do you think that i'm somebody else?
you know that i could never help myself
so keep em way up there upon the shelf, dom
coz i don't come down
we're living in a cool place - cold like a codename
in a hypertext sex slave sugar babe melt down
in the shadows
darker than the last, boy
i'm not gonna stand in your way
broken windows
kicking back, never move forward
feel shattered today
and if i talk slow, tell me what you know about having a good time
but don't you come down
i keep it sensible at half decade intervals
then i fly north coz the weather looks incredible
and this time baby
i won't come down
i'll be pantomime and lovely
disconnect you from reality
i'll be waiting for you, patiently
i don't come down

Don't Come Down

she's got both hands tied up behind her head
said it's been a long time coming
i keep both lungs filled up, half the time
just to keep my engine running
we should get together someday, you and i
going through the same old motions i keep the potion close at hand
at the bottom of your ocean i run my fingers through the sand
but if i could shoot you up i would never stand a chance
it's a chemical romance and i don't feel like dancing, honey
now you're laughing me off because ya think i sound funny, ha

you know we'll get together someday, you and i
you'll say it's been a long time coming
but only once the crowds are gone
only once you lead me on
say it's been a long time coming

is it just to keep the engine running?
have you got enough to keep your engine running?
now it's getting tough to keep ya engine running...
both hands tied up, you and i

You & I (Unplugged at The Rooks Return)

Hell Split Wide Open Vol.1
Hell Split Wide Open Vol.1
Hell Split Wide Open Vol.1

Stomach Pains (Prod. Beldondidthat)

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soundcloud.com/rosegoldwav

My Bae (Prod. Rosegold.wav)

Its 6am but I been tryna get to you 
Blowing up my phone bae but you ain't coming through
Playing me the fool, wont come through lets rendezvous
I know you feeling some way i feel it too 

Act like they Gang but they ain't with that
I got 2 or 3 Hits in my bag i kick back 
2 or 3 Blunts to the Face okay i hit that
I know they talk but i cant hear that all my shit slap

I pray for this like its church 
Put that on my mumma yessir i did me the work
I got the proof got the stains on my shirts 
I stay out the way hit the beat make it twerk
Pockets on change used to rack my desert 
now i pocket the wave and they tryna observe 
I had pockets on bake trappin strains for my nerves 
I was writing on trains with my friends on my worst

Act like they Gang but they ain't with that
I got 2 or 3 Hits in my bag i kick back 
2 or 3 Blunts to the Face okay i hit that
I know they talk but i cant hear that all my shit slap

Its 6am but I been tryna get to you 
Blowing up my phone bae but you ain't coming through
Playing me the fool, wont come through lets rendezvous
I know you feeling some way i feel it too

I pray for this like its church 
Put that on my mamma yessir i did me the work
I got the proof got the stains on my shirts 
I stay out the way hit the beat make it twerk

All yall Pulp 
Yall to fictitious 
I hang with cats with intuitions superstitious
I can smell yall from a mile away yall fishy 
I stay on my lone and I stay rolling purple swishas
I need your bitch to give me throat 
Baby im wavy i think imma need a boat
I could be Blunt if you dun really want this smoke
You could get poked, bitch u a hoax
Baby im woke, Pockets on swole 
I got them keys, Like pianos 
I fuck my bitch, like its fuck j cole 
i know you cold, You never told

Its 6am but I been tryna get to you 
Blowing up my phone bae but you ain't coming through
Playing me the fool, wont come through lets rendezvous
I know you feeling some way i feel it too

Act like they Gang but they ain't with that
I got 2 or 3 Hits in my bag i kick back 
2 or 3 Blunts to the Face okay i hit that
I know they talk but i cant hear that all my shit slap

Mud

mattyp57

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