Between my ears (Prod. Satchy)

Did a quick flip of the outro from Broken Girls. This is the personification of trying to "dance it away."

care for me

Words.

HA I POSTED A TRACK YOU DIDNT HEAR OF FIRST GOTTEMMM

SXDA PXP - I’ll Be Gone (feat. LIL MUD)

Lost On me

afraid

Cant fall asleep in pitch black rooms, 
my mothers nagging me for my tattoos. 
I cant find a love to hold onto.
I cant even drive to be there soon. 
Guess this really is my doing, 
I'm an idiot who loves to ruin, 
everything that she loves to do
bury me with my crap tattoo.

Orange Soda Rootbeer flooding out my attic.
Listen to myself, I cant even form a sentence.
Riding bikes, and giving up, 
we are'nt small enough
three of us is just too much, we need a carry on
Orange Soda Rootbeer flooding out my attic.
Listen to myself, I cant even form a sentence.
Riding bikes, and giving up, 
we are'nt small enough
three of us is just too much, we need a carry on.

Hate myself more everyday, I wanna end it,and i cant play guitar like a god, like Jimi Hendrix.

Orange Soda Rootbeer flooding out my attic.
Listen to myself, I cant even form a sentence.
Riding bikes, and giving up, 
we are'nt small enough
three of us is just too much, we need a carry on
Orange Soda Rootbeer flooding out my attic.
Listen to myself, I cant even form a sentence.
Riding bikes, and giving up, 
we are'nt small enough
three of us is just too much, we need a carry on.

Scared of riding elevators
but I promise that i'll call you later.
Watching TV with my TV dinners,
leaving me with my tears of glitter.
And i suck at kissing when I'm sad
never thought that you would understand
one miles walks to the gas stations
home videos with my childhood friends

Orange Soda Rootbeer flooding out my attic.
Listen to myself, I cant even form a sentence.
Riding bikes, and giving up, 
we are'nt small enough
three of us is just too much, 
we need a carry on
Orange Soda Rootbeer flooding out my attic.
Listen to myself, I cant even form a sentence.
Riding bikes, and giving up, we are'nt small enough
three of us is just too much, we need a carry on.

Orange Soda Rootbeer (Prod. Zeekybeats)

Trust In Me

Prod. Noden
Original song. lyrics composed by Dara Torres

The Boy Across The Room | Prod. Noden

why the fuck you disrespecting me?
i been hyping up you motherfuckers for like centuries 
knew you too weak minded to see the vision that’s sent for me
i’m not one to just forget every shot you just said to me

so i’ll keep pursuing the very thing that you will never be
self made artist with integrity, this verbal treachery 
they went from neglecting me to just disrespecting me
if i was born with malice you’d be motherfucking dead to me

i thought these people understood what i could do 
you pretend that we’re all free, then you say what i should do 
you sound just like teachers and the politics that we don’t fuck with
if this shit was a race, you couldn't hope to keep up with 

me cuz i’m a veteran to you, i’m heaven sent to you 
to put an end to you, better send the revenue 
better send a pen to you, attempt to mend the fools i shoot
i’m a menace to you dudes, never meant to offend you 

my head ain’t screwed on tight, abuse these mics
shoulda knew your type, you confused your fight 
what a clueless dyke, i’m not no ruthless guy 
that was a toothless bite, this a useless fight 
yea

can’t believe i must defend myself 
in everything i do, i never fell, bitch i never ask for help
not anymore, they want the bars, well bitch then i got plenty more 
i got more blood to bleed though i fought in many wars 

i’ve never been this angry, can you fucking blame me?
i’ve shown everyone nothing but love, and now they hate me 
they don’t even give me credit, til a gun is in their face
well bitch you never said it, now its your turn to regret it 
yea

i don’t know these motherfucking fools
i don’t know these motherfucking dudes 
hol up

bitch i know it, they think, that i am a just a one trick pony 
i’m more versatile than all y’all, don’t call me thats phony
i’m the underdog, i’m not under y’all, i’m above the law
if you want artistic merit, then i am the one to call 

why i must i just prove myself, y’all barely knew yourselves 
unless the trophy says jordan, i wont approve the belt 
knowing you, you’ll try to say that this a tie, i guess you suit yourself 
snakes up in the grass want to lie, guess the truth will tell 

cant believe this what it came to
if this shit continues, next track i’ll have to name you
more names than i can count, a murderous amount 
never heard of this new sound, you’ll be nervous when it counts

logging out of your accounts, 
if you’re homie wants to catch me he needs to lose a couple pounds
y’all sold your souls without discounts 
if i see y’all face to face, you best bring your squad 
one last thing, don’t forget this shit, i’m the god

Trust In Me

Cold Illumination

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