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

Prod. by Biv

Day in and day out, why
Didn't it find out, lies
Treated me so much, like
Cuts from the old lord, I
Bled till they sober, time
Putting the fallen, high
Wandering closed in, side
Been in it's stolen, eyes

I can back up everything I said
I should put it all back with the rest
And it ain't fun when it's clawing at my bed
There's no lungs when it starts and it ends
I'm the worst one to talk for the dead
And it's in love with the space in my head
And it's the face that they're burning in again
They never tell me what's buried in the red

Wake up, they don't need much
I don't fall, but it felt so
But if I wanna talk, then I'll act up
But if I wanna talk, then I'll act up

Paint the soft tone when I climb
Find my way out if I try
Get me out lord, Mama hide
Innocent gone, I'll be fine

Day in and day out, why
Didn't it find out, lies
Treated me such, like
Cuts from old lord, I
Bled till they sober, time
Putting the fallen, high
Wandering closed in, side
Been in it's stolen, eyes

The Old Lord

Blue Sky

itsokaywhatever

lyrixx:

talk tough like tell me what to do
watch me kill myself id do anything 4u 
its awkward like i cant rly stop her
be the only one to try and id still falter
baby tell me little lies tell me what to do
i would kill myself to be close to u
yeah i hate my life like u say u do 
watch me kill myself to be close to u
baby i dont rly give a shit 
hit me up there wont b another bitch 
watch kill myself i just dont give a shit
baby watch drop i dont wna quit 

imma die hit me up watch me bleed like watch me drop
idgaffff i been sick as fuck twisted off my drugs
yeah i hate myself bitch idgaf 
yeah it all makes sense baby you dont dont rly gaf
imma die lit suicide off all my drugs
she dont give a shit and she tell me she inlove
yeah ill kill myself cuz idgaf

you wont save me, i want you

$ Loko Floor it Scoreddd Prod. Loko Los

[Part I: @theoriesofwesley]

Another bullet on sight (x4)
And we fucking ‘til the clit erupt, and I’m busting ‘till the clip get stuck
Ambidextrous with the fifty drum, plan to fetching some fisticuffs
I got your death on a rewind, burning your corpse then I’m throwing a peace sign
I never speak lies; hand on a Bible, high priest like I’m Eli 
179 in the cockpit, walking your bitch on a leash then we lock lips
Talking about bait? Well, I got fish – picking your mates off they feet like it’s chopsticks
Walking with that steel clutched, talking like you feel tough
All of these niggas in graves is ideal love (x2)

[Part II: not winning]

All you do is fucking nothing and talk
better watch yourself when you come across me
cuz my blade might just fucking slip
it might just fucking slip

Flex just for the fuck of it
I could be useful but let me do nothing first
dive in the circlejerk off
my small ego I need to be fucking nursed
bathe me in attention bitch
I am depressed and I need some attention bitch
Tell me how great I am
I need Validation so tell me how great I am

God I fucking hate you
come up with excuses
Im gon execute everyone 
who is too stupid to do shit
Useless
Nuisance
youre finding yourself toothless
You say that youre buzzing but the only thing that you will ever be good at remains to be nothing

%% - asocial tendencies w/ IKEMEFUNA

Could You Please?

Blue

goodbyes

Biv - We Don't Need Anything (Intro)

Biv - Tea Kettle

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


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