to the bone
these days i'm feeling like et i gotta phone home
right now i'm feeling macaulay caulkin i am home alone
right now i need macaulay caulkin please leave me alone
right now i'm figuring it out don't hit me this is a test
right now i'm figuring it out, flesh wounds on my chest
right now i'm figuring it out don't hit me this is a test
right now i'm figuring it out, flesh wounds on my chest
i am really kidding bruh you know i'm mentally stable
like metallica and lou reed i'm becoming the table
4 legs and some stability, something that i'm not able
ultimately i'm useless; cold, frail and feeble
and it's for that very reason that i'll stand on the steeple
and think about jumping
and think about jumping
and think about jumping
and think about jumping
[x2]
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4. |
Make Graves
02:56
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shoutsout panter go panter woah, yeah
i been making graves
(can u make me a coffee please)
(hook):
i been making graves since i was 14
i been making graves since i was 14
i been making graves since i was 14
i been digging graves, way to throw it all in, aaah
(i been making graves since i was 14)
(i been making graves since i was 14)
(i been making graves since i was 14)
(verse):
and i'm fucking sick of it (for real)
buried my best friend (sheddin tears man)
buried my old self (fuck off stay dead)
buried all loves i had (not really that many tho)
buried all things that... oh shit
walkin down the street listenin to kirblagoop
cryin to myself, rest in peace lil peep (rest in peace bruh, rest in peace bruh)
he's the junkie made it out
didn't really make it out tho ay
7th grade i was young and naive (fuckin idiot)
by grade 10 i was gettin suspended (talk with my hands)
got sick of all the ppl bullying me (seriously fuck all of y'all, still smash you cunts)
so one day i went and upended
saw the motherfucker bleed it didn't bother me it felt good man it was awesome (never got squeamish, blood is cool bruh)
didn't even realise i was bipolar, he was on the ground, i was trynna stomp his head in (wouldn't stop)
ppl had to drag me off it was hilarious (wouldn't stop, wouldn't stop)
he never bothered me again
he didn't learn his lesson... but i learned mine
if you stand up for yourself ppl fall back in line
should've been jailed twice by the time i was 16 (dumb ass shit)
both times got lucky nobody snitched on me (they were scared, they knew what i could do)
have a problem when i switch when i go nuts (nuts, nuts)
mania goin crazy i will kill the cunts (meth, yeeee)
jump on your fucking head while you are out cold (smash, smash, smash)
jump on your fucking head while you are out cold (now you're dead)
(hook)
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shoutsout panter go panter
they'll find your body in the trashbin (trashbin)
chopped into pieces like julienne (julienne)
ashen and cooked like you're well done
call up salt bae the shit needs seasoning (seasoning)
i guess that's what happens when you run your mouth
acting all tough til the shit goes south
at that point you are on south mouth
at that point you are on south mouth (south mouth)
at that point you need your buddies to vouch
at that point you need your buddies to vouch
you are too insecure
like my dad listening to the cure (lost boys)
like my dad listening to chat pile
like my dad listening to the butthole surfers
that shit is all so fugazi (discord records, stupid shit)
only white boys could come up with such a dumb acronym
that shit is so fugazi
shoutsout jello biafra (jello, jello)
shoutsout marx and engels
someone tell me where ayn rand is buried, so i can piss on her grave (someone tell me that)
someone tell me where reagan is buried, so i can piss on his grave (come on tell me that)
someone tell me where thatcher is buried, so i can piss on her grave (come on tell me that)
someone tell me where john howard lives, i've got a flaming shitbag for him
someone tell me where scott morrison, i've got a flaming shitbag for him (burn)
someone tell me where julie bishop lives, i've got a flaming shitbag (burn)
you don't needa tell me where dad lives, i've got a flaming shitbag for him (burn)
i'm not a chaplain, i don't fuck children, shoutsout mike dece (oh lord)
i'm not a chaplain, i don't fuck children
if it's taking this fucking long for your fucking man's christ to cum chances are he's just lost all sensation (oh lord)
shoutsout mike dece
last time i read a book my brain didn't feel an nth this fucking foggy (foggy)
last time i mowed the fucking lawn the grass was so fucking boggy (boggy)
you can call me a wordsmith (genius)
i just say what's on my mind (i'm related to god)
you can call me a turdsmith
lobbing every piece of shit that i can find (i'm related to kanye)
no gloves gang
why commit the crime if you aren't willing to own up to it (pussy, pussy, pussy)
that shit is the pinnacle of cowardice
idk what rhymes with cowardice (shit)
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6. |
Tear it Down
02:37
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damn panter this ones crazy
(intro)
grab it twist it pull it bop it
grab it twist it shove it push it
grab it twist it pull it bop it
(verse)
took a minute to myself
had to think these things out
constantly stressing
mental fog or mental drought
medicate away the pain
idk what sober is
you don't need to remind me
yeah i know just how i twitch
day in day out it is all the same
every day making music every day making games
every day passing blur fade away time ensures
(hook)
tear it tear it down
tear it tear it down
(push it, bop it)
tear it tear it down
(push it, bop it)
tear it tear it down
(grip it, twist it)
(verse 2)
still trynna wake myself (still can't)
still trynna wake myself
idk what sober is
still trynna wake myself
still trynna wake myself
still trynna wake myself
1 o'clock chimes i am getting called in
1 o'clock chimes i am getting called in
1 o'clock chimes i am getting called in
1 o'clock chimes i am getting called in
oh no why me, it can't be happenin again
on no why me, it can't be happenin again
(hook)
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7. |
Loneliness
04:34
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fuck it ugh
bleh, shit
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
wishin this place felt homely
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
wishin this place felt homely
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
swollen lip angelina jolie
i've been fighting too much again, again
you're trynna figure out where i went, where i went, where i went
