1. |
Dreamcast
02:33
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I’m floating in the air
Like I didn’t fucking care
You should’ve see me there
Because I’m never elsewhere
I’m gliding in a Dreamcast
Where I’m dreaming while I’m going way back
If you see me know that I relapsed
All in 3D, gotta catch em right back
I am not a real human
I am not a real human
I am not a real human
I’m floating in the air
I’m not the biggest bird, I’m gliding up nowhere
This is all a dream, just all a program
In my system, I don’t really see them
If you tell me I am trippin', well you reachin'
If you tell me what you listen, just go hear em
I am not here for preachin'
Never had a good reason
I’m gliding in a Dreamcast
Where I’m dreaming while I’m going way back
If you see me know that I relapsed
All in 3D, gotta catch em right back
I am a disappointment
I am a disappointment
I really need to listen
I’m tired of playing pretend
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2. |
Emergency
04:20
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[Part I: Intro]
I just woke up from a dream
It looked like a main menu from a Dreamcast
I don’t know, it wasn’t long
Eh
[Part I: Verse]
All I need is some motivation
Left without help, so I made my own sanction
My only decision is to run it by the station
Life it ain’t no game that you play on PlayStation
Run the underground, made it so adjacent
Gotta thank God that I still made it
Recognize the ones that lost they own lives
RIP to Patrick and RIP to David
Ain’t no signal lights to stop, unexpected things to face with
Haven’t been the same since, but then let’s face it
America’s corrupt, they don’t fuck with the nameless
Whatever people say, changing people yet they hate it
Alone, by myself like February
Life is like a bowl filled with a bunch of berries
Since I was a kid, I was a lone wolf baby
People barely started seeing me, the light that they gave me
If I didn’t do this music shit, I wouldn’t have a spotlight
Dancing under ceilings, burning by the twilight
If I didn’t promote shit, they wouldn’t believe me
But I never left, but DM if you miss me
I know I got some enemies that’s against me
So pucker up boys, you get steamed like a chimney
And watch me pack my stuff to where I left off
And then see the world resolve til the scenes turn to fog, what a wrap
[Part I: Outro]
Welcome to my world
These minds you see, at the moment they all twirl
Under a state of emergency
Lost hope, but eventually I would find it
Not 100 percent effective but I could make history
Wait, but they haven’t spread the alarm yet
Oh wait shi-
[Part II: Speech]
And then there was hope
There was only false hope
Gathered around for an emergency
I said SOS, I need my urgency
None of you ever learn, none of you ever see
When the tables turn, I only get to speak
What only comes out worse turns to a memory
I stay aside with the birds, they pledge allegiance for me
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3. |
On That Note
02:10
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I’m rich and high
Ridin’ with no skateboard, but this time I can fly
Try to come close to me and you’ll see a surprise
Thinking back, on that note, way too young to die
Stand on my money, I’m too high
Feel like Lil Uzi Vert, money change my height
Never took a Uber, scared that they gon collide
Humble for a fit, yeah, split it off like a pie, uh
I’m still rollin in school
I be flexin with 20s, and they all twins too
Pull up with the green, yeah it came with a tool
Poet Laureate, all the poems for the school
They rollin with Kel-Tec’s, diamonds dancin on the stool
I ain’t tryin flex, I’m too busy for the shrooms
And she wanted some sex, she be fuckin with the crew
Bags they come with baguettes, everybody gon drool
Stole your Christmas, I’m the Grinch, you’s a fool
Ain’t tryna neglect, beat you up in a pool
All these regrets that I recall from my doom
All these secrets that I keep in my tomb, yeah
I’m rich and high
Ridin’ with no skateboard, but this time I can fly
Try to come close to me and you’ll see a surprise
Thinking back, on that note, way too young to die
Stand on my money, I’m too high
Feel like Lil Uzi Vert, money change my height
Never took a Uber, scared that they gon collide
Humble for a fit, yeah, split it off like a pie, uh
