nostalgia junkie andy made the instrumental
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Girl Sucks

Girl Hush

Girl Weight

Discord
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slav boy beats
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Jean-Luc Brunel

deleting soon

Hostile yet bitch made
Letting a bitch make
Up my sanity shit comments to leave a piss taste
In her she’ll ignore me now bitch make
Up I’m sweating off, pitch break
In my voice as I cringe squeal out her bitch name
In vain
Sit stay
Roll over, unsober
Wanting to break through her cold shoulder
Or amputate, a million things that could occupy this composor
But I just cling to this cunt in a dwindled composure
Wanting some closure
Out the blue this bitch asks
About some bitch ass
That I tried to throw some dick at
During one of our last
Break ups since I for sure thought it was our last
We’ll break up once a month like clock work
I kept coming back cuz I love her
I told her to stop it it’s toxic
That she’d want to talk about a bitch
I’ve done been blocked, shit
But she kept musing on it
Making it a problem
I became obnoxious
Stating “if you do not quit
You can just fuck off then
And assume and acknowledge
My person as rodent as possum
Whatever I say I can not win
“I can fuck a thousand guys that’ll treat me better, it’s a long list
Is how she responded
Sad boy me
God this is corny
Invest in a person for it to depreciate
No margin call to mediate
My reckless spending of time
But fuck it I got time

Go fuck a nigga
He’ll treat you right
Fuck my life
Treat me right

Wun Two Again

I got a face that looks like “what’s wrong
Nothing wrong 
Keep it calm
Crooked fawn
Stunted flaws
Prey upon
A fucking pawn
Idle at the line Of what’s against the law
Drink and drive, crack a jaw
All I ever wanted was for niggas to look at me
And think “Ihope he does not fucking mess with me”
Always looked and talked at like I was made of cheap
Leather and hair
Which compounded insecurities I already had there
I found solace in exclusion
If socializing attempts all end with me labeled stupid
Then why attend the bull shit
I’m not a victim
I’m not special, gifted
Neither a misfit
Normal basic as fuck that tends to get livid
Over, overspeculations
No longer apathetic nor brainless
Accountable for all the negativity
That I perceive
Understanding I’ve been fabricating
Assumptions to the point I have a faculty
In my head just for forming excuses
Then when I see the same tendencies in other humans
I have to know it’s not my place to assume shit
Or call them out cuz then it’s me against their imagination
Faggots agitatin’
Madness flagrant
Pay them no mind, passive fragrance
All this self aware talk but I still wanna murder the niggas who’ve slight me
And if that’s pathetic then bite me

Jings Ndthings

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