what i used to be

cant get outta bed </3
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cant get outta bed
i cant get outta bed 
they say that im depressed
they say that im depressed
yeah then tell me something i dont know
cant get off my phone
i love to be alone 
or do i hate to be alone

im fucked up
thats 4 times this week
i fucked up
she cant look at me
my mind races
time races
trapped in my head 
i hate tight spaces
trapped in my head 
i hate tight spaces 

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<3

-emo fruits aka young cant get outta bed

CANT GET OUTTA BED (prod. wetgropes)

it’s not my fault it’s all because of ur stupid little elements, 
one day you mad at me the next day wanna  settle this, 
and I been counting hunnids ever since I was a little kid, 
I got money on my mind all the time, you want me back, 
I been spending most my time laying back smoking pack, 
baby I been on the grind I ain’t got time for that, 
baby you been on my mind always think of coming back,  

yea it’s love or drugs, gotta pick one cuz I can’t get enough, 
I choose the drugs cuz they pick me up I’m stuck, 
I love this shit I wanna live, it’s my life I give, 

you wanna let me go but you know that you would get so sick of this, 
and now ur feeling lonely fiending for that one last little kiss, 
and this the way it had to go someone had to go get rid of it,  
and now I’m chasing for that dream, no bitches here keep listening

elements. [noevdv]

cant breathe (old file)

help me

Tell me why my songs nonprofit 
They’ll talk shit about my sound but they’ll still jock it 
If you mock it then you gotta stop it 
Me and deadends just dropped another project 

And I’m still sitting all alone 
Paychecks on my phone 
New York is still cold 
But this blunt warms my bones 

Bitch I am over you 
My girl does stuff that you could never do 

Natalie
taught me to breathe 
Myself is free
Cause myself is peace 

Imagining
a better me 
Is new to me 
But its worth it now 

Fuck Snapchat, come kiss me thru the speaker phone 
Black flat cap 
I got gold on my pinkie tho 
Racks on racks 
New York is still freezing cold 
I’ll text back when this feeling starts to get old 

Fuck Snapchat, come kiss me thru the speakerphone 
Black flat cap 
I got gold on my pinkie tho 
Racks on racks 
New York is still freezing cold 
I’ll text back when this feeling starts to get old

help me

graveyard garbage