produced mixed & mastered by samsdiary & klled


lyrics:

Okay 

Right person right time

I see a little bit

The lights glowing bright white

They flicker in and out

I’m tryna get it out

Im tryna get it out my head

The pain can never quite

It goes on and on 

Oxy codeine 

Thanks for showing

Partys going 

One hit I’m floating 


Right person right time

I see a little bit

The lights glowing bright white

They flicker in and out

I’m tryna get it out

Im tryna get it out my head

The pain can never quite

It goes on and on 

Right person right time

I see a little bit

The lights glowing bright white

They flicker in and out

I’m tryna get it out

Im tryna get it out my head

The pain can never quite

It goes on and on 

Tell me can you see 

These lights flashing around me

High off this nitrous so I’ll sleep

But it won’t help me

No it won’t help me 

Okay

Right person right time

I see a little bit the lights glowing bright white

Ready, begin

on & on

Dead poet

The feeling is not real

lil throwaway for yall :p <3
prod n mix by me!

lyrics:
you can catch me in abandoned places i aint tryna leave here 
grew up in those places where i couldnt even face fear
running from something a cannabis fantasy 
im rolling a leaf insanity still unraveling me
a dangling piece
dont even try to hand it to me
im crushing cans with my feet 
and ashin blunts where i step
and then im rolling the next
yeah i get to high and pass out at my desk
yeah i get to high cant even type out a text
yeah i aint really tryna talk im to stuck my head
(yeah thats thats, yeah)

yuh church bells ringing the crows begin to caw
ay night time rolling put a potion right into the pot
deep in the forest lie the door that this key can unlock
aint been feeling real like the cat inside of schrödingers box (x2)

pack after package i forget that i ordered them
24 hours later i ordered another one
fans hit my phone and they want me to drop more
send the quiet and soon emoji then walk out the backdoor
ay 10 toes down while i demon walk
hit the cup demon talk
blunt full of moon rocks
yuh ay
blunt full of a doves feathers
i speak in scrambled letters 
i wont ever fold even under immense pressure
yuh 10 bands in my pocket im gon walk wit a fuckin sag
200 for a fit but i know i can do better than that
the void aint filled
find me deep in a valley or somewhere lost in a field
yuh all the bitches in my phone they done lost their appeal
and if i didnt know better i wldve popped that pill
im gon pop me a seal and forget all of my sins
staring at the city zoned out while i smoke me a cig

yuh church bells ringing the crows begin to caw
ay night time rolling put a potion right into the pot
deep in the forest lie the door that this key can unlock
aint been feeling real like the cat inside of schrödingers box (x2)

Dead poet

Cal Attano

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