I’m still rollin in school
I be flexin with 20s, and they all twins too
Pull up with the green, yeah it came with a tool
Poet Laureate, all the poems for the school
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4. |
Winter Green
02:26
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Zone out when I’m down, floating from the ground
Yeah don’t let me down, can’t do this shit right now
I don’t cost a fee, but tell me what you need
I’m getting all the cheese, but it’s weekly
You just be so cold, but maybe hella sweet
Iced my neck, it froze, I’m stuck like Evergreen
Beautiful as snow, yeah yeah, Winter Green
Cold but you glow, yeah, not a green screen
Okay, each day can get so weird, yeah
Nothing that I can fear, yeah
Made it out since last year, yeah
Ain’t old, I don’t like beer, yeah
I’m at my top tier, and I’m geared
I just pull up to a show, and there’s too many phones
Living the moment right here, yeah
This bro think that this is a joke, you a hating hoe, yeah
Then I pick up the phone, asking when you come home, yeah
Feels way too soon when my grandma passed, I might’ve went rogue
High up, so hijacked, when I took the flight to the coast
She was like, kiss me through the phone
Told me all her wishes when we live inside a home
Tryna plan ahead of time, knowing where I would go
Amazed like it’s halftime, I’m glad that I’m not gone, yeah
You just be so cold, but maybe hella sweet
Iced my neck, it froze, I’m stuck like Evergreen
Beautiful as snow, yeah yeah, Winter Green
Cold but you glow, yeah, not a green screen
Okay, each day can get so weird, yeah
Nothing that I can fear, yeah
Made it out since last year, yeah
Ain’t old, I don’t like beer, yeah
I’m at my top tier, and I’m geared
I just pull up to a show, and there’s too many phones
Living the moment right here, yeah
I just pull up to a show, and there’s too many phones
Living the moment right here, yeah
I just pull up to a show, and there’s too many phones
Living the moment right here, yeah
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5. |
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[Verse 1: Surg1]
I just be gaining too much, I doubt that this is a habit
Sippin on a fruit punch, while I’m getting my shit attracted
All of this upcoming money, I just be counting for practice
Own bout all of my shit, never knew what would happen
Got me a backup plan for all of this madness
Takin up the leadership, aye aye I’m the captain
They all jealous of me, so I’m like, bitch what’s crackin’
No one used to liked me, wonder how my rizz just catchin'
I be getting so hot, and I melt down like some ice
Rocking with a chain, this be some breezy, this some ice
Walk into the bank, know that I be busy, not a flight
I be working all day, I be dizzy, but I play it right
Pull up with a twin, I can do this all night
Sacrifices everyday, a man gon die
I’m in a shopping spree, fuck a homicide
And I’m down to my knees, pray against the odds
And you take what is yours, and I take what is mine (And I take what is mine)
All black fits, perfect hits, a mission to stay on my grind
I just count a counterfeit, some more bread just to go buy
I don’t advice for no bitch, I don’t got a lot of time
Break it until I go stitch, just put up what was collide
You can take all of this, but it comes with a price
And I’m screwed up, on the click, starting off with a Sprite
Bitch I’m from Houston, so you know how I go slide
I slap up with the money in the bag when I woke up
I clap that fuckin’ ass with them bags when I go up
Why you just go ask what is swag, I said hol' up
This shit be so sad, catch a catch until you pull up
They askin' where you at, where’s you at, I said wassup
Nah this not no fad like when I bled, it’s a ketchup
I just rather catch what I have, Ash Ketchum
They always stay mad, but I’m not their dad so I left them
I be feeling heat, and it speaks onto my nerves
Ain’t no ice to cool down, bitch I swear I’m turnt
She despite my ass when I was a nag at first
Now she wanna talk, but bitch, she just got curved
[Verse 2: Lav Kazan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, karma a hell of a bitch
Mallwhore slut ‘boutta get finger-banged in the back of Abercrombie & Fitch
I had to get some new friends cause my old ones threw all my shit in a ditch
