Do You? // Tori's Ballad

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Prod. by @musatpgshitjugginfr

LYRICS

Sometimes, I just feel like crying
No reason just wanna try it
My body is gettin tired
Maybe we should call and fight it

Sometimes, I feel fully naked
Exposed and my mind aching
They say “this shit overrated”
Rely on me to jus keep waitin

I stay

I stay

I got my bag
And I finally got the check in
Get that new pack 
Man that shit is soul possessin
Im not possessive 
Just know that im a mess but

I’m rollin wit my best but
Know that im not messin up
Test enough
Where’d you go
I learnt my lesson, uh
Its yo phone im requestin 
Oh my god jus Confess it uh


(Oh my God) Sometimes I just feel like crying
(Sometimes)
No reason just wanna try it
(Sometimes)
My body is gettin tired
Maybe we should call and fight it

Sometimes I feel fully naked
Exposed and my mind aching
They say this shit overrated
Rely on me to jus keep waitin

I stay

I stay

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

Just keep waiting
Just keep waiting
Just keep waiting

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

Just keep waiting
Just keep waiting
Just keep waiting

Ooh

Sometimes, I

Sometimes, I

Sometimes, I

SOMETIMES, I

blindside 1.0

BETTER THINGS

The original demo version of my half of the track I did with Billy Lemos and Nic Clay.

https://soundcloud.com/billylemos/talk2u-feat-kiddus-nic-clay-now-available-on-spotify-apple-music-etc

Existentialcrisisman (Talk.2.U Demo)

Choker's new album [Honeybloom] out now.

http://choker.cc

Honeybloom

Choker - Daisy

Produced by Cash O'Brien
Vocals: Teslyne Junior, Sasha Allen, Cash O'Brien, Juto

Around You Ft. Juto [STREAMING EVERYWHERE]

CAN I KICK IT (LOGIC RENDITION) // JUTO

I KNO V3

Ash my lucky in love, and say goodbye to the only one I’ve ever known. Not once have petals grown on roots to which I’ve tended - none shown. But blossoms wilted, fell to my feet. Back home wandering streets. 
Outer space love, all aboard your lullaby. 
I’m face-up, light speed into my demise.
I bathe in galaxies on hunts for actualities - expeditions unknown, cosmic alibis.
Where have you gone?
Won’t you appear in more than fragments floating behind Henry’s stare, in the dust above that hair?
I can’t help but wonder - what would mid July be like? Green January, somebody’s in love. Only after hours will I walk - path enlightened by your cherries. Seldom do you talk with words that I don’t carry. 
I could recite back to you our night from 12th to your room - crystallized chews. Forced myself to make believe I’m not blue, staring at your eyes of the same hue.

CAN I KICK IT (LOGIC RENDITION) // JUTO

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