guitars by @ease-up-kid
prod corefish


I don't think that I could be any better than the
Way they perceive me, ah
I don't believe it
4, 5 tether my own feet to the ground, I can't be seated
Fuck it, I'ma breathe this
I need some sequence
My head feeling over and out
I steal the pieces
Put it back together, the sound was just a pretense
4, 5 tether to ground, the stance anemic
Lost my head up over the clouds while I was geekin'

I let my soul curl down to the deep
Oh, how can I compete when that boy's better than me?
It's obvious the methods are ephemeral
Please pick up a lonely message
Just a friend to appease
I guess I fucked up bad
Then never looked back
And I got things I regret
But never wasn't that
Tie a string, brew a spell
I'm under an attack
I hold a drink, wish you well
And sever my attraction to spend

I think I lost my spot on the roster
Was I an imposter?
Don't know, but the cost made my pockets hurt
Play the slot, let the rot burn
I fiend in the sheets for success
Why can't I be the best? It's like

Spend another damn week
Learning something I'll freak out about
Oh my God, is it something I seek out?
Without any prompt, rhyme or reason
Playing my scene, stage right, I'll be leaving

Fucked up bad and never looked back
And I got things I regret but never wasn't that
And now my whole body's spent
And I couldn't attend
My own breath pitch the depths, breaking sober attempts, fuck

I let my soul curl down to the deep
I lost all my friends 'cause they're better than me
So pick up a pen, write a stanza or three
Get big on the web and go back and retreat

I let my soul curl down to the deep
Oh, how can I compete when that boy's better than me?
It's obvious the methods are ephemeral
Please pick up a lonely message
Just a friend to appease
I guess I fucked up bad
Then never looked back
And I got things I regret
But never wasn't that
Tie a string, brew a spell
I'm under an attack
I hold a drink, wish you well
And hope that my reaction would end

I let my soul curl down to the deep
I lost all my friends 'cause they're better than me
So pick up a pen, write a stanza or three
Get big on the web and go back and retreat

I guess I fucked up bad
Then never looked back
And I got things I regret
But never wasn't that
String brew a spell
I'm under an attack
I hold a drink, wish you well
And sever my attraction to spend

4, 5, TETHER

amateur music creator does music heh 😼

They call me Xeath 
IG @666_gloom
my dead friend is immortal 