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JUICE WRLD Type Beat (coprod. Freshman Prodigy)

beat by @freshmanprodigy

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i explain the lyrics here!
https://genius.com/Schwarzie-dead-and-cold-lyrics

don’t get too comfortable around me
give off an air of infidelity
make me fall and then watch me as you leave
i’m not as important as i ought to seem

tell me lies, boy, tell me lies
tell me I’m yours, i’m yours for the night
don’t be kind, please, don’t be too kind
break my mind, break my fucking mind

i wish i was dead and cold
i wish i was dead and cold, i wish i was dead
i wish i was dead and cold I wish i was dead
i wish i was

all men ever did to me was either get too close or not close at all
i either fall too hard or fall away so quickly like my cortisol
catching feelings for you was the worst thing i ever did
more than i ever strived to be thin

i wish i was dead and cold
i wish i was dead and cold, i wish i was dead
i wish i was dead and cold I wish i was dead
i wish i was dead

i wish i was dead
i wish i was dead,
yeah

dead and cold. (prod. freshmanprodigy)

Meek Mill Type Beat (Coprod. Freshman Prodigy)

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https://open.spotify.com/track/6YB5ewuLgHXGIEU0WEBQo5?si=1K8hvRlzSQyPyRdHl1bd2A

clinging to my body heat in a rather warm room
my skin is a casket and my shoes are a tomb
my hair is getting thinner and sadly so am i 
i tell my friends that i’m sorry that i want to die

there’s a ghost in the upstairs bedroom and she looks like me
i rebuild bone by bone, barren wasteland of teeth
i don’t recognize these cold dead eyes
my lips still taste of war from this battleground inside

i say i’m sick, you say i’m beautiful
i say i’m starving, you think that i am full
ask you for help and you say i don’t need it
you ask me for tactics, rehearse and repeat it,
oh “i just work out a lot”
things are not what they seem
i say you don’t need this kind of lifestyle
why can’t I say the same thing to me

i rip things apart just to prove that they can break
i love to tear apart for its own sake
frankly, my dear, you’re not safe in my hands
why can’t you just understand 

i say i’m sick, you say i’m beautiful
i say i’m starving, you think that i am full
ask you for help and you say i don’t need it
you ask me for tactics, rehearse and repeat it,

oh “i just work out a lot”
things are not what they seem
i say you don’t need this kind of lifestyle
why can’t I say the same thing to me