lucille - homerun

lucille - thank you for everything and nothing more

[prod. 1sickboy] lyrics;
I never falled, off,
You kept on lying to me,
You knew that you were so, wrong,
Now you’re crying on your knees,
Your love was just lost,
Tortured by the memories,
You played but then you paid the, cost,
Now you’re begging, screaming, “please,”
But I don’t hear your calls, 
Your voice gets lost up in the breeze,
You watched me build these walls,
Now you’re locked without the keys
you said its all my fault
oh your so sure that you know it 
but your not miss know it all  

IVE BEEN STUCK UP IN MY HEAD, I NEVER SLEEP
IVE BEEN.. FUCKED UP EVER SINCE YOU WANTED PEACE
VOICES CONVERSATING AT NIGHT AND THEY NEVER WANNA LEAVE
TRIED TO NUMB ALL THIS PAIN, BUT YOU CUT ME WAY TO DEEP
NOW I’M DROWNING IN REGRET, AND I CAN’T FIND MYSELF RELIEF
EVERY PROMISE'S BROKE UP IN MY HEAD, ITS LIKE A DREAM,
AND YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME TO DEATH WELL I GUESS YOU NEVER MEAN
I'M  LOOKIN’ IN THE MIRROR I DON’T KNOW WHO I SEE

YOU TOOK A PART OF ME, NOW IT’S EMPTY, 
INDEED
I WAS BLEEDIN’ FOR YOUR LOVE,
NOW I’M FINALLY FREE
BUT FREEDOM FEELS LIKE HELL WHEN YOU’RE,
LOST IN THE SEA


i never felt this type of, way
every time i think about you, i just see your face
i wanna end it fucking, blow out my brains
you did me dirty i thought you were gonna change
running circles in my head, i cant escape
all these gun shots, gonna ricochet
i wanna move on but I'm so afraid
you fucked up everything, but left me here to blame

(wo-woa-woahh)

You kept on lying to me,
You knew that you were so, wrong,
Now you’re crying on your knees,
Your love was just lost,
Tortured by the memories,
You played but then you paid the, cost,
Now you’re begging, screaming, “please,”
But I don’t hear your calls, 
Your voice gets lost up in the breeze,
You watched me build these walls,
Now you’re locked without the keys
you said its all my fault
oh your so sure that you know it 
but your not miss know it all

I never falled off

bunii - solitaire cover

I'm obsessed

waves

toothache

amnesia

so gone

tighten the rope or tell me im worth it
do i have to hide from you 
can i, can i confide in you 
i dont wanna frighten you 
i dont wanna 
i dont wanna 
i dont wanna frighten you 

frighten you prod me

A devil-may-care folk-rock fever dream from Ellis Wilder.
Sex, sin, and sidewalk confessions — this is what happens when the wild wins.

Fueled by bourbon, busted lips, and the chaos of the Chelsea Hotel, this track howls with neo-70s grit and bisexual bedlam. Three in the bed, ash on the sheets, no regrets till morning. Guitars jangle. Drums thump like a racing heart. And somewhere in the distance, someone’s still looking for their jeans.

No Vacancy at The Chelsea

Tell Me The Truth

so gone

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