ambroise blaize - death > bondage (prod. 4getmali)

HER NAME WAS... [prod. ⛧SA♱ANiC+DiAM0NDS⛧]

Out Of Reach is a track about being so engulfed in the life of sin to the point where heaven itself is Out Of Reach

Out Of Reach

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Naty Giachino's Album "Just a Drummer". California Dreamin' version, Alex Scarfe guitar, Naty Giachino vocals.

California Dreamin'

this song is written from the perspective of someone who took their own life, acknowledging the impact it will have on the loved ones and anyone within the circle of said individual; it's a suicide letter - an apology for resorting to such extreme measures - full of self-pity and shame, albeit confessing to themselves and the audience they saw no other escape out of their misery and pain, knowing deep inside they would do it all again if given the chance to go back, as time could not fix what they believed it was always ruined to begin with. 

Time Won't Fix

Prod. CRCL
Track 1 from The Other Side of Despair
Lyrics:
They droppin' like some flies, look inside my eyes
I ain't tellin' lies, you got on a whole disguise
I'm really on the rise, I'ma lead the enterprise
I don't need to emphasize that I'll bring you to demise

Floatin' like a poltergeist, no more talkin' nice
I got plenty blades, bitch, I got hella knives
Go back where you came, bitch, you will recognize
That I'm not with the playin’ shit, you will not survive

Ridin' through the night, always hold my pistol tight
Got you in my sight, squeeze and let you see the light
Don't you try to fight out of spite, cause I'll smite
Judge asked me would I do it twice, I said I might, damn

The jeans I'm rockin' tight, and my polo shirt is white
Hoppin' on a flight, flyin' higher than a kite
Boy, I only love my wife, yo bitch dirty than my Sprite
Every single word I write brings me closer to lime light

I take control of this shit like a pilot
I take four xans, my eyes roll back to my eyelids
Front flip off the stage, the cover of Die Lit
Once I'm filled with rage, all I see is violet

Blunts, they filled with grade A, get me high quick
I don't, I don't, I don't smoke no motherfuckin' hybrid
Nah, bitch, I don't smoke no hybrid
Floatin' through your roof, even when I'm uninvited

Floatin' like a poltergeist, no more talkin' nice
I got plenty blades, bitch, I got hella knives
Go back where you came, bitch, you will recognize
That I'm not with the playin’ shit, you will not survive

Poltergeist

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