Welcome to Octobre Lyrics Burnt batch of buds Makes less stacks than bug snacks not my first shit storm Clothes torn let’s peddle back Wallflower Wait until I bloom like shrooms Better too late than too soon Head to my room Let’s see Loves to watch movies Turning on the Goonies Social reject I'm from the clearance bin of loonies, (loonies) Welcome to the sandbox For your god complex Burned every shop to the ground Ok what's next *chorus* You in pain Sorry man We just want the money Off the walls Got the Gaul Actin like we funny Hit the floor Out the door Shoot until it’s over Small town Big plans Welcome to Octobre Now I'm just trying to survive Like I'm playing halo reach But I'm ditching the controllers Hand to hand, y'all fuckers weak With this one-two SLAP To the side of ya noggin With the boys fighting batman and robin My voice almost just as high as meee Runnin through the city Tryna be the man to be Showing off my skills So I don't have to duck a weave Coughing clouds and wildin’ out Please Give me a sec to breath And whatever keeps me mellow man This world kinda mean When you 18 Tryna get exposure Cause my brain fuckin me over Lost memories And your worst pet peeves Without closure Here's a warm welcome to octobre

Y'know I make some lofi shit some hip hop stuff, whatever, and uh oh yea. I also uh I keep it mothafucking loud When I rock shit And I've been flying in the clouds Up in this bitch Now listen to me Going 60 Over 30 On I-75 I'm a catboy using all 9 lives Get away from me Eliminate your gene pool Resurrect the dead As if I'm visiting tom fool Free my mans I understand A mans a dollar Working by the hour Blooming like a flower Auta make a man feel mellow I fuel your ego But only he knows What he knows Please bring me back one more time Living your life it's better yours than mine Try me two times I guess we’ll see worlds collide And I don't have too many options And I ain't rushing but I really wanna drop shit So I'm just writing down a whole bunch of nonsense seeing what sticks But nothing working cause I'm real fuckin thick bitch it's sam swaws Now switch the beat Sit on the couch Take a seat man im tryna Mellow out I’ve got no more time For this bullshit man c’mon *verse 2* And fuck the big boys in suits man Gotta look professional for all this corruption Viacom, wonder brothers, space jam, All these mother fuckers know Bitch I'm the grand slam I've been tearing at the seems See my eyes gleaming Naw I’m just yawning Naw my eyes water Naw I’m just tired Naw man my desires They ain’t shit in this obituary Welcome to the graveyard That’s a little unnecessary Shit Where the fuck you been I've been tryna crawl my way Up out the loony bin Picking roses and flower Can do this shit for hours I think that's just who I truly am Danm, that's it for me I ain't get many tips for my payroll I'm working for days Bitch this shit is a spiral But it's hard these days For friends of mine to be fine So let's switch the beat one more time Bitch it's sam swaws

Oh won't you look at yourself You're all undone The situations Just tearing you apart now And all your mortal days Just seem to fly by Just try to laugh it off And wave your friends goodbye I see their eyes when they pass me Keep in mind with my fashion I have a toxic relationship With types of attention I'm not too sure what to call it If it's Passion or obsession Maybe I'm no exception addictions and stereotypes I got no trust in myself or what people tell me Id rot till dusk, give no fucks Till it starts hailing Treat y'all like shit until Realization empales me I see through lies that I made up With my third eye and this make-up *samples plays* I must just be Asking for attention My eyes stuck in the stars My wings too close to the sun Who knew I'd make it this far Not much longer till my wings done These wings And or my fashion Designed for Public reaction Nah I dont care what you think But mad opinions are massive So I’m tweaking instrumentals I'm tweaking up in my mental The time never stops ticking And ticked is all that is sticking My coping style is joking Lost passion for that too Dread seems to hit on queue 12 o'clock when it ensues But next month'll be the same game Sinor year’ll disappear and ill end up on the streets Expectations getting higher till I reach my peak And I'll remember when they called me weak I promise to be what you want I promise for everyone else (choir) I promise to be who you need We’ve seen how far the apple fell (choir) Whatever it takes to be pleased I wonder how well this will sell (choir) Yellow lips with my blue face Can't wait for my red legs to go to waist Can't wait for everyone to just go away No come back everyone gon' be here to stay I'm not shy perse I just don't think anyone wanna hear what I gotta say I Just Want To Be Held Closer I Just Want-ed To feel Warm-er I Don't Want To Be Cold Any-more I just want to be held closer

