god told me i should kill myself // kiss the barrel

Opened your chest and all I found was a dented metal heart.

PROD: @DEADFAVE
MIXING: @ZYROM
ART: @C3OF

LYRICS:
[VERSE]
They say give an inch and they take a mile
But you took my world from me
Need a skin graft just my ribs left to patch my third degree burns
Absurd how you hit me up and ask for sorries
Pity party with no guests to greet
Hate is all I have left in me
And I wish I wasn't mad at me
Fantasies I live in maladaptive day mares scared of being single in a pair
Not together for forever or whatever else you want
Ain't it better not so complex past the point of normal thoughts
Why my heart race a marathon?
Play the part of clown carrion
Dyslexic love language I can't carry on so I write these stupid songs

[HOOK]X4
One to the two to the three strikes before you kill me with the bat
Your love for me is dangerous that's a fact

[VERSE]
I don't understand
Why I stay the same
Had my darkest nights and my brightest days
Late to my own wake
Shake the shackles off these chains
I can't even feel my face
Soul is rotting like some sewage twist the knife push it in I'm looking kinda thin
Klonopin and walk in clinics
Who we kidding you not getting fixed
Missing parts and missing pages to our story
You was there to see me fall
Dare to be the cause
Tales tall and still unsung

[HOOK]X4
One to the two to the three strikes before you kill me with the bat
Your love for me is dangerous that's a fact

Vacant Chest

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Vacant Chest [prod. dead fave]

love you back?
it’s a never 
sent you back like an error
time to ash off the winter
you a bad elemental
got bad sentimentals
got the luck of a devil
said im back & they tripping
got them wishing i ain’t living
i ain’t mad in my feelings
they done ripped me out my mental
they done had the potential
let it fall right through the center
i’m a bad money getter
bet i’m their competition 
in the past i was flipping
franklin like a money printer
ain’t no time to chilled out
till my bitch up in margiela
eat it up for dinner
in this game i am the table
you with hoochie i’m with hitters
i got the luck of the devil bitch
i’ll always look to you
cause i don’t need anyone
matter fact don’t need anyone
remember long nights waiting on
a dream that my own nightmare fought
they say love is chemical
baby i sure hope they wrong
scars and scars up on our heart
scars and scars up on our arm
said logic count but when it don’t
know i’ll be there to fix you up
ain’t no room to bend up
if they play with i’ll kill that boy
nuff stashed to beat charge
nuff stashed to let it blow
yeah nuff stashed to let it blow
nuff stashed to let you go
realest that you’ll ever know
it ain’t inside of your soul
this ain’t something that you do 
here you rocking on your own
bridges burning up a storm
off of sum they don’t know 
timmy turner to a ghost
got anger in my blood
we hard to find as they come
hard to find and we gone

LUCK OF THE DEVIL

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