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Ticking away

Vertigo

pinnacle mint (coldplushtoy) - Closer

Duro - POULTRY HEIST (Instrumental)

dancin'

krypt

chūsei_ - coconut

prod by am04 @am004

there were days where u held your own
and there where days were i held u in my arms
do u miss the times
do u miss the times  we talked til you yawned 
and i still think sometimes 
i still think sometimes where did it go wrong 


its hurts me to love you
it hurts me to love in spite of your flaws
im thinking maybe i should give up
maybe i should let up and let u offf 
but i still pray sometimes for better
i pray sometimes that u reach everything that u want
cause baby loves for worse or better
and betters not a thing we’ll get on this road of ours


running away from my heart 
running away til i 
running away from my heart 
running away til i 
running away from my heart 
running away til i 
running away from my heart 
running away til i 

maybe we were in a cold front 
and i was running wit no jacket
hoping that the warmth from ur arms would help me last but it can’t 
it couldnt
now im thinking things that i shouldnt
now im saying things that i wouldnt
i only said i hate u cus i missed u
u said u wouldnt date me so i chased u
and damnn girl u did it
thankful for the time that we spinached
thinkin bout the vinyls that u spinned and do u still play aaliyah records that u would hear when u were kidding

its hurts me to love you
it hurts me to love in spite of your flaws
im thinking maybe i should give up
maybe i should let up and let u offf 
but i still pray sometimes for better
i pray sometimes that u reach everything that u want
cs baby loves for worse or better
and betters not a thing we’ll get on this road of ours

unconditional (am04)

individual center stages for individual egos.
do you hear the crowd? spitting and jeering and crying, and yet, 
you sit silent.
you act as if you are perfect, something above others.
as if you are special.
you belittle others for your own gain,
and yet you expect others to hold you with high regard.

you are worse than nothing,
I hope you feel the Free Throw Pressure.

Free-Throw-Pressure (FTP)

acoustic

i actually remember how to mix shit without compression im happy about that

[Hook – sticky, repeat 4x]
I’m getting sick of this, sick of this, sick of this
Clock keeps licking ticks, wrist on flick, wrist on flick
Room spin counterfeit, counterfeit, counterfeit
I’m getting sick of this, sick of this, burn the script

[Verse 1]
Ceiling fan stutter like bad code compile
Sweat on the vinyl, thoughts in a pile
Notifications breed, multiply, defile
Every ping another nail in the trial
Keyboard teeth chatter, cold coffee bile
Fake smiles stretch for miles and miles
Inbox avalanche, bury me in files
I scroll through the wreckage, denial in aisles
Breath getting shallow, lungs on dial
Heartbeat skipping beats like cracked tile
Pressure valve hissing, steam in the vial
I’m getting sick of this, exile the smile

[Pre-Hook]
Can’t breathe, can’t breathe
Walls lean, walls lean
Red screen, red screen
Delete me, delete me

[Hook – 4x again]
I’m getting sick of this, sick of this, sick of this
Clock keeps licking ticks, wrist on flick, wrist on flick
Room spin counterfeit, counterfeit, counterfeit
I’m getting sick of this, sick of this, burn the script

[Verse 2]
Calendar bleeding red ink in blocks
Deadlines biting ankles like rabid clocks
Wi-Fi choking, signal in knots
Every promise pixelates, turns to dots
Stomach folding origami knots
Fingers twitch on the trigger of thoughts
Static in the skull when the silence rots
I count the cracks in the ceiling lots
Dreams deferred turn to digital snot
Future buffering, stuck on the spot
I’m getting sick of this, overload the watts

[Bridge]
Rain on the window like bullets in slow-mo
808 heartbeat in nauseous tempo
One more second and the glass might let go
I’m getting sick of this, sick of this, let it blow

[Verse 3]
Head full of hornets in 8-bit swarm
Alarm keeps lying it’s morning, deform
Tongue taste metal from biting the storm
Veins pump static, electric lukewarm
Skin too tight like shrink-wrap uniform
Mind on loop like corrupted waveform
Every echo a new kind of harm
I’m getting sick of this, disarm the norm

[Final Hook]
I’m getting sick of this, sick of this, sick of this
Clock keeps licking ticks, wrist on flick, wrist on flick
Room spin counterfeit, counterfeit, sick of this
I’m getting sick of this, sick of this, tear the script
Sick of this, sick of this, torch the whole damn crypt
Sick of this, sick of this, watch it all eclipse

[Outro]
Still ticking… still ticking…
I’m getting sick…
crackle fades to rain

Im Getting Sick of This

Ticking away

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