how many layers/what effects are on your vocals? they sound massive great cover also

the valleys-electrelane (cover)

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATOM PARTICLES 1

who knows where we'll be
on tin boats 
come morning 
we sit all alone 
in suffering 
he lets go
to make room for new dreams 
when hope becomes a feeling
these warm roads become healing
who knows where we'll be
the box closed
he still needs an ending

from golden

Lyrics: 

last thing I’m gonna say to you

You have nothing will I’ve got two 

Happiness well you don’t know

Who I am thats gotta show 

Cause I’m free

Free

You don’t get it you don’t understand and you never will

I’m free

Free

Money in my pocket you said I wouldn’t 

Light from my eyes you’re growing cold

Sorry your life is a square 

You are how you live my dear 

Live my dear

Square

Heartbeat (Acoustic Demo)

BASTARD MINDSET

written by ME x

FAKE BITCH
only the strongest survive
even the rich ones die Dianna 
its me Mia and Ana
love and i hate them
but God we look good on camera
i said its all ours
he said its all urs
its all urs Montana
not true
cos if it were actually mine
i would beat it to death with a hammer

just like my mobile im tapped babe
i collect debts like backpay
gotta make sure that my rent paid
1day 1day 1day
say i look fine
things get better in time
say that ur actually mine
u sound so dumb when u lie
fuck ur a weak bitch
i dont get how u dont see it

FAKE BITCH
only the strong ones survive
even the rich ones die Dianna 
its me Mia and Ana (shoutout my good mates bulimia and anorexia, only ones that stood by me the whole time)
love and i hate them
but God we look good on camera
i said its all ours
he said its all urs
its all urs Montana
not true
cos if it were actually mine
i would beat it to death with a hammer

civvy got cash in a mattress 
dumb cunt give me that address
FAKE BITCH
smile and agree
fake laugh at his jokes
then i weep like a abscess
then i actually laugh
cos i just made a cunt place trust in a actress
how the fuck could i even tax it?
(bet its not even much)
babe show me where u stash it

only the strongest survive
even the rich ones die Dianna 
its me Mia and Ana
love and i hate them
but God we look good on camera
i said its all ours
he said its all urs
its all urs Montana
not true
cos if it were actually mine
i would beat it to death with a hammer

☆ASMR beating u 2 death with a hammer☆

BUBBALOO 2

44 Homes [piano demo]

Prod. by Esoom
Master by Harry Fox

[lyrics]

Goddam... she roll better than me, 
little veteran, obsessing with the way that she gleam. 
up on Reddit, cos I read up on what I wanted to be. 
it's looking better, getting better, like it's medicine, Clean. 
and oh god, I get ahead of my themes, 
running with my scissors, stunting, no team. 
little ripped jeans and my fucked up dreams, 
cup full with a thumb packed skeen, 
got a long road home, 
but for once im keen, 
10,000 hours, couldn't fuck with me. 
10,000 doubters couldn't dim the beam. 
its like a point of meth, the goals crystal, clean. 
and like a bag of speed, I hold all base. 
Your girl looks stuck? She called me? 
She grab cock in the club? her forte.  
that's a rock and a hard-place, surely? 
I got hard bars, like prison. 
10,000 lines like Egyptian linen.
hold up.. This is living.
Drop a fifth of shit "sorry, no admission". 
my adorations intermittent. 
Sick of saying one day, "in a minute.." 
So there's only one way, time to give in.
Goddamn... Time to give in... 
white boy like a pound of powder, 
cut cheese. no chase, 
let them doubt the hours,
let them doubt for hours, 
need a mini me, 
talking Austin Powers, 
like literally...
couple nice lines like filigree, 
tryna postpone all our guillotines. 
two golden hearts apart, little dreams, 
and its all do or die now, chivalry
Major moves theres no little leagues, 
im tryna build a path of gold literally, 
dont shit on me, 
kids had enough,
vagabond flex, 
im battered up, 
batter up, 
Double cup, 
run it up. 
Fuck it up, 
let it pour down, 
let it drop, 
let it bleed now, 
let it pop, 
3 degrees too hot to trot, 
shits easy see, go piss the pot. 
my wrist'll gleam if i drop the lot. 
Im off chops they botch the shit, 
lost the plot,
chop the top, 
chop the crop, 
this seasons dead
off the top.
"bro what you got?"
I got lots to drop. 
im gone off the lot, 
I might the crash the coupe again, 
and then i'll buy the benz,  
wind up round the bend, 
this little boy, 
he's getting bent, 
just let him vent, 
to my defense. 
don't need a cent, 
go make a dent, 
i aint faking friends, 
my fate depends on me
too late to end it see... 
my traits are placed two faced, extremities. 
don't ride a trend, i'm me till ending scenes, 
let the credits run when i'm exiting, 
tell them good luck with everything. 
in a black tux at my benefit, 
like oh my, what a memory. 
toe tagged in that cemetery. 
I write lines for my remedies. 
and I find hope in my melodies, 
I sing songs just to let it free, 
i guess this paths my recipe. 
let it be, little Lennon see, 
what a sour taste, little lemon seeds. 
guess i dont need shit but a blood soaked tee. 
Tell her im fucked up, and i dont like me, 
I'd have done the interview, don't like TV.
all this shit they say makes me grind my teeth. 
got enough to think on my own, no need, 
hold pent aggression, in my half a heart, 
gave her half a piece and like a crack heads car, 
got pieced apart. 
chopped off the block. 
She asked what was up, 
i just scoffed. 
like where to start, 
just fuck off

Dogpound

I sing songs and play guitar and make dumb beats sometimes

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