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Bones - $AX

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Bones - floralprint (prod. Saavagebeatz)

It's high time I find myself in a position to choose, way up above the ceiling collaring my room, cause I've been lost for a second you could call it seventeen years guessing when I could stop guessing, and I make the same mistakes tripping on the same white stones not the stepping kind guess I'd rather fall and fall is what I do I guess I'm blind back up again for the thousandth time, the ride is endless won't be easy to forget this I know how to do it but no still don't get it, but that's okay yeah 'cuz it'll come in time you don't gotta worry I'm just waiting on the latest con, to pick me up with puppet strings, and tell me life is just a dream, to save my life and set me free and in a week welcome back the clouds like they're family.

'Cause this is how we're living now, every smell and sound so familiar, walkin' back from out of mind on a sunny day, I ask for one more time they laugh and turn away, but that's what understanding and acceptance means, and I won't give it back for any less than everything, I've worked to live too long to let these memories fade into nothing at all.

And in reality the only friend to me said to me I wasn't enough I wasn't enough, it was the end of me and my friends turned to enemies I lost my trust I lost my love, in circles and cycles I fell apart, but what I had left I held tight in my heart, I thought that I really knew and that piece of me it grew 'til it ate all the stars in my sky, but everything I do just makes me think of you and I'm too afraid now to try. 

It really hurts to pretend feels like losing a friend that I loved and I know that I won't see again, and every time that I bend I'm afraid I might break a ghost of a ghost haunting this place, In circles and cycles I lost all my trust in love and everything I saw convinced me you were right I watched it fall apart but now it feels alright I walk into what's after.

The Want

Chroniques d’un Monde Mort est un album de rap old school sombre et introspectif, une plongée brute dans une société en décomposition. À travers des récits réalistes, parfois violents, parfois tragiques, l’album donne la parole à ceux qu’on n’écoute jamais : victimes silencieuses, consciences brisées, enfances sacrifiées, amours dévastés.

Chaque morceau est une chronique, un témoignage sans filtre sur la folie humaine, l’injustice sociale, la dualité intérieure entre l’homme et l’animal, la colère contenue et la perte de repères. Les instrumentales lo-fi, lourdes et minimalistes, laissent toute la place à une écriture crue et émotionnelle, portée par des voix habitées, parfois calmes, parfois au bord de l’explosion.

Chroniques d’un Monde Mort n’est pas un album de divertissement : c’est un miroir tendu à une époque malade, un cri lucide dans le silence, une œuvre sombre mais nécessaire, où la conscience refuse de se taire.

La Fille de Mes Nuits

Prod. by https://soundcloud.com/cat-soup-cfgsta
Frayed (3/7)


now you dressing like a weathered peasant
since the shit is trending heavy
looking broke like levees but your tag on bag say fendi
you disgust me not offend me pray youll never feel me near
hold my breathe 10 mississippi i dont want to breathe the same air
we absorb through our pores so i condemn myself from them
pin my hair back and then share all the tales i got to tale
from the then to the now
moments live inside the ground
i can see and hear the sound
when i walk familiar grounds
organic cotton line my pockets
aint no blood inside these fibers
millions dying sewing and tying
for all the stupid shit you buying
we aint here long so its easy to ignore
the happenings and just act as if this life is strictly yours

if i dissapeared i know the world wouldnt notice
the moon would rise in the night the sun would set in the morning
and i wonder
would they even have guessed i was here



Bones - TheyNeverSeemToLearn (3/7) (Prod. by Cat Soup)

Prod. by Drip-133 ( https://soundcloud.com/drip-133 )
Frayed (7/7)


im just smoking browsing looking at commercial spaces
bones been saving about to crack the bank and make the place
that we can make shit
im gonna make sure we straight with every check its half im stashing
put that on myself we better than well of i promise you that shit
use to camp for grams working hand to cans
pushing pressing printing cashing for some rashions when we can
fuck is good the answers us
came from blunts of angel dust
mudbog, huntdogs on the trail
and you know that they looking for us, bitch hurry up

canvas face, oil features
prussian blue inside my my liter
liquid white when i slice get bleeding
legends every step we leading
give you eyes to help you read
lend you mine to help you see
the scenic route, the truth
the hidden path you thought there would never be
look for me youll never see 
only chance is in your dreams
think of me before you sleep
and hope that leeches through the sheets
mirror mirror on the wall
one day you will show me me
till then i will float around this house
and tell them all to leave

leave tell them all leave

please dont make me ask you twice
please im not going to ask you nice



Bones - Iron (7/7) (Prod. by Drip-133)

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