produced by wisssery & jolst
i feel a little like my face is melting
and my truth is shaping 
into something that i dont want it to be
i dont want it to be
and i cant even change it
even if i fucking wanted to
but i dont :p
but i dont.
no i dont
no i dont
oh i dont
oh i dont
no i dont
no i dont
its easy to not care when youre fucked up
feeling despair has never been so familiar 
the grass is green and the sun is bright, but
you wont get me out my room tonight
out my room, room
out my room, room
out my room, room
room, room, room.
out my-
yeah
fuck writing
i just needa find a beat and throw my thoughts inside it
woah
woah
woah
woah
yeah
fuck biking
to your house in the freezing cold
frost bite on my god damn nose
where'd you go?
who fucking knows.
where'd you go?
who fucking knows.

frostbite (wisssery & jolst)

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braindead rap music

I get sad a lot a lot like in my head, and trying to cope with this music situation so i can be able focus on my own life

frostbite (wisssery & jolst)

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