i went up the block to cop some fent, cop some fent, cop some fent
tonight we're all gonna od
all because of me
tonight we're all gonna od
all because of me
you wanted fucking coke
you're getting fent powder
you wanted fucking coke
you're getting fent powder
you wanted coke
you fucking loser aaah
you wanted coke
you fucking loser aaaah
fuck 350 a gram for rich person crack, that shit is stupid
here have some fent
right up your nostrils
your heart dropping down
thru your ass to the floor, you will not get up
guess it's my turn now
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
wishin this place felt homely
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
wishin this place felt homely
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
guessin it's my turn now
time to od
guess it's my turn now
time to od
guess it's my turn now
it's time to od
man this fent be hitting so good
can't wait til it fuckin kill me
man this fent be hitting so good
can't wait til it fuckin kill me
man i sound selfish
not carin bout any of my friends
man i sound so fucking selfish
just like all your favourite rappers
look at all the money i spend
5 dollars in 1s and 2s
and a couple of 50c pieces
ugh flexing all your wealth pfffft
it's filling a void
you're lonely, you're worthless, you've got nothing to make you feel good, you know you aren't cool
so you buy expensive things, ppl can see what it brings
ppl pay attention to you, but that shit matters little
20 buck tracks, 20 buck tracks, 20 buck tracks
10 buck sweater, 5 buck shoes, you know how i'm feeling, just don't feel better
anything goes, anything goes, anything goes, anything goes
you are no better than me
you are no better than her
you are no better that him
you are no better than them
but you think you are
and you think the shit that you do
is influencing others
shit is fucking stupid
bruh bruh, we stole this land to buy malls? fuck
fuck
people be lookin at us, nah, nah
come help we're on top
shit is so fuckin out of wack
we stole this land to build malls? wtf is that
we stole this land to build malls? wtf is that
you stare down at those using crack, how fucking dumb is that
we're all gonna go the way of mac miller, miller
you know when i pull out the rig, i'm gonna fill her, fill her
bitch your lips look like sausages, you've got too much filler, filler
what the fuck is wrong with your head, you look like phyllis diller
i don't even keep up with modern rap, who the fuck is bryson tiller
man i haven't even heard drake's new album fuck
fuck young thug, fuck drake, fuck
smack you 'cross the chops for being a fucking dickhead
stupid bitch
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
wishin this place felt homely
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
wishin this place felt homely
fuckin hell i'm so lonely
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8. |
Serenity
02:30
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all my happiness found in serenity [x16]
(verse):
i am so sick of this motion
yeah i am wishing for more emotions, fuck
this year i am wishing for more emotions
thinkin bout drowning myself in the ocean
once you sell crack there is no going back
feelin real weird maybe it's the double stack
feelin real weird maybe it's the double stack
just want everything to be played in reverse, yeah
hell fuck it even a pause will do
these days i'm thinkin bout what i'm doin
still not working out the best, still not working out the best
but it's improvement
i feel so fuckin happy
life moves too fast
life moves too slow
there's nowhere to go
guess it's just time to put up with it
put up with it
it's like stasis
feeling nothing at all
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9. |
Ganado
03:23
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you're not on my level
i'm bringing the shovel
i'm stealing your bezel
i'm stealing your bezel
i know i need treatment
chop you up into pieces
mix you in with the cement
no demon
no demon
just cum from the slums
the home of hookers, junkies, bums
here we are we're all best chums
don't need to worry bout no guns
just hands to hands and knives, knives
we go silent, silent
middle fingers up to the police
middle fingers up to everyone who doubted
it's the suicidal goons, bet you we are fucking clouded, clouded
we come after your clique like we have got no fucking purpose
can only run 4 blocks though i smoke too many cigarettes
made some bad choices
made some good choices
mainly bad choices
i think i'm getting better at this rap shit you know
it's weird i'm just styling on the beat and shit
but i'm making it work out, makin it work out
makin it work out, makin it work out
(outro):
hardly speak english
it's not a brain thing, i just have a lot of struggles
with my brain
like i'm not slow at all but like
every time i try to like string a sentence on the go
it's like i'm just putting pieces together in a puzzle
takes me a minute to find where each word goes
had to think out this whole sentence out before i even started talking like man
it's hard
it's why i pause so much, it's why i can't come up with a fast flow fill and shit
it's really that simple
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10. |
Gone Again
03:00
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(intro):
the realest shit
way too real for me
fuck i'm cryin right now
actually fuck, eyes pourin, heart pourin, all of that same shit bro, yeah
i am gone again
(hook):
i am gone again
i am gone again
i am gone again
i am gone again
i took my sertraline
i took my deralin
i took my clonidine
i took my lithium
i am gone again
i am gone again
i am gone again
i am gone again
i've got my knife with me
i've got no way to see
what's right in front of me
but that's okay with me
(verse):
yeah i took my meds
something wrong with my head
i cannot feel a thing
i cannot feel a thing
i cannot feel a thing
i cannot feel a thing
memories of my dad
all the good times we had
all zero of them
all zero of my friends
the ones i can depend
with me until the end
the anger floods my brain
just want to end the pain
put an end to its life
put an end to this strife
but i know that i can't
there's no way that i could
if i could find a way
just know that i would
most days i think bout death
think about that last breath
think about heaven's gates
knowing it's not my fate
i'm the son of the devil
in the darkness i revel
in the violence i fester
my blackened heart i sequester
my goodness lies in a cage
my smile buried beneath rage
my brain is constantly fried
that's why i don't go outside
you should've called man, i'm so fucking lonely
(hook)
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