Literally can’t compare Winona to anyone..

you cannot free yourself from her by letting this kill you

I feel your pain rest love 🙏❤️💜🩷

(chorus) 
its like the more i try,
the more i seem to be alone.

its like the more you say,
the more i believe theres no home.

you would look me in the eye,
while making up a lie to pretend..

that these things were alright,
but i know this wasnt what u intend.
..

but i was only 5 years,
alone and scared to grow up old.
alone, no home.

maybe its to early or maybe its to late.
maybe shes not hungry.
are you counting her intake?

maybe shes depressed or,
maybe its a phase.
maybe its just something that we cant explain.

(Chorus)

watching patterns on my wall.
i wonder when ill find my home.
alone, no home.

maybe its to early or maybe its to late.
maybe shes is struggling,
are you watching how she plays?

maybe shes depressed or
maybe its a phase.
maybe its just something that we cant explain.
(chorus)

Prod. Dead Boy Beats

My Roots

LiL BO WEEP - i rlly like voice memo ft. Steven Moses

FREEZING w/ Fat Mane

LiL BO WEEP - Salt In The Wounds X ÷☥X♵♹♳♵X☥÷

Throw Down Your Fears

stuck in the ways

Verse 1
I step into the day with a reckless calm,
a ticket in my pocket, a road humming underfoot.
The sky feels wide enough for my flaws,
wide enough for my strange and my rise.
I move light, no baggage but the grit in my ribs,
no script but the pulse that tells me, “Forward.”

Pre-Chorus
Fear walks behind me like an old shadow,
but I let it sharpen me, not claim me.

Chorus
I move like someone born for the wild turn.
I walk the wire and call it living.
I stay rare in a world addicted to easy.
I rise with the storm instead of hiding from it.
I am traveling light — fierce, unruly, alive.

Verse 2
Her eyes strike like cold lightning,
pulling fire from parts of me I thought long gone.
Destiny laughs from the corner booth,
scribbling our names in restless ink.
We dance off the map, two sparks in the undertow,
chasing the truth that doesn’t apologize.

Pre-Chorus
The world pushes its caution into my hands,
but I drop it, and lift my own clarity instead.

Chorus
I move like someone born for the wild turn.
I walk the wire and call it living.
I stay rare in a world addicted to easy.
I rise with the storm instead of hiding from it.
I am traveling light — fierce, unruly, alive.

Bridge
Between the madness and the miracle, I find myself.
Between the danger and the dawn, I recognize my name.
Truth bends the rules around my stride,
and every step burns just enough to matter.

Final Chorus / Tag
I move like someone born for the wild turn.
I walk the wire and call it living.
I stay rare, I stay true, I stay awake.
I rise with the storm, I ride with the night.
I am traveling light — traveling light —
traveling light.
VERSE 1
Here I go, dodging cracks in the street,
weaving through noise with blistered feet.
Midday weight presses on my chest—
still I chase the story that feels best.
Why keep moving when the world says stop?
Because stillness tilts and doubts rise up.
Momentum keeps the ghosts at bay
and quiets what fear tries to say.

CHORUS
I carry a kink in the soul—
that wild small fracture I can’t control.
For every bright power I cradle inside,
there’s a soft cracked place I tend to hide.
Grace grows steady along that brink—
the gift and the crack, that kink.


---

VERSE 2
Every face in the rushing crowd
keeps their secrets wrapped in loud.
Strong ones break when the nights run long,
quiet ones rise when the world feels wrong.
I hold sharp wit, yet tender bone,
hide from love then fear being alone.
The part of me that shines with light
leans on the flaw that keeps me right.

CHORUS
I carry a kink in the soul…
(and the mantra repeats its whole).

BRIDGE
Maybe some cosmic watcher smiled
and paired my strength with something wild—
a soft flawed zone inside my chest
so every triumph stays humble-blessed.

FINAL CHORUS/TAG
So when I stumble on my private ache,
I remember every heart must break.
Half saint, half mess, half honest truth—
this kink keeps me aligned with proof.


StormRise

I WANA FLY AWAY

you can not put a fire out by pouring fuel in the wound

On my Own Prod. Hound Beats

i know i make u cry, w/ lilboweep [Charlie Shuffler]

independent 
I SING WHEN IM SAD. THESE ARE MY EXPRESSIONS
LIL BO WEEP / UNALOON
LILBOWEEP@GMAIL.COM


you can not put a fire out by pouring fuel in the wound

LiL BO WEEP

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