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1.	action/reaction 01:40	lyrics
I’ve made a thousand fake gateways through gorilla mail Beluga whale how i can only sleep in my cold shell You may follow my coattails but you could never dawn the jacket Got a couple matches for when i relapse bury the hatchet I ghostwrite for myself, i don’t want to live these lives Continuously vilify the ins and outs of trembled eyes Give me three depressive episodes, ill pen and Pad a classic Every action has a reaction mine isn’t valid. My father taught me how to keep my hands closed To only owe whats been showed, stow what has been stolen. My mother taught me clouded transparency The art of being truthful while withholding said rarities. useful skills. My thoughts are filled with sindels. Cry crawling from their entrails. I often wonder what that entails. My therapist says i must sleep well. Every action has a reaction Mine aren’t as valid
2.	intestines 03:42	lyrics
i’m in an uber listening to dose one and alias want to slow down but i’m in a different mindset brain sweats versus money quests i suppose i’m a little biased any means necessary to royalty strong resemblance to papyrus my stomach contracts as my head knocks back the road is fort knox deadlocked traffic all the way back to atlantis stress eats away at my inner lining the quintessential meal of fine dining anxiety has me lying to not worry and scare my isleys my baby lays beside me her breathing helps me stay grounded in my sleep beads of sweat occupy rent space on my forehead freeloading bastards never pay before the deadline tattoo of i’m fine resides below intestines the swine of the burning state on stage with blades to paint the stains If i die i used my intestines as the noose Got a cup of 40 proof To help me sleep underneath this roof I can’t seem to lay and dream Brain just opens us and screams Every scene destroying seems Of this thread they call 18 The bathroom floor and i are engaged in holy Matrimony With no pastor just solemn groaning A dress made of follicles of hair I’ve ripped From the stems The smile on her face is a reflection from my Eyes We share the same cleft in our chins, bound By birthmarks I can smell her estrogen radiating from her oily Skin Our knuckles have seen the same days, Walked the same nights Both have had our bones rattlesnake that of An abacus Tragic be our backgrounds, but love is how we Connect now I reach for her hand and i say i do, she mutters Back a growl My thoughts perplexed i wonder where my Lovely bride dispersed The church vacant all left a young me Bible verses well rehearsed Knees quivering arms shivering Staring down the wall like minimenter The great inventor of the shame depicter For i couldn't tell if i was wading through the Sands Or if these are gods reprimands One day ill see where the wheel lands If i die i used my intestines as the noose Got a cup of 40 proof To help me sleep underneath this roof I can’t seem to lay and dream Brain just opens us and screams Every scene destroying seems Of this thread they call 18
3.	balls and my word 02:32	lyrics
all ive got is my balls and my word feeling like the infinity saga ten years from now i’ll be chilling sipping pina coladas gripping the prada acting like i need that shit real men get chubby on an island and shit right now i’m worrying how much money i get so my children don’t gotta worry if the plumbing is fixed i’m icy in some ugg boots bitch i could be styling in some motherfucking bug boots bitch hairy as a bug bear how i like my steak and pussy? rare men and women give stares when i’m walking blasting isaiah rashad give peace to my brothers times are hard we gonna make it pass the broke debit cards part time jobs i don’t care if you are in the squad you got heart only us and our scars can surpass these walls men and women drop draws just to watch the god grew new claws coming out the octagon all ive got is my balls and my word, shit coming out your mouth sounding absurd walk around let my nuts hang cock hung like a mustang confidence make the sluts change catch me getting top at the gun range hitting on a young dame every girl needs a daddy catch me and q playing caddy knee deep in the valley from the coachella valley i’m prone to the heat everytime i speak bitches knees get weak shake rattle roll like i’m road dogg bellin through the motherfucking street y’all i was 13 when my stomach was a basket ball 18 i want to jump in my casket y’all you don’t know how long it took to get this far alive so advanced i’m back from the future like marty mcfly i am a poltergeist, you ain’t half as nice your life has a price, mine lasts to the afterlife balls and my word, shit coming out your mouth sounding absurd
4.	freezing arrangements (feat. URSUS.) 03:07	lyrics
