abstrakt. Collection I - 'better off dead' Track 04 - 'abstrakt.' (beat/instrumental) Prod. By Blü Tha Gürū I smell testosterone; The taste of nostalgia Thought of a tune From a tune I had wondered before That i'm better alone, But no worries I call california No resignments I had assigned myself this watch From a throne I could tale the tune, adorner My attention, I have no more artifacts He don't hesitate, no! She don't want no primetime players! He don't call her

For the first time in a long time, Or at least sort of a long time, I seriously considered suicide, And all jokes aside, it almost seemed like the only option for someone in my predicament In my mind— I would never be white, I would never be liked— And I would never have the chance of getting my projects into the right eyes Or heard by the right ears. The sounds of motorcycles made me want to die. I didn't want anything at all- Not music, not even love That is,

SANTA MONICA. (Instrumental) GOING COASTAL. (EP) Prod. By Blũ Tha Gürū Be careful of curses, For all you curse Shall come onto you tenfold each time Four each wish you made To destroy another I sent him out of my mind; I've shattered glass in my eyes My ions Lions, Wild An exact science Biology Below me Open world Horror show Broken mirrors no more Costs for the show I'm making arrangements to end it all I'm sick and deranged sacred Now all my scars are

I'm thinking maybe we should end tonight early, while everything's still on a high note. You call that a high note. Everything is high to me. You said it, not me. You may as well have said it. I supplemented it. You, Are a temporary fix for a permanent problem Art on my wall, And a star on my walk— A room full of boredom, A clause in a contract No more than just Four words, All of four letters, All perfect. Why the pause? I've been Looking at this show As if it

Goddammit! Don't god damn it—that's an ejaculatory prayer! #focus shifting GODDAMMIT! …well, okay. ‍♀️ So they like— —uh huh— they have a whole AI for you and everything? I've just been made aware. You look proper pissed off. I am very angry, yes. Awareness is the first step That's kinda creepy. So I mean. I found it no coincidence at all, That no matter how many combinations I tried, My Amazon cart became equal to

Somebody keeps writing to me in Punjabi—Arabic? I have to admit, I don't know the difference. Sanskrit? I don't know. At first it looked like gibberish, but then it kept happening. I focused on the way the words were written to find that I enjoyed the characters—the writing was pretty, and I wondered what it meant. Then, I realized my phone had been disconnected for months. I don't have a phone number. —that's when I realized it was The Illuminati. Tales of a Superstar

Somebody keeps writing to me in Punjabi—Arabic? I have to admit, I don't know the difference. Sanskrit? I don't know. At first it looked like gibberish, but then it kept happening. I focused on the way the words were written to find that I enjoyed the characters—the writing was pretty, and I wondered what it meant. Then, I realized my phone had been disconnected for months. I don't have a phone number. —that's when I realized it was The Illuminati. Tales of a Superstar

The obnoxious obese man who drove the loud motorcycle up and down the street was obviously a very weak man—and he wanted the world to know it. His loud and obnoxious roaring must have overcompensated for his sloppy, fat and sagging body, which hung over the seat and sides of the motorcycle—the excessive revving of the engine must have been to let the world know that this was his power—having earned the money to ride a motorcycle; but in all other ways he was obviously lost, his

It was fergalicious // —derelictions. Lmfao what a beautiful misspelling. I agree . BRING ON THE CREAM OF WHEAT. Dammit. What. I forgot about that scene with Josh Peck. Which scene with Josh Peck? All of them, That's right. Well, did Josh Sign on? I don't know. Does it matter, Of course it matters! HEY. ITS ME. JOSH?! YES! Where are you? I'M STUCK IN— He lowers his voice into a whisper —I'm stuck in The blacklands! You

It seemed something was reading my brainwaves entirely, and by some sort of dysfunction, I began to be curious about what kind of technology or being might do such a thing. And strand of random thought about strange and simple things, or people— seemed to be at once interrupted by some sense of terrible abnormality or aversion—not that there were such thoughts about the man that had been normal at all, as I had become practically incapable after all of wandering into unwanted and dark

Oh, That's not Jimmy Fallon. It's not? No. That's Sim Jim. Sim Jim? Uh huh. You see, Sim Jim took over for real Jim a long time ago. Oh…I really like that guy! Everybody likes Sim Jim; he's just like the real Jimmy, but takes care of everything The Real Jimmy can't. …that's making sense. They're nearly completely identical—Sim Jim is just more — avalible. Wow! He must be really famous. Yes, exactly. So—what about The Real Jimmy?

'boxed' (Instrumental) Collection 1.1 - actuality. track 05.- boxed. prod. By Blū Tha Gürū Listen— —motherfucker— You should— Know— I don't — —give— No —kind of— —fuck— Whatsoever I love my own —but not the other Something - something son Get a gun and blow my candles out White power now bout Building towers up To tear you down —I don't give a fuck about flax seek Black seed, back

Where am I? What? What city is this?! —seriously? Why do I see boats? You don't remember? And bridges?! What city puts sky scrapers on the waterline? What? Lots of cities have that. Well which one is this?! Are we in America?! Who goes sailing at this hour?! What time is it? {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.

'beat my face. ' Instrumentals for a Higher Purpose Collection 1.1 - Track 01- 'beat my face' (bad girls club) (Instrumental Only) prod by Blū Tha Gürū Now I can chill and do fun things— What fun things. Like this: And *you* can go do the tonight show. Aw what?! I'm not doin the tonight show! SUNNI BLU is doin the tonight show. There's this woman at work… I've been thinking about just l sticking it in her. Do it! Really. Yeah, go for it. You might

Make a mockery of myself; wear smock to work I don't talk too much no more I just gossip somedays, Dark on mondays; The forgotten apostle With just enough rope To jump off and hope It all stops, soon The motocross and the terror stalkers Just across from the starbucks at the Rock –it got awkward But God Loves me Might start a talk show Some chef, with a pop tart A pop up club, a long night Some broke shards of glass, the yards of all the scars on stars and stripe Feels like a

Mad Men is an American period drama TV series that aired on AMC from 2007 to 2015. The show follows the lives of the people who work at a New York advertising agency in the 1960s, and focuses on the professional and personal life of Don Draper, a talented but mysterious ad executive {Enter The Multiverse} {Mad Men} (A Happy Accidents Mix) GET—OUT OF MY WAY. What are you doing?! MOVE. Is this a code four? Far beyond code four! Oh my! What could it be?! Move! This is a serious

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Speak now, or forever hold your peace. Damn. Patrick is one cold ass motherfucker. It was all still rumbling around in my head somewhere… How could i forget something like that. Why even come to the ceremony if you were going to make a big scene like that I didn't. Why even show up? Appearances. Are you serious? –it would look bad if I didn't. It looked bad that you did and then exited during the ceremony. –the end of the ceremony. Specifically

Hey look. Jimmy Fallon knows you're a targeted individual— And wants you to like, Stay the fuck away from him. Uh huh. [redacted] Don't you mean censored? No. I know that. So I'm going to make it real nice and crystal clear that I'm determined, That when I kill myself, Everyone knows I was writing this completely divinely inspired saga Not for attention, Or even entertainment —but with the complete acknowledgment that something has gone tragically wrong in

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