I ain’t ‘bout no shit drama, degens made me fucking jump off the ship, huh
I got some flows you ain’t heard, huh
I got racks high as the birds, huh
I got more rizz than you, nerd, huh
Fucked your bitch, still got on shirt, huh
Girls on girls on girls, huh
In heat like summer at church, huh
In her like we boutta merge, huh
Then pass her to my bro Surg, huh
She don’t want nobody’s love, she just wanna go shopping then fuck on her plug, huh
I know this bitch is insane, she got razors and knives and a real nice butt, huh
SBG, we come from hell, you know we make an entrance pulling up to the function, huh
We wear designer shit and we pouring this cup, yeah, we make purple potion, huh
Me and Surg1 boutta run up the racks, yeah we making a hit
Popping a perc in the stu’, lil bitch, we’ll be higher than you’ve ever been
Heard a lil boy talking shit, that lil pussy ‘boutta be shot in his grin
And if anyone ask where he been, don’t tell ‘em he’s rotting in an acid bin
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dreams they die when they are mine
While I survive, I do not cry
[Outro: Surg1]
I just be gaining too much, I doubt that this is a habit
Sippin on a fruit punch, while I’m getting my shit attracted
All of this upcoming money, I just be counting for-
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6. |
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Yo, I’m boutta spit some shit real quick
Shoutout Fenix, for real
Man I swear to god, I’m the realest fucker in school
You afraid to play it off but know that I be so cool
I write my own raps with a pad like a mothafuckin' tool
Got some goons from right to left, I am not a fool
Lost some fuckin' hope but finally I’m famous
I just pray like thank God that I made it
I be trappin' in a coupe, made the shades spin
Collecting all my loots like I be fuckin' gamin
I just pull up with a PSP, I be zonin' and I’m faded
I was never a favorite, but know that I be blazin'
This is not my beat but you know how I eat it
If it’s fuckin' trash, restart and then delete it
I’m chubby and it bothers me, I might be so anemic
Bitches in my office, it be like it’s my trap season
Got mah fuckin' whip, I let it flip until I beat it
I be rhymin' wit a flow, and basically I’m speakin'
Got me, myself and I sittin' next to me
Yeah I got this cash in a bag right next to me
Flip a couple racks, not no tax, not no symmetry
I ain’t goin to hell, this ain’t no blasphemy
Goddamn that was fire
Real trap shit, Trapaholics
Shit, I’m like
Was she feelin' me, cause I’m the biggest munch
Ice Spice in my shit like I just let it run
I’m packin' like a punch, cause I never was a punk
Never left a touch, bitch I’m tryna get some
What you finna do, whatever’s back in my trunk
Put you in a basement, dump yo ass in a dump
And your shit is loose, better tuck it up
I ain’t driftin', but I’ve drivin' out for so long
Floatin like a space song, no more time to play along
Pull up with my J’s on, or some fuckin' BAPEs on
I vibe like I’m in a mansion, treat you like you meant it
I just roll my bands in, got a trip to Atlantis
Put up all my effort in, really last minute
Get into my grind, or else I’m so fuckin' finished
I don’t got to problem just to end up as a mimic
All my recent dreams lately they’ve been so vivid
Ooh, thank you Based God, man I got some cooking swag
I got a handful cash just to staff my cookie stash
I got hella swag, my nuts they finna drag
Poke up like a tack, I don’t plan out an attack
I came up with a bag, add it up and then subtract
Forgot I had to give it back, bitch I done relapsed
And I’m finna read it back, man I really need that
I don’t need a kneecap, I’m gonna run a three-pack
And you should know that I ain’t never goin' back
Cause look at where I’m at, the biggest bird gon' attack
Pin my life down, memories they gon attach
I’m running out of sayin', so basically that’s a wrap
So long
And then there was hope, waitin' for me
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7. |
Beach Sands
03:56
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10. |
Maniak Bidness
02:16
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You know how we doin' it over here, yeah
It's that H-Town shit, uh
Houston, we gots a gangsta problem
Man, I be makin' business with the maniac drug dealer, know I'm sayin?
