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i don’t wanna let u go

[Intro: Lil Peep]
always waitin'
If you leave, I'll start chasin'

I'll be always waitin'
If you leave, I'll start chasin'
I'll do whatever I need to
To prove my love

[Chorus: Lil Peep]
I'll be always waitin'
If you leave, I'll start chasin'
I'll do whatever I need to, yeah
To prove my love is true

[Verse 1: Lil Peep]
I'll be blue face makin'
I'll wake up, she made bacon
I'll be K K facin', take it to the face
I'ma prove my love is true
Givin' all my drugs to you
Givin' all my love to you
I was tryna make my move
Now I'm seeing faces in the booth
I got a gold soul and a gold tooth
She saw a ghost when I lost my roof
I see ghosts all alone in my room
I've been waitin' for you in my room

[Chorus: Lil Peep]
I'll be always waitin'
If you leave, I'll start chasin'
I'll do whatever I need to, yeah
To prove my love is true

[Verse 2: Lil Peep]
Why he always fakin'? (Always faking)
I left his girlfriend shakin' (Yeah)
She said I'll be makin' hits, and I know it's true (Yeah, I know it's true), yeah
Leave my heart black and blue (Yeah, damn), yeah
You haven't got a clue (You haven't got a clue), yeah
I'm just doin' what I do (I'm just doin' what I do), yeah
I'm just hangin' with my crew (Yeah)

[Outro: Lil Peep]
I'll be always waitin'
If you leave, I'll start chasin'
I'll do whatever I need to
To prove my love

always waitin'
If you leave, I'll start chasin'

Lil Peep - Prove My Love (Acoustic) (Re-Prod. Plague Boy)

Could It Have Been Me?

Kinda Felt like yesterday 
We were meeting up in a parking space 
Driving for hours we were miles away 
Telling me you’re sick of your life round here 

You Looked at me 
Said do you wanna come and fly away with me 
I know that we got a bit of history but I got a life round here 

I lost her somewhere in between 21 and 17 
Right girl wrong time for me 

But I remember nights in the car park 
I remember love in a parked car 
Now I’m just thinking about yesterday
Can we go back like Yesterday 

If you ever wanna come back here 
You could come knocking on my door
I’ll be here thinking about yesterday 
Can we go back like yesterday 

On another continent  24 hour flight consequence 
Opposite time zones, Complicates 
But your mam still lives round here 

So I know you’ll be back again 
Maybe we could pick up where we left it then 
Talk about life that has past us since
And we can see where we go from there 

I remember nights in the car park 
I remember love in a parked car 
Now I’m just thinking about yesterday
Can we go back like Yesterday 

If you ever wanna come back here 
You could come knocking on my door
I’ll be here thinking about yesterday 
Can we go back like yesterday 

This time I would come with you 
I’m drinking thinking about you 
10 years ago I still miss you now 

This time I would come with you 
I’m drinking thinking about you 
10 years ago I still miss you now 

If you ever wanna come back here 
You could come knocking on my door 
I’ll be here thinking about yesterday 
Can we go back like yesterday 

I remember nights in the car park 
I remember love in a parked car 
Now I’m just thinking about yesterday
Can we go back like Yesterday 

If you ever wanna come back here 
You could come knocking on my door
I’ll be here thinking about yesterday 
Can we go back like yesterday

Jamie Grey - Yesterday

live more & love more

live more & love more (higher & faster) [feat. Cat Burns]

ANGST>LIEBE

Don't Want A Love Song

Give Me A Sign

Seventeen

Attention

Teenagers

Restart

Dopamine

Upside Down Frowns (feat. Atlas)

youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqNQ-_Xoq2o
can't give enough credit to https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa for coming through with crazy concepts on this gem. mad love to https://soundcloud.com/sagekyote for the killer production
lyrics:
scalpel to the heart trying to stop the bleeding 
symphonic Mozart echoes off the ceiling 
study symbols in each scar trying to catch some meaning
I’ve come to the conclusion yo I must be dreaming
yo I must be dreaming yo I must be dreaming
I’ve come to the conclusion yo we must be dreaming

wake up screaming
same dream that I’ve had for the past six years
it starts on a metal x building, feet are on the ledge, 
head starts tilting, teeter on the edge
and I jump off and it feels like a month long as I’m falling
then it cuts off as I plunge through an awning,
yawning, wake up and
I don’t really know what to make of it I
really wish these night terrors stopped
swear to god, these night mares are awful
scenes out a gothic novel, worst part is that I’m the author
x maybe I should call a doctor, maybe I should get a fucking shrink to see me,
whatever, turn on the TV, channel flip through a bunch of repeat
episodes of the twilight zone, flip to a sports channel with the highlights on,
through the primetime news and a lifetime film and a wildlife doc, then finally stop
on an infomercial
bout a controversial 
experimental, non-reversible
medical procedure
dream deletion, remove potential to dream while sleeping
and enjoy your rosy slumber
interested? call the toll-free number
one eight hundred 5867-633, fine print under, I ignore it 
just grab my phone, and dial the digits till I hear the tone, 
fingers fidget till I hear a lone voice across the speaker groan
thank you for calling
we’re no longer offering our service, I’m awfully sorry
we’re lawfully obligated to close off of our operation
thanks for your cooperation 
and they hang up
rang up their office a second time
and a third and a fourth and fifth and on the sixth I checked the line
to hear a voice give me directions to their office, there’s a sign
out front that says siesta inc in rustic print and when I find it
I should go up flights of stairs until I see a shining light and
walk through halls of doors until I get to room one hundred one
and as they talk I grab the keys and let my Civic’s engine run
and drive until I see the sign, and park my car and walk the floor
and run up flights of spiral stairs until I think I see the door
and open wide and step outside, behind me now the door is shut
I’m standing on a concrete ledge and must be 80 stories up
and as I’m slipping off the edge, I can feel my iPhone rung
and I pick up and hear the voice behind the metal echo “jump” “jump” “jump”
i must be dreaming, like i must be dreaming

flashback to the night before 
lucid swimming ocean floor 
following this motion towards 
the shore but I can barely make it
seems like everything is vacant 
except a solo lighthouse in the forest 
door is forced shut but I climb the ladder
at the top a sadder picture or illusion
eyes moving to a city left in ruins
past the woods, I draw conclusions 
wait, heard a sound 
return to ground, in the trees it seems louder
so I scatter after fractured laughter 
patterns in the distance hear it echo 
losing minutes as I let go of existence 
as I know it, tip toe into this wasteland 
lots of empty spray cans tagging no man’s land
on all the building torn down to pieces 
I wonder if man kinds now become an endangered species
and if so, what’s the purpose of my being?
I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
man I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
still can’t wake up so I see what all my dreams are really made of
as I follow through the wake of whatever massacre occurred
thoughts growing more disturbed passing every single curb
til I swerve into a burning sign and think
where else have I heard of Siesta Inc?

Silent Crowns

Spotify

Siesta ft. samsa (prod. Sage Kyote)

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









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but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

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