Name: Could You Please? by Biv Archive
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: @biv

Hang me from my eyelids, it's a dark covered place,
Hang me in the morning, I beg,
I don't need to hear, what you've done all these days,
There's no way back, I'm afraid,
I'm too numb to help myself, stubborn to this day,
I won't grow old, I'm afraid,

Cut to my brain,
Let them be still, may I escape
Hang me from my eyelids, it's a dark covered place,
Hang me in the morning, I beg

The Keep

The Red Cover

don't call me (ft. tommy blve x txkka)

prod irisvi

yk that it hurts
ik that it only get worse
i get what i deserve
u left me in the dirty
ur my only one
only one i ever loved
bby jus prove it to me
i cant get enough
bby ill fuck it up
why do we always disagree
bby im jus bleeding out
only u matter, nothing else
broke my heart to many times to count
picked up the pieces that i found
ik that we wld never last
wish out issues stayed in the past
broke my heart but its made out of glass

‎‧₊˚✧it only gets worse✧ ˚  ·    .

we've sealed the deal.
produced by me.

original: https://soundcloud.com/bruhmanegoddd/wrath-attraction-prod-ak?si=5d8298caaf4e435e849fe9985b8c5efc&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

<333

love,
eric

Wrath Attraction (Bruhmanegod Cover)

For https://soundcloud.com/sunsetdr

long living, 
Rooms spinnin like the vinyl whistle fuckin tunes,
Bodies on my side, see them soon,
Fuckas talk a lot of pride till they overdue,
I see more in you,
But what's a fucka gotta do?

Seen the pictures perfect,
Worthless me, steady hidden in the curtains,
The world got a chip for my shoulder this shit been hurtin,
Tryna love myself, but ego steady curving 
I miss you so, but I ain't worth the work you fuckin put in

I been down and out,
Fuckas barkin, till they leave the pound,
It's heavy now,
Bes believe I'm tuckin in, but lay my thoughts up, catch the fuckin foul,
My eyes let me down,
But he steady now

I ain't with the shit they asking for,
Been more than thoughts screamin through the door,
Can't feel my face like I ain't wore my skin before,
Voice creepin through the floor,
Taught myself since age 4,

Fuckas think it's hit or miss,
Can't pop a pill for fuckin shit,
I ain't tryna catch a fix, 
Problems leave me lunatic,
I'm passing limits,
tell my kids that poppa had it different, 
can't see the image,
Life been a trip that ain't never finish

Fuckas think it's hit or miss,
Can't pop a pill for fuckin shit,
I ain't tryna catch a fix, 
Problems leave me lunatic 2x


I been doing this my whole life, know,
That I can't stay as this type, don't 
Follow my words unto the tight rope,
Know these things goin get better,
But for right now they won't

Sunny

Could You Please?

Don't touch ground,
I ain't shut it out,
Baby, woah, oh, oh, oh 
Fuckin up my life,
Now you tryna ride,
Promise baby, woah, oh, oh, oh,
Stuck inside,
Take my mind,
Baby, woah, oh, oh, oh,
Break the ties,
Break the lies,
Baby, woah, oh, oh, oh,

I was so numb, please baby, woah,
I was so numb, please baby,
I'm just pieces, I wanna die,

She don't keep a side,
Run off in the night life,
In the same spite, I remember light, light,
She don't keep a side,
She don't keep a side, woah, oh, oh, oh,

Wish you wouldn't,
You just doing what you good at, wouldn't 
You, off the movement, you ain't seeing what he doing, wouldn't,
You numb inside,
Won't you keep a side, woah, oh, oh, oh

Stuck inside,
Take my mind,
Baby, woah, oh, oh, oh,
Break the ties,
Break the lies,
Baby, woah, oh, oh, oh,

I'd Rather Be

They Don't Care And That's Ok

Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways

Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late

I tried, head up
Filling all my cuts up
Post up
Gold tucked
Feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top
Fucked up
Feeling like I'm giving up

Gotta keep the throne
Places feel alone
How the boy been grown
Go and speak your tone
I been prone from my lows
Say she feel it in her bones
I get too much credit
Wouldn't go and let it go

Been obsessed
We can't do the feds
Roll up when I'm stressed
She the best
Finna pop till I forget
Maybe till I'm dead
Maybe till I'm dead

I hate it, but I love it
All these fuckas wanna see is numbers
You can catch these hands if you finna run up
Then it's quick clips flying in the summer
Whole city on the map, for the gutter
For the gutter
Whole city on the map for the gutter

Two face role at my own pace
Raising myself like a pump fake
Butterfly doors for the old ways

Handle myself in the dog days
Think of myself when it all fade
Been around town but it's too late

I tried, head up
Filling all my cuts up
Post up
Gold tucked
Feeling like I'm giving up
Ripped top
Fucked up
Feeling like I'm giving up


BUTTERFLY

Dead Sense (Prod. by ELE)

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