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MY FAVORITE NIGHTMARES

SIDEWAYS (with Travis Barker)

Lyrics:

If you think you know yourself
Well you don’t
You don’t
 
You’re too afraid to lose control
To let go
And just float
 
All of these dreams
Within you
Within me
Somehow
I feel
Part of you
Is part of me
 
If you try to find yourself
On your own
Well you won’t
 
But if you learn to love yourself
When you’re low
Well maybe there’s hope  
 
All of these dreams
Within you
Within me
Somehow
I feel
Part of you
Is part of me
 
Deep underwater
Your emotions
Call to you
“Go where the wind blows
All of this time spent hesitating”
 
Down by the water
Cross the ocean
I should go
Go where the tides pull
All of our lives to rearrange them
 
With you I feel I find myself
I let go
And we float
 
All of these dreams
Within you
Within me
Somehow
I feel
Part of you
Is part of me

Within You, Within Me

don't sleep, repeat

don't sleep, repeat (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)

hurricane

after.

22, A Million

22 (OVER S∞∞N)

29 #Strafford APTS

Boy Who Cried Wolf

Wya? (Remix)

beerbongs & bentleys

Over Now

Summers Over EP

Don’t Fall 4 It

[VERSE I: OG Corpse]

The fuck I need with life?
life is what needed me
they looking around for who?
who the fuck gonna save me?
Yung Christ been dodging death
dodging death done became my thing
take my chances with the glock
cock it back and let nina sing
looking out my window
feel my pulse going down
been mixing chemicals trying to find a compound
I don't wanna feel a thing
give me the drugs numb the pain
get away
fuck out my face
you want to switch?
well here's my place
bitch you can take it
how the fuck does it look from my view?
tell me what you thinking
it ain't all that it seems when you got to face it huh?
save lives daily but I can't save me, nah
all that glitters ain't gold
ain't that the saying? 
fuck

[VERSE II: George Washington's AR-15]

catch me at the cemetery visiting my enemies
gripping the machete
glistening it's rinsed and ready
reflecting wishes of death
if mine is selected tonight, I know the devil's sweating
"You have until I count to seven to escape" he threatened
please bury me
under the cherry tree
standing on the floor of my grave pissing on my destiny
rejecting death
gasp for breath
my existence they'll be questioning
ruby back from the dead and better than ever
yeah, I guess we'll see
panoramic views of me whipping the Panamera is infinitely better than me dead and gone 
on Nutella interior leather
chain still swanging
only now it makes my neck hurt
rain or shine
Grey*59 can measure up in any weather

[whispers Indistinctly]

© 2022 Stray Fossa under exclusive license to Born Losers Records
Written and performed by Stray Fossa 
Produced by William Evans 

Lyrics:
Split me right from the start
One half deserving more than the other
Lean into stranger thoughts
Stronger than I could dare ignore
Once more once more once more

Something I could be the first to know
If you’d give it one more chance
I’d give all that I was sure you’d hoped
But I know it’s not the answer

Now you’re dulling it down
With every vain attempt to relate
As every match holds a fire
In all the histories burnt out of place

Something I could be the first to know
If you’d give it one more chance
I’d give all that I was sure you’d hoped
But I know it’s not the answer
No way in love for what was
No way in love for what was
No way in love for what was

Something I could be the first to know
If you’d give it one more chance
I’d give all that I was sure you’d hoped
But I know it’s not the answer

Something I could be the first to know
If you’d give it one more chance
I’d give all that I was sure you’d hoped
But I know it’s not the answer

I can’t help it [No way in love for what was]
I want more from it [No way in love for what was]
I can’t help it [No way in love for what was]
I want more from it, from it
[If I dream alone is it real love?]
I can’t help it
[No way in love for what was]
I want more from it
[No way in love for what was]
[If I dream alone is it real love?]
I can’t help it
[No way in love for what was]
I want more from it, from it
[If I dream alone is it real love?]
I can’t help it
[No way in love for what was]
I want more from it
[No way in love for what was]
[If I dream alone is it real love?]
I can’t help it
[No way in love for what was]
I want more from it, from it

Music by William Evans, Nicholas Evans, Zachary Blount
Lyrics by William Evans
Produced by William Evans and Stray Fossa
Recorded and mixed by William Evans in Charlottesville, VA.
© 2020 Stray Fossa

Will Evans: vocals, drums, percussion, synths
Zach Blount: vocals, bass, synths
Nick Evans: vocals, guitars, synths

Cover art by Kris Williams (IG: no_ghsthuntr)

Closer Than We'll Ever Know

Buy vinyl on Bandcamp

For What Was

Nascar Shawty

• Produced by APT. 102 - @apt-102
• Mixed by me
• Mastered by Sebastian Metzner
• Cover art design by me, photo by William Tran

• lyrics:

with the microphone as my medicine, 
all this sad shit as my epithet 
in a big room with the elephant, 
is my flow still fuckin’ relevant?

..

i’ll still do it for the hell of it, 
yeah, 
newsflash I’m still gettin it,
it’s a tuesday, I’m still gettin lit,
grip that paper like a paperclip...

i might come by for a while before i dip, yeah
but If it ain’t bout a check i’ll call it quits, yeah
got too much on my mind, i’m hittin' licks,
got too much goin on to give a fuck about a bitch, yeah...

real quick, that’s a lesson, 
you take that L,
it’s a blessing, 
you won’t learn shit with that flexing,
you won’t earn shit till you messin’ up, 
bounce back, 
smoke that ounce up, 
every time you pick that pen up, 
get dark thoughts
then i get buck,
don’t give a fuck

(bounce back, 
smoke that ounce up, 
every time you pick that pen up, 
get dark thoughts,
then i...)

i can’t buy more time,
i bite my tongue and wait...
i can’t make make you mine 
until you think you hate me...

imma shine but not before you break me...
that’s what I said back then, 
won’t you call me back?

i might come by for a while before i dip, yeah
but If it ain’t bout a check i’ll call it quits, yeah
girl i got you on my mind, so i get lit, yeah
you’ll be the last thing i see before i slip...

x

epithet (prod. APT. 102)

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