Aye, I be that drug dealer, bitch I go nuts
I'm talkin' 'bout that maniac, that's all I ever crush
Always on my hustle, hell nah I never rush
Quick as fuckin' flash, I'm the lice that never brush
Bitch you better hush, you standin' in my way
Pills and ecstasy, get high before I leave
Left without a trace, as I can't feel my face
Such a trace of the day that had never came
Yeah, bitch
I hold up the strap, as I pull out the gun
Count up my stacks, makin' sure there ain't one none
Fill up my stash, my life has been done
But I never stop dancing, having so much fun
Doin' just what I want
These drugs raising high, on sum sums
Hotter as the fuckin' sun, lay you down so dumb
As I spit up all the fire, finish off with the punch
Bitch
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11. |
Runaway With The Vita
02:08
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14. |
Ketamine (feat. Deadzz)
03:46
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15. |
Broken Dream
06:14
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[Part I]
Damn, word
Alright
Woke up, I just woke up from a dream
I can’t even tell if I’m trippin on the ecstasy
And I swear the odds that my people never failin' me
Floating so high, Breaking Bad, methamphetamine
Limping on a limousine, bleached out like its chlorine
Always switch it up like Denzel Curry, I’m reforming
All of y'all be lames, still and tame, dull and boring
Y’all be switching lanes, never same, be exploring
Surg1 in this bitch, it’s just Surg1 in this shit
I be flicking off my wrist, flip the bird, you suck a dick
I be flicking off my wrist, flip the bird, you suck a dick
I be flicking off my wrist, flip the bird, you suck a dick (Hold up)
Back then I pretend that I was definitely clueless
And my mind was elsewhere, acting all foolish
Now I’m outside, and I be chillin' while I’m coolin'
While expressing all my thoughts making all my music
[Part II]
I’m inside of a broken dream
I don’t remember anything
Life begins after you had the weirdest dream
And sometimes, anyone could be anything
I’m my head, trapped inside of your bed
I can’t regret, I shed a tear, I don’t know what’s next
Came by myself, of what happened to you
It’s gonna happen, but it better not be too soon
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16. |
Persistent Depressive
05:07
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(Surg1 back on the beat!)
I never felt so challenged
and I never felt this way
Persistent Depressive
I’ll never change, anyway
I never felt so challenged
I never felt this way
Persistent Depressive
I’ll never change, anyway
I might fly above
Above the clouds
My hands are tucked and imma fall to the ground
Hey man you need to slow down
Idiot, pipe down
You need to get out
Before the spirits come out
I never felt so challenged
and I never felt this way
Persistent Depressive
I’ll never change, anyway
I never felt so challenged
I never felt this way
Persistent Depressive
I’ll never change, anyway
I shot a hateful amount of my regrets
I stayed way too intact
I saved an angel with my father’s rightful hand
Should’ve known that it’s my bad
Standing in the middle of a lake
I’ll do as long as I can please
Water’s clear so I’ll grab a taste
Until I wait, clean out the disease
How is this fair to you
How is this fair to you
How is this fair to you
I never felt so challenged
and I never felt this way
Persistent Depressive
I’ll never change, anyway
I never felt so challenged
I never felt this way
Persistent Depressive
I’ll never change
I never felt so challenged
and I never felt this way
Persistent Depressive
I’ll never change, anyway
I never felt so challenged
I never felt this way
Persistent Depressive
I’ll never change, anyway
Now I think about it, man
I probably found hope, it was just in me the whole entire time
I guess that's just the point of feeling hopeless
'Cause you don't even know what's gonna happen
I have no idea where to start
'Cause at the end of the day, everything's the same
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I see myself in a cross
Come to find out it was right across
Couldn’t even think a way that I could floss
And my life is lost
My anxiety is so high, so high
I bet you could fly again
And now I overthink everything
Like life is a wedding ring
I hate everybody
Everybody is my enemy
What do you want from me?
I said what do you want from me?
My anxiety is so high, so high
I bet you could fly again
My anxiety is so high, so high
I bet you could fly again
My anxiety is so high, so high
I bet you could fly again
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18. |
And Then There Was Hope
02:45
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Ohhhhhhhh
I’m here for a good time, not a long time (Surg1)
While I still outshine, I’m too in love
I suppose I was on my low
And I saw, there was hope
I see many broken dreams inside of broken screens
I melt away like ice cream, even I scream
When will you help me, I feel so guilty
Sorry it was not helping, I feel empty
I’m here for a good time, not a long time
While I still outshine, I’m too in love
I suppose I was on my low
And I saw, there was hope
Mental state rots away
And I’m not here to stay
Something that’s in the way
Is the things I fucking hate, oh
(Surg1)
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Surg1 Houston, Texas
An experimental artist/producer that just does his own thing. Since 2016.
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