I couldn’t keep the bars handled so swinging was the motive that lurked in the alternative, silent smirk as the trauma gets unearthed, the stars grace the dresser like which wardrobe was flimsy/ Another shirt to keep me from missing the hurdle, quick trip, small spurts was how I spoke, only kidding the authentic and envied/ Don’t let rage write your little journals, those poems and lost qualms fit better with whiskey/ No approval for the old little boy is just another urgent glimpse, built bricks to merge like a fast car to a turtle, now you can’t even fix yourself to sound convincing
Thug life, Tony hawks Underground, What a game to show the grind, And not by all the tricks and sounds. But by how you have to climb, The ladder, sometimes hit the ground. Cuz business know the latter, Knows the system likes to hold you down.
Trust your gut It knows what you can and can’t stomach Self sabotage cause it’s less a fall to plummet From three floors up than from the summit Could get fresh but imma bum it It ain’t much left to say, fam, to sum it up I’m losing my grip Tryna grab onto something, anything The end is all there is the end Head down Don’t know where imma head now
Life been kicking me lately I must be fashionable, Fingers been slipping you just now reporting, It’s not the triggers fault even though it was the cause, The operator just hanging up his coat, Ain’t expect the one way track to come with such tough choices, They must of just updated, Or with a little push I’ve become open minded, I knew the cap had something In store for me, The clouds ain’t so bad actually, The ceiling is where they gone find my thoughts sticking casually, Saying we scared of heights catch us, Great fully that’s not my current reality, Sadly a lotta mourners is exhausted from finding it’s happening closer to home then they want, Hope I help a lump sum with a way out through this art, A splash of color could light the whole tunnel we walked, Peace for the Downy’s, Grief for the Causers, And R.I.P to the ones who’re the first to make it out, Wait for us when we eventually get off at the train stop, Luv the beat ❤
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You’re my favorite producer ever dawg. Been listening to UA-cam beats since 2014. You’re different .
Becoming one of those producers that creates something that allows me to flow and freestyle a beautiful song. Love this
🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
is that thee sacred souls?? bro this is legendary
All of you beats are diamond so far, not one missed 🔥🔥
There’s some that are 💩
Dope asf
I couldn’t keep the bars handled so swinging was the motive that lurked in the alternative, silent smirk as the trauma gets unearthed, the stars grace the dresser like which wardrobe was flimsy/ Another shirt to keep me from missing the hurdle, quick trip, small spurts was how I spoke, only kidding the authentic and envied/ Don’t let rage write your little journals, those poems and lost qualms fit better with whiskey/ No approval for the old little boy is just another urgent glimpse, built bricks to merge like a fast car to a turtle, now you can’t even fix yourself to sound convincing
Dude this is fucking awesome, never stop
NEVAAA
Idk that wintersolstice dude kinda killed it
gorgeous.
Like u
Thug life,
Tony hawks Underground,
What a game to show the grind,
And not by all the tricks and sounds.
But by how you have to climb,
The ladder, sometimes hit the ground.
Cuz business know the latter,
Knows the system likes to hold you down.
how much u trusting
Still tryna get attuned
Yo u ever get that roland sp?
☺️ si
dope
Trust your gut
It knows what you can and can’t stomach
Self sabotage cause it’s less a fall to plummet
From three floors up than from the summit
Could get fresh but imma bum it
It ain’t much left to say, fam, to sum it up
I’m losing my grip
Tryna grab onto something, anything
The end is all there is the end
Head down
Don’t know where imma head now
What software do u use 👀
The able
@@Ghowste of TONSSSS
nice
😮😮😮😮😮
😬
HAAARD
Soft 😬
Saving up the dough to get a custom track by you Mr. Ghowste 😅😅😅
👀
Life been kicking me lately I must be fashionable,
Fingers been slipping you just now reporting,
It’s not the triggers fault even though it was the cause,
The operator just hanging up his coat,
Ain’t expect the one way track to come with such tough choices,
They must of just updated,
Or with a little push I’ve become open minded,
I knew the cap had something In store for me,
The clouds ain’t so bad actually,
The ceiling is where they gone find my thoughts sticking casually,
Saying we scared of heights catch us,
Great fully that’s not my current reality,
Sadly a lotta mourners is exhausted from finding it’s happening closer to home then they want,
Hope I help a lump sum with a way out through this art,
A splash of color could light the whole tunnel we walked,
Peace for the Downy’s,
Grief for the Causers,
And R.I.P to the ones who’re the first to make it out,
Wait for us when we eventually get off at the train stop,
Luv the beat ❤
sample name?
🤷🏾♂️🤷🏾♂️
Let’s WOk
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