This Year I've been making stuff again. With my interest being improving on making my own lyrics & doing the vocals.

sometime last week I wrote some dumb lyrics about one of my close friends, we call him Pepo.

worked on this for about a day & I think I'm done with this for now

its not mixed well, I didn't try to make the layer sound fantastic, but it still kinda slaps ngl.

more serious songs coming at some point. unlike this one I want to master them :P

lyrics :

pepo, he likes to crepo.

the diarhea,

is never. Endo.

he wish he could go to, friendo.

but the crapo, never endo.

he goes & takes his maracas.

pepo sits on his alpacas.

he's in tokyo, being called a Baka.

then pepo, does a Slapa

on the ass cheeks of your mama

then in spanish he called her a Vaca.

he, then, starts to laugha,

Pepo then goes backa,

back, to his own, casa.

then, he makes some pasta

pepo later dances, some salsa.

Pepo then goes to sleep

pepo goes & counts his sheep

69 of them, you can't believe

it's been a good day, what a relief.

yo yo yo yo, Pepo been wildin', he back on the block,

Messin' with drama, but runnin' the clock

He's out in the streets, but the streets never talk

He dodgin' the smoke while he servin' them rocks

From Tokyo straight to the end

Pepo stay focused, ain't trustin' no friends

Haters be lurkin’, but the Pepo ascend

Pull up in the whip with the windows all tints

He carry the baggage, that pain on his mind

Alpacas and pasta, but still on his grind

He duckin' the feds, ain't wastin' fuckin time

Countin' his sheep, but his drama realigned

Struggle in silence, but trust he gon’ win

Pepo the king, and he destined to win

Countin’ his sheep, but he restless within

On the way to the top, let the realness begin...

Pepo then goes to sleep,

pepo goes & counts his sheep.

69 of them, you can't believe.

it's been a good day, what a relief.