Prod. by Cauzndefx

Lyrics:
Congratulatory horror stories before the recording 
Outside every morning but for him it was boring so it was video games and porn videos, no he wasn't 18 but damned he learned women there's no debating the great thing was 
It sorta felt like a buzz
It sorta felt like a lie
I swore I felt it was love
But that was lust at the core 
The gold turned into dust 
the devil gave him some silver but in the form of a tongue
Everywhere that he was or wasn't there's no discussion you prolly saw in his eyes there's wasn't hope for him loving
Smiles shattered around him he sorta fell into cussing
He couldn't find his happiness so he was searching for nothing
And the void he created made from forms he came up with
hit ghost if he got close yeah he formula-1'ed it
I admit it
Yeah
It's sorta redundant
The stench from his lies had made his porcelain pungent
And now

He kinda sits all alone in a room in a mood with his tape on replay
Thinking bout the good times, thinking bout the bad ones
Thinking bout the good girls, thinking bout the last one 

She wasn't weak
Saw her every week at her ace crib talking bout his dreams in the basement face it
Shawty wasn't playing but the smile that she had was enough to keep him staying
The type a girl to hit the studio
Never was a groupie though
Type to say my style's lame but she wore my hoodie though
Type to be the main girl in a music video 
or at least the topic
Fuck it Imma drop it we chillin in the porch it was raining I was claiming that Cali was the move 
But she didn't wanna move
So we kept it cool and I let my feelings bounce
smoking on an ounce now I'm chillin on the bus headed west with my hand on my chest got a text said she broke up with her ex
my mind's so gone I might have to take a breath and every time she visited I think I needed rest
Roommates and single but we fuckin like its marriage
Arguments for breakfast with a side of baby carrots
Screaming out our lungs bet the neighbors couldn't manage
Started staring at my plane ticket home like a carriage 
And now

He kinda sits all alone in a room in a mood with his tape on replay
Thinking bout the good times thinking bout the bad ones
Thinking bout the good girls thinking bout the last one
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2016

Flightless Birds

I can’t take anything serious but myself. And I’m still figuring that out

Quiet Knights, Early Mournings, Rainy Daze.

Est. 1995

Twitter: @themanyfaces

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Flightless Birds

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