love song 4 the ghost i see in my room sometimes 

original beat by killedmyself (chopped and pitched)
additional violin by my good friend Mohini 

its not somethin else
its exactly whats the most obvious
its so easy to tell
and im no good at hiding it
its rly not that hard to figure out
the obsessions not mutual 
i know u like me but not as much
i wanna be what you think about
i cant help but fall in one sided love 

and im stuck in it  
i get so dumb in it 
there might be something
to make me feel more whole 
somehow 
your touch that feels like home 
but then u cast me off and i end up more alone
strung up
im just a puppet
u can make me dance 
im happy to perform 
in ur bed
im nestled up and warm
hoping 
the night can last more long 

ive been numbed up i dont feel it 
i dont feel the touch im too hollow
can u help me get more human 
maybe some emotions to borrow 
i think im the worlds best escapist 
back then i just didnt wanna exist
so i buried my head in the sand
look at all the time i wasted

. . . . .

when im in your arms it felt so warm like home

produced by scottyplash

lyrics;
ive never felt so hollow
i wish i believed there is always tomorrow
i wanna believe it, but im drowning in my sorrow
im trapped in this box and i can feel the walls narrow
i feel like i could die today 
sometimes i wonder if anyone would even care though.

wanna escape this life
maybe ill end up in hell or ill find my paradise
maybe that would be nice
i try todo everything right
everything's slowly turning dark again
im falling a path leading me to light

tomorrow (interlude)

the life of a lofi boy

fake my death

u Pick apart the angles
And Make sure its golden
Make sure of ur grip on that 45
Tights where i came from
This is how we build slack
This is how we build from a sorry life
Razer blade conscious
I dont wanna die here
I dont wanna kill but I would if I
Absolutely had to
Look at what weve been thru
I dont wanna wallow in 9-5

Black out the cameras
Cock back the handguns
Its straight shot thru the service door
Soldiers of the cityscape with
Sirens as an anthem
Balaclava bantam with chicken hearts
Now its Guns in the briefcase
And guns in his pant leg
Just tell me how this gun tastes 
I ring his jaw
40 digit pin safe
I studied up the brand make
Just read me out the branding ill blow the lock
Bravery and head strong
I promise it wont last long
Dont try to be a hero before ur wondering where ur heads gone
I just had a dream
Where I pinched 200,000 
Im tryna manifest it
Im banking on the outcome
Wrapped on his skull
I think he just got a brain bleed
I know just what his brain needs its money in his hand
Treatment’ll cost you
Its cheaper they just lost you
I wonder if deep pockets could’ve got u out this jam
15 minute total soon as I bag this shit its done
Im modest I blew the profit margin a bunch
Im just waiting on that corolla to pick us up
Its ink mixing up the blood painting on my funds
Unscathed and paid
We got away with it
Dont make that face at me were both villains
What’s death and what’s pain if we already stealing
They upheld the system restricted our fate and  made millions

 u Pick apart the angles
And Make sure its golden
Make sure of ur grip on that 45
Tights where i came from
This is how we build slack
This is how we build from a sorry life
Razer blade conscious
I dont wanna die here
I dont wanna kill but I would if I
Absolutely had to
Look at what weve been thru
I dont wanna wallow in 9-5

how to blow a bank (sorrowbringer x luffysome)

some days I be waking up
and idk why I try no more
some days I just fake this love 
cuz lately I been feeling bored 
not I cannot get enough 
like give me something a little more 
don’t know what I took but it got me feeling good 

i been on some different shit
im stuffing 3 grams in that wood 
no they never high like this,
not high like me they wish they could 

I said ah shit it’s crashing down on me again
and I don’t like it 
back in school I hated that shit 
I said fuck it 

way too ahead of myself I thought I had u in my pocket
I don’t believe in god but it feels like there is someone watching 

some days I be waking up
and idk why I try no more
some days I just fake this love 
cuz lately I been feeling bored 
not I cannot get enough 
like give me something a little more 
don’t know what I took but it got me feeling good 

but i know that someday if i go
like you will think about the past
walking down a lonely road
like thius aint good for my head
i been stuck on auto mode
tryna fix the bad things


but i pray soem day when we are up
may the angels follow us
shit, a couple people left me now 
but they’ll be back so quick
can’t wait o to get up out this town
I fucking hate this shit
my bad it I don’t text u back im 2 busy working

angels [tiresss]

wrote this about the struggles my best friend went through

rotting with the moon (neverforever)

gut punch

lyrics:

Somewhere inside the Hudson
Ive sat for a decade in Ice cold
Way back in port town suburbs
My scent still sticks to my old clothes
Ive lost all but my worst habits
You’ll be who I look for on my walk home
Rolled up in this bleach burn magic
Does this hit of numb ever get old

Another story of a boy who never grew old
How’d that truck taste
That shit was aiming for him
He said in the worst way
I will see you on road
Tell that fuck face
That im waiting for him
Play the tape back
Look at me im love struck 
I just want that back
Look what we had
Waves touch gaff
Just look at me im sea sick
I dont have sea legs
I cant swim back
Just look at my hands
The ropes burned holes in
The legs of my pants
With the force of cannon
I am no man
I was tucked down
In the bowels of the ship
In a selfish abandoned
As the weights laid
I will stay back
Sure my worst fate remains in my head
For Next birthday
I will eat cake
Sure my ship mates ive hurt are all dead
I cant believe my luck
If u could call it that but really ur just war shy
Next time I sober up
Ill face a battle that gets harder every next time

Somewhere inside the Hudson
Ive sat for a decade in Ice cold
Way back in port town suburbs
My scent still sticks to my old clothes
Ive lost all but my worst habits
You’ll be who I look for on my walk home
Rolled up in this bleach burn magic
Does this hit of numb ever get old

hudson bay floater (xlhc x fantasy camp)

hop on a beat and i go nuts
we broke up
heart torn up
bad bitch fucking on a tour bus 
bad bitch fucking on a tour bus
bad bitch fucking on a tour bus

drop the cellphone drinks poured up
every song drop go enormous aye
deadwood drops cant ignore us

time been moving different
think my vision started spinning
i been getting lost in thought staring out the window 
annoying ass bitch throw her out like dispo
i got a bad bitch imma turn into a widow

hop on a beat and i go nuts
we broke up
heart torn up
bad bitch fucking on a tour bus 
bad bitch fucking on a tour bus
bad bitch fucking on a tour bus
hop on a beat and i go nuts
we broke up
heart torn up
bad bitch fucking on a tour bus 
bad bitch fucking on a tour bus
bad bitch fucking on a tour bus

tour bus (prod. mxtthxw)

lyrics
lock me in the studio, ill be fine 
every time i sleep she hears my teeth grind
ill give u my heart girl ion need mine
ill just let it go but can we rewind
this shit way too fancy, i got red wine
[REDACTED]
when im in the booth i feel my tears dryin
ill just chalk it up to some bad timing

i just wanna go back to my home , do u understand 
body parts enclosed inside this frozen land
i got a sixth sense the ghosts try grab my hands 
shawty u can see me thru the grains of sand
sands of time have fallen like the ottoman
i sit in these leaves , im the autumn man
i sit in these flames like im the fireman
oh ontop my desk u can see plenty cans

lock me in the studio, ill be fine 
every time i sleep she hears my teeth grind
ill give u my heart girl ion need mine
ill just let it go but can we rewind
this shit way too fancy, i got red wine
[REDACTED]
when im in the booth i feel my tears dryin
ill just chalk it up to some bad timing

the autumn man (branwen)

Produced by @diveliner and Steven Moses

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tomorrow (interlude)

marsmal