ovrkast x earl sweatshirt type beat "sad"

everytime you post i smile dude

holding me back,
you cause problems,
pick it up fix the stack,
another nigga who mix the black,
cancer in my lungs,
ciggerates and guns,
old age keeping me caged just for fun,
voices speak louder than drums,
hit harder than the punches daddy throw,
leave me discarded, lost another day to go,
another motion, got no self care,
fuck lotion, i dont want help,
Still cry bout it when no niggas around,
so i cry till the sound, starts to drown.

sound selection always on point

you're built different homie

this one is absolutely crazy bonkers bruh idek how to catch the beat it its so fye

Drum work is insanee!🔥🔥🔥

This one gave me chills immediately your ability to convey emotion through your sounds is unparalleled bro you a real one of one

smooth

😔

ironic the way that my anti drug press led me to what's pressed,
i just caught word that unc died from fent that was pressed, crushed up and snorted ash,
smoked an 8th before the wake, i couldn't look nobody in the face,
found my mind overpowered by stressors hidden in masks, everybody robs me of what i had,
hid the mic like i was tapped, the cash bleeding through my wallets gash,
nothing sanitary, the wound puss filled,
the dust never settled,
its been war since i found out i was a target in their battle,
and since then i never fell to my knees,
i stood tall through my own grief-
stand on me.

i don't fear no man beside myself because i control where i'm headed,
paved the alley i'm destined, because to tell the truth to you,
your mans don't know me,
never came up with me, never spoke till recent, a talk don't make us homies,
paved the alley i'm destined, to tell the truth to you,
your mans don't know me-

killing time for my reckoning,
typing up a storm out of boredom for nothing,

i used to talk to her, faith wasn't stable, it hurt, i found it annoying,
the potency of the mix left her crying on her knees, i found myself enjoying,
i did because it i loved it, it hurt her but was worth destroying,
traitors shot down before they could apologize, left it with a nose bleed,
rather watch it soak they clothes as they ran down the stampede,
head drama popped, watch them shift and lock at full speed,
and pray to god that i don't find that motherfucker-
that man don't know me.

i don't fear no man beside myself because i control where i'm headed,
paved the alley i'm destined, because to tell the truth to you,
your mans don't know me,
never came up with me, never spoke till recent, a talk don't make us homies,
paved the alley i'm destined, to tell the truth to you,
your mans don't know me.

The knock of the snare/click is hypnotizing... the feels may be sad, but youve provided at least one smile withit. It sounds sad, and trapped within that sadness because of the repitition, and the almost Mind enveloping tone. Stay safe, and spread your emotions thru sound. 👐🏽🤓

DON’T BE SAD. JESUS GOT YOU👻