Revive me ft. Takeer

im not known to break
baby hold my hand
just leave me around

ive been drowning in this loneliness
i dont know
do you, think that
you know, you don't
calling your phone, i don't know
ive been searching for a long time
do you, know how hard it is to be me

i don't want you
you only hurt me
am i a joke to you

im sick of fucking drowning my pain
in this bottle i can't
everyone deserves this
im feeling worthless

i fucking hate you
i dont wanna see you breath
all my fucking energy
taken all away
no one, cares for me
i should stay away

these spiders

Waste of Breath w/ HOLLOW MIND (Prod. ABXMINVTIXN X HELLI$H)

I SHOULD BE DEAD [PROD. SQUALL]

produced by: https://www.instagram.com/hxllshade/ & https://www.instagram.com/maestrowons/

lyrics:

I’m a dog, when all this pain wants to follow
Myself through the night, it will fuck up my tomorrow
Re-visit some old pages, to seek answers I don’t know
Cause I threw it all away and now it’s buried in the snow
A being made of poison, let myself bleed out
Filler pages all throughout, in this life we seek out
Either love, either sorrow, whatever makes us feel numb
I’m a living tragedy to my pain I will succumb

Fought time and time again, to seek out the right way
Cause I’d yet to realize the price I will have to pay
Do I regret seeking love, do I regret feelin the pain?
At the end of all of this, a pistol and a message will remain
On my path leading to hell, see the reflection of a smile
Missed a shot at being happy and I missed it by a mile
It falls into place, and for that I’d give it all
But what will I do? When there’s nowhere anything can fall?


I’m a dog, when all this pain wants to follow
Myself through the night, it will fuck up my tomorrow
Re-visit some old pages, to seek answers I don’t know
Cause I threw it all away and now it’s buried in the snow
A being made of poison, let myself bleed out
Filler pages all throughout, in this life we seek out
Either love, either sorrow, whatever makes us feel numb
I’m a living tragedy to my pain I will succumb

It hurts to know that I’m the problem, yuh, can I fix it?
I’m not trying out my hardest but the chance to life, oh god I missed it
Imma see u another life where I’m comfortable and dead
Place a pistol to my temple, let my ceiling turn to red
I got nothing left to say
Parasytes inside my skin and I’m rottin all away
Smoke mirrors, pain killers, bein one with the smoke
I keep it to myself, I regret and hate the times I spoke


I’m a dog, when all this pain wants to follow
Myself through the night, it will fuck up my tomorrow
Re-visit some old pages, to seek answers I don’t know
Cause I threw it all away and now it’s buried in the snow
A being made of poison, let myself bleed out
Filler pages all throughout, in this life we seek out
Either love, either sorrow, whatever makes us feel numb
I’m a living tragedy to my pain I will succumb

lyric video

- old pages //prod. HXLLSHADE x MAESTRO WONS

Love you all 👁️

IG: @lovefromlawson @budfellla

Produced, Written by: Van Lawson & BUD
Mixed and Mastered by: Van Lawson

LYIRCS:

(Van Lawson)
Efforts to much
Hell’s in my head I’m,
Hell’s Survivor
How I,
Survive this night
My damaged mind
Struggles to fight
How would I?

Keep your fucking nose out our business
Fake image, coke sniffing’s your business
Yeah, But we don’t need to talk bout my opinions
Cuz you to busy bitching bout how your feeling
Yeah, Keep your fucking nose out our business
Fake image, Lean sipping’s your business
Yeah, But let’s not talk about how I see it
Cuz y’all to busy bitching bout how your feeling

(Bud)
Come outside you can’t find nobody sicker
Way to committed to this shit I’m looking bigger
If you gotta problem with us reconsider
Hit you in your head, huh, that’s a skull splitter
Had to switch things up now I’m feeling alive
Used to get no sleep, felt I was deprived
Locked in a cold cell, how did I survive
Had to find a way out with some damaged eyes

(Van Lawson)
Efforts to much
Hell’s in my head I’m,
Hell’s Survivor
How I?
How would you die
If you had the choice? Cuz…
Why would you wanna survive?

