“Arlanda hotel to bar, yung girl with an accent with her back bent, ass to the whole world”😭🔥🔥🔥

Beam me up to the UFO, willing to be experimented on for a good cause

Dude, I got a song for you...Up on a Hill

Bass pt.3

prod. pezzhead

Lyriczz 

The pain is arrogant 
A forced smile hurts the most 

Course she told me no 
I’ve gotten used to it though 

life got dramatic
We couldn’t manage 
Your Anger is valid 

I wanna hurt me 
Bored of everything 
Bitter like black tea 
Thoughts clamoring 

Blackened memory 
Nostalgic internal bleeding 

No one left for me 

Gone cold 
no love left 
Or anything 

I’m a corpse and my vision is shuddering

won me over w ur rose tint paragraph
Ur eyes tricked me into thinking I was good enough 

In hindsight I was never good enough
u jus felt bad for me 

If I’m wrong tell me now 
You gotta tell me now
It would help me out 

If I’m wrong tell me now 
jus wanna make u proud 
help this baby out 
Help This little baby out 

I don’t wanna be a burden 
But the face on the wall
Has told me I am 

Fingers round ur neck 
Love got u paralyzed
Gasping for a breath 

Life long rest 
Longing for the paradise 
Where she’s kept 

I not got for time for razors 
If Scars make u stronger I don’t want them

I don’t wanna see no tears either 
For help I’m not desperate I’m better rotting 


It’s not fair 
I’m not alone 
But I feel like I am 
Anyway

It’s a fucking piss take 

It’s not fair 
i don’t care  
I got blood enough to spare 
I’m not scared of being a mistake 

Writhing 
I’m Moaning 
For comfort 

Hunger 
Pulsing for mother
Mother fucker 


My Innocence is torn away 
Away from me  

Don’t comfort me 
I don’t deserve it trust me please 

Life w u was a fairy tale 
I can’t be having that

Fairy Talezz

Because the Internet

I. The Party

Playing Around Before the Party Starts

II. No Exit

I. The Worst Guys (feat. Chance the Rapper)

III. Telegraph Ave. ("Oakland" by Lloyd)

I.Crawl

II. Shadows

II. Worldstar

II. Zealots of Stockholm [Free Information]

II. Earth: The Oldest Computer (The Last Night) [feat. Azealia Banks]

I. Flight of the Navigator

Half Hot, Half Cold [Prod. Taylor]

lyrics:
uh
okay
spinni— spinni—

spinning inadvertently, grinning of no concern to me
churning my gullet turns in me, burning
a metal furnace, earnestly i deserve it
i sit in silence 'cause my mind is lacking accurate wordage
or maybe courage
with a flourish, writ it spit it
it finished and then release it
plays increase it, rinse, repeat and don't be cheating
deleting comments and buying interaction
by packing that on the back end
impacting finances only through hacking
you niggas wacker than a sack of some 'gnac
and jack daniels, in fact, throw it out
slowing down, what is my plan of attack? growing sound
louder than a pound of that gasoline when it's slapping me
you lacking tree, passing these spliffies that i been packaging
and packing in wax, wack rappers eat crap
flack jacketing in case he shat, plastering the wall
and splattering us all, it's happening
i smoke the shatter 'til i fall, bitch

i am addicted to drugs and i'm sick of it
smoke away the stress and then roll up another stick of it
i am addicted to drugs and i'm sick of it
needle full of happiness, i tap the skin and then stick it in

we all addicted to drugs and we wired
johnny at work off a xan-xan-xanax, tired
yeah, motherfucker
coughing up black in the shower, motherfucker
pucker up and hock a loogie
hopefully there's ruby in it, you diminish, truly finished
i got no time for that, niggas whose rhymes are wack
and lines or crack in tiny sacks
spit the facts that bit ya neck, a diamondback
take a sec and check to see ya spine intact
find the pack and tear it open, serotonin mind attack
dopamine is soaking in like hocus pocus, take a toke again
and then rewind the track, rewind the track, rewind the track

when i was a youngin i suffered for being different
but isn't it funny how by sticking out, i'm fitting in?
i think it is indicative of solid qualities
and honestly, the flyest niggas stick to shit (tell 'em)
i like to knit a bit and sew a little, my flow is brittle
where is darkie, nigga? spit a riddle
fuck with a fiddle like the name implies, patience high
complacent eyes racing i, you'll never buy enough time
rough riding tough hide or thick skin
"i stick my dick in a pig pen" and piss ya mom off
i tell her i'm soft, but i be at attention
keep the tension in my trousers, i'll arouse her
then allow her all my power in the shower, nigga
this is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
'cause it's the only thing these motherfuckers need is getting money
but ain't it funny that i like the veggie better?
i be chilling off the marijuana bumping eddie vedder
fed up with righty bozos and lefty homos
fuck with 'em no mo', i go-go
no fucking gadget, you get your bag yet?
so big you drag it, your heart has maggots
i'm eating celery, lil darkie is a faggot magnet
this is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
ride a stick of celery until you cream
this is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
fuck your culture, what you say and how you mean to seem

i am addicted to drugs and i'm sick of it
sick of it
sick of it
sick
i'm sick of it
i'm sick of it

II. Zealots of Stockholm [Free Information]

Childish Gambino

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