16-18 y/o me relates so fkn unbelievably hard to this title

new year soon. i had to whisper to make this song. i hate being limited

back from vacay. ready to cook up sum projects. have fun with music again. experiment. in the comfort of my galaxy.

hear that bitch wanna fuck on me
i dont want u 2 fuck on me
im workin on a masterpiece

..its weird to me
2 years of love and we moved on like nothing happened
stupid boy think out loud, nothing happened
hidin my face like idk what happened/..

produced, mixed, mastered by your's truly. (coticker)

have some fun, that's when the universe loves you.
love the universe, that's when you have some fun.

who needs lyrics anyway? thank you venice, thank you my little constellations<5

venice

produced, mixed, mastered, shot and killed by coticker

so thankful for people listening, love making music for myself and for the little internet constellations, shine bright my little stars!!! <333

a dream wish i'd forget

#~~> *- Draw -*<~~#
Vocals: okashe
Prod: Mis4ortune
Co-Prods: MyCorpseBride, Oneacuraa 

[Intro]

[Hook]
Said that you don't really care, you don't really care, ah
I don't really care, I don't really care, nah
Pussy boy you cannot match up to my repertoire
How bout' take ten paces back, and then draw

[Verse 1]
As if you'd fucking draw
That's your fatal flaw
You can talk behind a screen
But you wont face me, or nah?

I'm the type of freak to hit it
From the waist style raw
You the type to tweak and
Pivot to the way that you rot

[Hook]
Said that you don't really care, you don't really care, ah
I don't really care, I don't really care, nah
Pussy boy you cannot match up to my repertoire
How bout' take ten paces back, and then draw

[Verse 2]
Thinkings black and white,
I gotta be that cruel when I aim my sights
For you got a coffin in mind
Chain smoke these blunts I light

So much talk, but you not much fight
Pretty little bitch, but damn she bite
Keeping it two, I'm reaching new heights
This shit be my fuel, spite

You can call me cruel if you want
Yeah, I can keep this shit up all night
Its that typa shit you dont clock
Yeah, pass me that shit, like alright

Its all fake friends, wit their fake drip
Wit their fake girls, and their fake whip
I wont take lip, catch the fade quick
See his downfall? Bitch I made it

[Hook]
Said that you don't really care, you don't really care, ah
I don't really care, I don't really care, nah
Pussy boy you cannot match up to my repertoire
How bout' take ten paces back, and then draw

[Outro]
Said that you don't really care, you don't really care, ah
I don't really care, I don't really care, nah
Pussy boy you cannot match up to my repertoire
How bout' take ten paces back, and then draw (x3)

new year soon. i had to whisper to make this song. i hate being limited

yn09

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