(Bud)
Cuz I seen a lot of things that would make a man cry
Shit messed me up almost lost my fucking pride
Even at my lowest always kept my head high
Never know what’s round the corner maybe a new life
Yeah, I don’t really mind I know they testing me
Huh, Pull up and the devils sitting next to me
Yeah, Mama told me that she want the best for me
Huh, But I don’t really know what’s coming next for me

(Van Lawson)
Yeah, Fuck that clean mixing
Keep this shit clipping
Need that shit gritty like the city that we live in
These bois not convincing
Who you think you tricking
The lies that you tell through your music kinda sickening
Any time we speak every ounce of it is real
Everything is made from the pain that we feel
Any time we step in a room you can kneel
Cuz it gon be our sound you’ll be tryna fucking steal 

(Van Lawson & Bud)
Keep your fucking nose out our business
Fake image, coke sniffing’s your business
Yeah, But we don’t need to talk bout my opinions
Cuz you to busy bitching bout how your feeling
Yeah, Keep your fucking nose out our business
Fake image, Lean sipping’s your business
Yeah, But let’s not talk about how I see it
Cuz y’all to busy bitching bout how your feeling

Hell's Survivor feat. BUD

DISCORD RADIO FT. KETAMINE, JIIND, CITRATE, LXXIV, VAMPETH, JBLXCK, KASHIMOTU

CHUPACABRA! (w/ XOLOSTBOY + GOONIE TUNEZ + SHETANI!)

Washed up on a strong blue tide.

WITH: @SSJCXRPSE & @THE0000
PROD: @ZYROM
MIX: @ZYROM & @SSJCXRPSE
ART: @C3OF & @THE0000

LYRICS:
[CXRPSE]
Already woke barely spoke but I choke on every single hope
I know he cant fold so, oats in his throat
No drugs cant cope dopamine overdose
So frozen flow cold
Keep downing more pills
Heart freezing so chill
Don't fold for no bills, Han Solo no grill
Wont but he still kill sober dope so trill
Hoping that he wont spill, no o's of old milk
Like 
Chief j Strongbow
Jump on top the congo
How they bump the song but nobody get along though
Black man Django
Front seat of the bronco
Tony Soprano 
Una dociano
I remember skid row, bopping to redondo
Heart beating out my chest as if I was a bongo
As if I was a bongo
But we cant get along though

[THEO]
Shallow on the inside
Can’t look at the bright side
I just lost vision 
Can you tell me if its day light
Lost on the seaside
The ocean it is so wide
Imma let myself flow freely on this blue tide
I'm just gonna float away
Let me feel at peace today
I'll just be a castaway
Focused on my runaway

[SAINT SLEEP]
Already woke
No hope for the day ahead
Unravel like a loose thread
Said we could be together in the end
Now the end is here and I'm looking for my friends
Tryna defrost this cold heart but I can't
Vision slant on my dreams that I chose
No clothes from my head to my toes
No chill no frills broke and alone in a city that just dont feel
Dual wield sadness and anger
Return to my sender
Descend to a grave with nobody watching
Nobody left to mourn
No body left to mourn
Getting torn apart indecision
Like which life do I pick
One that's so packed so big so thick
Or the one with my name in the stars what he writ
Won't be missed
Can't sit still need to move around
But I'm locked in position
Vision lost but I can't tell the difference

[THEO]
Shallow on the inside
Can’t look at the bright side
I just lost vision 
Can you tell me if its day light
Lost on the seaside
The ocean it is so wide
Imma let myself flow freely on this blue tide
I'm just gonna float away
Let me feel at peace today
I'll just be a castaway
Focused on my runaway

Vocal samples taken from Fallout (1997) & Fallout 2 (1998) by Interplay Games

Blue Tide

Blue Tide ft. Cxrpse & Theo

Stream/Buy

Blue Tide ft. Cxrpse & Theo [prod. zyrom]

Love you all 👁️

IG: @lovefromlawson

Produced, Written, Mix & Mastered by: Van Lawson

LYRICS:

(I was made for this)

They tell me a lot
All of those tryna step on my vibe
Sick and tired of you feminine guys
Tryna tell me how to live my life, yeah
They tell me a lot
Autumn shows and I work round the clock
Yeah, lil bro tryna pick on my lock
Tryna steal my flows and my sound, I saw, yeah

They tell me a lot
They tell me a lot
They tell me a lot
They tell me a lot
(They tell me)

Pacing round in my head
(They tell me a lot)
Pacing round in my head
(They tell me a lot)
Pacing round in my head
They tell me a lot
(They tell me)
They tell me a lot

Yeah, don’t give a fuck if you’re vexed
Is what it is, I’m next
Is what it is my son, I am the one
What you expect?
(They tell)
If you pressed my brudda then text
(Me)
If you want, I give you the steps
Cause right now you looking dumb
Your music is numb, you lacking respect
These loud mouths unfamiliar with silence
Just makes me think that you’re incapable of violence
So numb to life you act fake to survive it
You bark but where’s your bite? I think you should be quiet

They tell me a lot
They tell me a lot
They tell me a lot 
They tell me a lot
(They tell me)

Pacing round in my head
(They tell me a lot)
Pacing round in my head
(They tell me a lot)
Pacing round in my head
They tell me a lot
(They tell me)
They tell me a lot

You think you’re ready?

- old pages //prod. HXLLSHADE x MAESTRO WONS

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