Been tryna call you a trillion times but your bitch ass don’t answer (Uuuuuh) Goofy dude prowling on ya like my names pink panther (what?) I’m not undecided bitch, I know who you hustlin’ with I take that fucka Tomfool and show him where the exit is! (no you in doing shit to tom tom) Oh what’s that, I can’t hear dudes Over the cheers of all these voices telling me to kill you You better hope I never get out these god damn jail bars They call me john McTenon cause I’m making fuckas die hard And I don’t wanna make immense The frosty boys ain’t gone do shit by the time I’m done with them How do I get sloppy top with all this fuckin brain matter Now your madder I’m a bastard Getting flattered Flabber gasted Cause I’m tattered up Make a joke now man I guarantee you won’t be laughing, hanging from the ceiling fan

Preachers wanna preach All they wanna do is beef with me Good grief, clacking of my teeth Got me tweakin homie Take it to the grave, id say Wouldn't worry bout it Back of my brain I wonder what's it his that makes me solid I’m the only mother fucker here to blame Since first grade Parents worst nightmare What a shame When my clothes lacking And I’m skinny so my clothes don't fit me Everybody laughing Or judging like ‘The fuck is with this kid’ But I can take the fuckin trash out Filter through my life So I don’t fucking throw my back out Tryna carry conversations I don’t know what they about Been this independent Since the bear in the big blue house I should go back to therapy My temper gets worse Ain’t no one will wanna fuck with me Worries upon worried Bout the fuck they really think about me Curry copy But I ain’t gon stop until the fat lady Belch from the rooftops Been on that shit since doo ap I felt that shit like Maybe I'll tell people I make hip hop Polish my shit like shoe shops Can't stop Already less than average You know what your problem is? I wish I gave a shit about it I wish my album was my greatest concern I wish my life had direction when I walk into work And when the world sees me out there see that I’m about that And maybe if I’m lucky muster more than a golf clap I should be going home… Or maybe let go of the wheel and just forget about it Street lights getting dimmer And the tunnel getting thinner And the only thing I muster Are the lyrics from this bummer Not a song Nor a poem Just a sick rant About the reasons I’m stuck And about my memory that sucks And it ain’t take that much to please me I’m a simple man Or maybe not a man at all Talk about me if you have the Gaul Talk about me I don’t care Talk about me I'm ok to be a clown For this small town A bad example Crawly or I'm creepy Maybe I should just be good at it Bouncing me from man to man And try to keep me from a manic state! I love-hate Your-my face by proxy no paradox can stop me Toxicity won’t drop these Dismissing of my feelings That and everything that I’m reeling in Cause all the curtains closing Opportunities approaching I’m still buzzed from this roach That just won’t burn out And I’m still struggling in school Though I’m cooped up in the house And I might struggle all my life Until the curtains close And I’m still figuring shit out Thinkin’ bout gigs and shows So tell me Is my future bright Like my headlights I’ll turn em off Or is it dark red From a shank or from a razor Do I still have control? I could stop at any moment Ill control it Imma fold I’m Talented Or so I’m told Yes I’m still living on a prayer Falling on deaf ears And wonder if I disappear Will, they say “it’s not fair” And I can live my whole life In my own bedsheets If everybody mad Imma be the MVP so peace

Everybody needs a substance to get by, I've been Tryna write for days but its just blank in my mind, so I'm Sitting on the couch with hash next to me Tryna remember when this green replaced therapy I remember Being a kid, when eight was late And I remember Failing math class, some shits just fate But now I got no damn excuse When I'm laying in my bed And there's this small little voice And man this is what he says *Chorus* He says Why you always stuck in a haze You call yourself an artist haven’t done shit for days You feel a bit cathartic, don’t put it on display Just take the car and park it, walk the rest of the way He says Why you always working so much You selling off your childhood to make a quick buck I work my fucking ass off to make you give a fuck So I don’t wanna hear complainin’, all I want is enough *verse 2* Yea I'm getting better I ain't ever smoke no cigarettes But waiting for a week to pass like Is it 4:20 yet? Hands on the sink But I ain’t lookin’ through the mirror yet When I was a kid I thought by now id have my life set but I’m stumbling in through the front door Green in my pockets Me tryna get my prophets up Breeze blowing good and this Weed is immaculate I could get a buzz Off a nickel and some pocket lint Group of dudes In the living room Rockin it Without rocks and shit Lighting up with the nintendo switch Lord testing my testament Been there for the best of it Never read the bible Never learned proper etiquette Started smoking grass Never graduated mass Never learned all that fast anyways That’s the best of me Now I’m drinking water more Stopped getting stoned for class Trying to better myself Let’s see how long this last *Chorus* Why you always stuck in a haze You call yourself an artist haven’t done shit for days You feel a bit cathartic, don’t put it on display Just take the car and park it, walk the rest of the way He says Why you always working so much You selling off your childhood to make a quick buck I work my fucking ass off to make you give a fuck So I don’t wanna hear complaining, all I want is enough