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LYRICS:
i’m so stressed out 
feel it in my chest now
smoking cigarettes
tryna fit with the depressed crowd 
can’t settle for less now

no money in my pocket 
gotta watch when i’m upset now
i feel so defeated when i look at my regrets 
face it like a man, they said i’d gain upmost respect 
but i lack the subtle feeling when i’m faced with the neglect 
i hate it, so i smoke till i’m yay high out of my head 

i speak of such dread
these dreams of lying dead
they seem to be a sign
a poet’s line of my own death 
i was trying just to find
where the time had been afflicted
used to say i’m sober
now i smoke like i’m addicted 
i swore that i was finished
to all the girls who came before 
here’s all the love i rented
all the love i meant it 
i don’t hold grudges
never take life for granted 

wish i had time to speak to some of those who have descended 
i get to feeling weak, blurry eyed, high and destined,
now i feel a bit more confident in what i dressed in 
a little less stressed and, 
bullet proof vest in, 
i don’t trust these pussies, 
jordan belfort i’m invested

as a child i was reckless
anger was no stranger 
punching holes and breaking dressers
i’m often used to falling apart sorry for making messes 
ship me off maybe a calm, Jamaican setting 
i let this mess undress it
i’m sorry

was i the reason that you left?
i was on my emo shit
being all sorts of depressed
i admit i should’ve kept it in 
locked it in my head
i have my insecurities
and they currently hurting me
i deserve it preferably 
if you’d just let it be
Paul McCartney with the Höfner let the music speak 
Meechy Darko i took over while my demons weep 
you mention enemies, 
yeah i got plenty see,
keep my circle real small i don’t fuck with many,
never stood tall always considered a deadbeat,
yeah i cry real shit, 
while i sink real deep 
if only half these people knew what i wanted to be
maybe they’d be more hype about the music that i release 
i repeat, yelling FTP
laying low with Skully 
smoking weed watching MTV
i hate it 
hope we make it
shake it off
i overthink
but i don’t have an ounce of doubt
i swim until i sink

loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere

Uh
Back when I started
Thought for sure I would've made it already
Big ol crib with a bitch
 And the Money come steady
 Still  nobody on my level with
 The sound that I got
 You steady hating yea I see you 
 Faggot hope that rot
 I ain't really for the flexing
 But lately I do it alot
 In FTP I stay dripping
 Got your bitches legs shaking
 Know for you that she be faking
 Say she do it alot
 Uh
 Still spitting heat
 On the beats
 Going harder than a retarted kid
 They say I did this shit  for clout
 But back then shit was simple
 ain't have to worry bout getting sued for what I said
 From some Karen bitch 
 Wrap the cord around that  bitches head
 Everybody be so soft
 That's how I know I'm built different
 So much anxiety inside
 But know I stay fucking twisted
 Even the Devil stay and visit
  only competition be myself
  bitch I stay fucking gifted
 Another banger on my belt
 But  I'm just speaking to myself
 Uh


Conversations With My Demons At 3am

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Gray/Grey

BEHOLD A PALE HORSE

Alex G - East Coast

Suffer On

Rest

First Released March 11, 2016 (March 2016)
Produced by Landfill (@xlandfill)
Track 9 "Pissin Off (ft. $hy)" Produced by Blank Body
Track 11 "I Like Being" Produced by Vittal Flex
Track 12 "Piss On The Kitchen Floor" Produced by The Virus And Antidote

This project was made before the formation/transition into the Anti-World collective

loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere

krypt king