Name: Hamilton - Wake Up (Prod. softheart) by 222
Duration: 1 min 52 s
Description: didnt notice this one either srry i missed it <3 one of my favs (:

didnt notice this one either srry i missed it <3 one of my favs (:

Hamilton - Wake Up (Prod. softheart)

Hamilton - this life (prod. 4am)

@sleyeofficial
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kq_kM5cuBY0

cursed

Cursed w/ Sleye [MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC]

ft. @steadysuffer & @violeteyezmusic

prod. @mothfries

lyrics:

1080p dreams:

I still feel your blade from getting stabbed in the back
every day sets the stage for a panic attack
I wake up in the morning, don't know how to react
so my mind slowly builds to a panic attack
it just hit me one time
collapsing to the floor and it isn't even lunch time
I woke up this morning, didn't know how to react
my whole life's like a never-ending panic attack
like a never-ending panic attack
like a never-ending panic attack
no more serenity, I'll never end up getting it back

banging my head against the wall
I just don't wanna feel anything at all
I'm getting ready for the fall 
spiking my own drinks with the methyl alcohol
always burdened by my actions
can't stop dwelling on all my past awkward social interactions
convince myself they never happened
memories I try to just pretend that I imagined
this throbbing vein in my temple is making me tremble
it's painful and stressful
I'm up late trying to wrestle with voices
my shoulders have an angel and devil
he's so good at persuasion
but my angel's trying to save me from this hyperventilation 
she gave me a paper bag for respiration
he handed me a plastic one that I could suffocate in

steadysuffer:

ya you told me i was nothing like they said
you told me I was better off dead
now i gotta pull up to the function all red
pull the trigger now i'm dead
(ya ah)

she don't wanna talk no more
pedal to the metal & the suicide doors
got a coper on my ass so i kick it in sport
no breaks just gas cause life is short

i'm sippin lean all day
and my sprite bottle lookin like a goddamn grape
get the fuck up out my way 
don't tell me we're the same
i'm in another state with my shawty on facetime

ya I ain't been on a date in a long time
if I fuck up i'll accuse her
you must think i'm a loser 
if i can't keep a conversation 
i'm sorry

violeteyez:

Where are you? And I'm so sorry
I was too depressed to go to your grad party
And now I watch your new boyfriend 
pick you up on the back of his brand new Harley
Well, Barbie girl, do you miss me?
He's got a chopper and I got a 6 speed
So what is it this week? Who are you kissing?
Am I insane, or could this time be different?

And I know you'll cover it up like you do
You left your morals with your clothes: in my bedroom
And I promise that I didn't take all this-
lightly, though you tried to slip it by me
I just need some time, so sit tight, please
emotions give me anxiety

1080p dreams:

I still feel your blade from getting stabbed in the back
every day sets the stage for a panic attack
I wake up in the morning, don't know how to react
so my mind slowly builds to a panic attack
it just hit me two times
I'm in the ER and it's only half past noontime
I woke up this morning, didn't know how to react
my whole life's like a never-ending panic attack
like a never-ending panic attack
like a never-ending panic attack
no more serenity, I'll never end up getting it back

Stream on Spotify

panic attack ft. steadysuffer & violeteyez (prod. mothfries)

Hit the silence on my phone
Leave a message at the tone
I'll let emotions out cuz they bout to overflow
I'll deal with this on my own
Poppin meds until I'm zoned
In my bed I'm comatose
I just wanna overdose
Stuck in negative head space
The demons never go away
They just move another place
I'm too disgraced to show my face
I felt the same yesterday
The vicious game of drinking pain away
Feelings hit my chest like a bullet ricocheted
These the moments when time is ticking at its slowest
These the moments when I know that I've hit my lowest
I'm daily going through the motions
These thoughts have their own motives
Facing down reality hitting like a locomotive
Where am I between feeling hopeless and being focused?
Where am I between real life trauma and hocus pocus?
Wheres the fine line between fixed and forever broken?
I'd really love to know cuz I've never been shown it
I know I'm lost cause
never get things right 
walking all alone 
I could die tonight
nobody would know
and nobody would care
exhale my pain
now there's smoke in the air 
I know that it's clear
that I don't fit in
feel so uncomfortable 
in my skin 
laying in bed
and I feel so stuck
I hate the whole world
yeah I know it's fucked 
something is wrong with me
and it can't be fixed
your fucking dishonesty 
just making me sick 
making me cringe
making me wish 
that I didn't exsist 
like everyday 
tortured in my own brain 
yeah I know it's a shame 
I got nothing to say 
I got nowhere to go 
feel like nobody want's me
I tend to push away 
those who love me
the pill's they gave me
just aren't working 
the happy gears inside my head
still aren't turning
drink to numb the pain
now my stomach burning 
if you call him your man
why his pockets hurting
you already know  
mine are swole as fuck
mix margelia
with the trues
I ain't slowin up 
If you ain't talking money
I ain't showin up 
If they ain't showin love
then I don't give a fuck
Ever since I've tried to write a track about sobriety
Like I'm dealin with a post operative lobotomy
Im feeling I cant master an intelligent dichotomy
In my drunken state I thought way more philosophically
I tend to have a better vision with my fucked up chemistry
It's almost like I'm bottling anger that I'm harboring
I use to fire off these tracks semi automatically
I feel that I've been running out of ammunition recently
I've given up the part of me 
that made my last masterpiece
I've given up that part of me
I've killed him off so tragically
I put him on display like a catastrophic centerpiece
Left in the open for the world to watch him slowly bleed
It's been a few months since that part of me became deceased
I had to erase him, make the old me obsolete
The never ending vicious cycle replays memories
flashing through my mind so frequently
Reminisce so vividly
the pill's they gave me
just aren't working 
the happy gears inside my head
still aren't turning
drink to numb the pain
now my stomach burning 
if you call him your man
why his pockets hurting
you already know  
mine are swole as fuck
mix margelia
with the trues
I ain't slowin up 
If you ain't talking money
I ain't showin up 
If they ain't showin love
then I don't give a fuck

Hamilton - Wake Up (Prod. softheart)

222

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