you wouldn’t know what I’ve been through even if i told you assume each morsel is that of only a torso mine scarred with stretch marks, passed down scars none of your so called stars could surpass whats ours i use a bottle of jack to coddle the crash end up falling back but thats neither this nor that my lungs stay the color of automotive scrap these are thoughts i parade pacing through the laundromat freezing arrangements while i’m freezing arrangements losing the money I’ve been saving i don’t remember how my day is faces I’ve mistaken for those of past placements i crave what i can’t have, but ill do anything to have a taste i always make a mess of the way i decompress caress my ladys head to stop myself from becoming mislead you’re afraid your idols will crumble and it fills you with dread i can’t meet my idols till i’m dead. Killing all my idols to the day im fucking dead I’m killing all idols till the day I’m fucking dead Appointing people always leaves me wishing we have never met Chasing butterflies afraid I’ll get caught up in the net I’m on the web looking into ROIs on my degree I know I’m getting scammed but my idols told me not to leave My tummy turning everyday I’m not catching a lead I’m not catching a break I got no money in the bank I gotta pay for all this shit these idols take for goodness sakes Rewarding only those who come prepared without mistakes Like two bullets in the brain they boots stomping on our necks One miscalculation then the people take their breath With all these distractions we come acquainted with death All this information accessed don’t mean shit to me Cuz none of your hero’s ever writ to me Never put me on the pedestal my shit not clean Few people be supporting but I claim that scene Killing all my idols to the day im fucking dead
5.	won't hesitate 01:49	lyrics
how could i not fuck your bitch tonight fuck your bitch tonight climb in that make her mine climb in that make her mine one word and she coming home cock long like rosetta stone ate my veggies bitch you bet I’m grown my heartbeat is a metronome pop was a rolling stone in more than one way born in the sand ima die in LA grew gills in a land that was partial to rain marks etched into my skin ruined by the sun rays won’t hesitate to silence a shout so quiet it down or there will be only one like connor mccloud. put my palm to the ground it start shaking like I’m Dk jamican Djs stop and scream pon de replay I’m a fat belly boy you best believe that my 2 sacks got more tea than you lads my bitch got more ass than nicki massive attack so try and relax let me work my magic how could i not fuck your bitch tonight fuck your bitch tonight climb in that make her mine climb in that make her mine
6.	trip 01:05	lyrics
pretty blue eyes hit me like the swine flu teeth yellow days of marlboro and hi chew friends call me the main man, caveman every track i mix is a rain dance feel like dame dash after the plane crash or when dirty harry killed a gang with the same mag, i can’t decide my brain compares wine and pesticides as their alike wind chimes play in my mind both day and night kid cudi never hit me as much as earl did. my myself and i, and the bourbon. my lady keeps pressing me to flourish. be something. can’t get away from this room, the metronomes humming. the metronomes numbing. the phreromomes stunted. hopeless romance bubbling. crumbling. dusting off old lyrics hoping to find substance. i could use some assis,tance. could do with a trip.
7.	bay leaves 01:11	lyrics
i smoke bay leafs since the internet told me so my marlboros are the blood thats pumped after you overdose chris farley wasn’t happy hardly a commonality not too far from the apple tree if i make it to 33 dadll be proud of me you aren’t the first person to ask me to think rationally i bask in the rays that is my rage of self hatred my reflection in the mirror frowns back in distaste the only reason i keep writing is the hope that theres a final boss at the end, an m bison a sham kahn would make up for all these battle scars a trampled pawn masqueraded as a person that he’s not ---- broke my heart more times than he forgot that the view inside his eyes made my insides twist and rot i try and dread not trap myself in a head lock spend it all on a wristwatch just to have the noises stop

about

whose's first solo project, and the first of the first campaign, 1/3. made across a time span of around a year and a half, containing gritty, abnormal, hard hitting bass/synth production.

'i was having numerous issues figuring out how to track the album, as the songs just didn't fit together to me. the garage (lovingly) threatened me that if i didn't put the album out before that year's wasteland weekend, they would each line up and take a stab at kicking me square in the crotch. got it out 8 days before the event. grateful.'

notable tracks:
balls and my word
Intestines

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released September 18, 2019

all tracks produced, mixed, and mastered by whose.
written by whose and listed feature (URSUS.)

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