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SYRUP

wowie uwu

Written & performed by Beatricethekid, Nyan Tun & G Gabriel
Produced by Beatricethekid
Mixed by Beatricethekid


Lyrics:

Whats the time
Whats the time
Its about time that she mine

Whats the time
Whats the time
Its about time that she mine

After 9 she call my line
yeah she so fine x2
25 she on my mind
on my mind x2

Nyan Tun: 

This Girl, my sisters friend 
she a dime plus 9 
will she be mine
lord gimme a sign 
hope in due time
love in her eyes 
dirt coloured, they shine
light up the mind
feelin divine 

but she dont know i (nah)
in that beret (yah)
pretty god made (ooh)
she so beautiful 
with that cosmic pull 
smile lit up the room 
sharp with them dance moves
if i lose my chance 
nuthin but a fool 
wouldnt know what to do 
ocean of stars but 
none as celestial

 Whats the time
Whats the time
Its about time that she mine

Whats the time
Whats the time
Its about time that she mine

After 9 she call my line
yeah she so fine x2
25 she on my mind
on my mind x2

Beatricethekid:

Met this cutie on tinder
brown eyes & they always seem to glimmer
in the sunlight 
& in the moonlight
i cant believe she got me feelin like a winner
when we're together, the air gets thinner
my heart beats quicker
from the outside lookin like an angel
but we're both sinners 
it cause
you are just the perfect type
from your the brown skin 
to those perfect eyes
never frown 
cause you got the perfect smile
and your 5"8 you are just the perfect height
put a ring on it 
we could have the perfect live
or we could just chill & enjoy the ride
what im sayin is we dont need flashin lights
we could get lost together in this starry night 


Whats the time
Whats the time
Its about time that she mine

Whats the time
Whats the time
Its about time that she mine

After 9 she call my line
yeah she so fine x2
25 she on my mind
on my mind x2

sweetpotato

BADPOSTURE - sweetpotato

Orange Juice

BADPOSTURE - Orange Juice

sailor saturn

Intro (beatrice)

Since a kid i've been living 4 my dreams
Now all i do is day dream 
Lost a part of myself it seems
Taking a toll on my self esteem
Making beats n perfectin deez rhyme schemes
But its not enough 4 me 
i need some closure 
no luck like a four leaf clover
its never over

Verse (Nyan Tun):
Tryna get away
But I'm stuck in my ghetto ways
Logan raised
Slept with the blades 
Paranoia got the best of me 
Traumatised by the drama in disguise 
Triple zero, got the fear rope 
Brother, no hero 
Tryna save myself through the RODE 
Praying for help and hope in my notes 
In a zone, astral 
If I died, would I go Astro?
Maybe so
Maybe not 
Maybe stay laid in a blooded comb
I don't know 
But I need change 
Life rearrange 
What's the range to heal the pain? 
Hear my name 
As I scream in a lake 
Stream my bio, wait 
Boy, death is our fate 
At a young age? 
Boomers don't feel our rage 
You don't feel my stage 
You miss my quiet days 
Never the same 
Nyan a choir
A lion 
Silence so loud
I do not bow 
Free, no cowl
Motherfucker, I'm a King 
You are my crown

MILK.

SUNSET DREAMS

Beatrice: 
um... hey hows it going?
im just writing out this letter 2 see how doin
havent seen you in a while
i know its cause we both been moving foward
but everytime i see you out
everything gets awkward
every smile seems like you forced it
and you dont laugh no more
maybe you should try living in the moment
cause always looking back
will make your heart grow sore
but what do i know?

im just a lost boy stuck up in the clouds
head full of helium never coming down
they say life is what you make it
well my lifes a circus act
and im the clown
making a fool out myself
all this extra shit is taking a toll on my health
spent the last few days staring at the wall
tempers getting shorter
problems getting tall
who is there to call?
shits startin to feel like i got no friends at all
but why should i fault 
when i could have a ball 
me and myself and my vinyls & the wall
now we both movin on
supposed to write a letter 
ended up with a song
im writing my wrongs
and now that your gone
all i gotta do is 
keep on keeping on X2

Nyan:
Up at sunrise
Thinking 'bout the past
Bags in your eyes 
Pain, man, it do last 
Like last minute in math class 
Suffocating 
Clock ticking slowly
Lil' homie, I know it's been cold
Everytime you go home
Mother crying 
Losing cope
Wall broken by the head stone
Father barely spoke 
Left to golf
Brother supposed to be hope
But if it go wrong
He on ya 'til the breath gone
You ran out 
Not a man now
Came back 
With a cut 'bout
So big like Fat Al'
Isolated in this place
Then you made a friend
Played with the coat hangers as blasters 
Bloaw 
Bow
Cody and Rex
Cool kids, never flexed
But then the games went 
Sith crept
Eyes in Rex you never seen
Told you, "we can go when the beams hit red"
Older now taking meds
Trauma raising pressure 
Nyan, hold onto me 
Scream loud

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