prod  lean teen  meat computer

plz dont try this
ya we wilding
plz dont try this
i might shut down entirely 
i might shut down entirely
i might shut down entirely
dont try this
ya we wilding
plz dont try this
i might shut down entirely
i might shut down entirely
i might shut down entirely

i might just lay here
i might just lay here
i might just lay here
i might just lay here
i might just lay here
i might just lay here
i might just lay here
i might just lay here
i might just lay here
i might just lay here
i might just shut down entirely

labels r 4 soup

shut down entirely

your eyes adjust to the light 
pills dont rot out the mind 
just like watching the clock 
just like loading a glock 
the wonder years they go 
the chrome it gets so cold 
but nothing ever lasts 
but x makes it go fast 

and there goes you 
and everything in between 


maybe in a second life 
i could break falling twice 
but i sleep on guns 
breathe thru iron lungs 
born from this machine
i become machine
mix with ecstasy 
all that synergy 

and there goes you 
and everything in between

economics of war

Mastered by Eternal Sunset
original track: https://soundcloud.com/glitch/flip-flop

https://archive.org/details/Silky-Smooth

Silky Smooth

Eternal Sunset - Flip-Flop (Hawawa Remix)

Jampack

350 BHP Turbocharged 4G63T I4 full strafe leave em in the dust

StepMyWay

StepMyWay (NextGenRemstr)

datastream - Trashiii Remix

white benz Spring allergy flow

One of the worst feelings a man can experience is taking stock of his life experience and realizing it has all amounted to nothing.

You cannot see your reflection in a broken mirror. I can’t see mine at all. Every time I look, there is nothing. There never has been, nor will there ever be.

That can’t be right.

There is no way I have done nothing. I have memories, I have experiences. I think.

How do I know anything I’ve said or done, anyone I’ve ever met, any place I’ve ever been, is real?

I don’t remember when I fall asleep.

I don’t remember when I wake up.

I always feel pain. I am never numb.

You’re not supposed to feel when you’re asleep, right?

How do I know if I’m awake?

How do I know if I’m asleep?

How can I prove anything is real?

The time is always correct.

The sun always burns. The ice always stings.

Nothing makes sense.

Nobody speaks to me unless spoken to.

On every spectrum of my existence, I am alone. 

Every expression of my life and how I feel ends up a tale of nothing but sorrow and tragedy. No matter what I do, every story I tell is a depressing one. I am physically incapable of truly expressing any type of positive emotion.

But I smile every day.

How do I know it’s real?
She tells me I’m overthinking. She assures me that I am tangible, and that she is too. Everything I see is real, everything I feel is real. Everything is real.

But what reality is she referring to?

What if she’s lying to get me to calm down? What if she isn’t real, and I’m not real either? What if she knows this and is trying to trick me? Who do I trust?

If life is fake, then death is fake too.

I am too scared to prove this.

Why am I so scared? If nothing is real, then I shouldn’t care. I should be afraid of anything if there isn’t anything to be afraid of.

If I am not real, then nothing ever happened. If nothing ever happened, why do I remember?

If I am not real, why does it hurt?

If I am not real, then why did it happen? Nothing can happen if nothing is real.

I need to know which is my reality, and which is just a dream.

I want to wake up.

cava. 

adiuva me obsecro.

verus es.

ego quoque verus sum?

nihil verum est.

attamen omnia vera sunt.

lebensmüde

TIM€

foil

THANK U EVERYBODY THAT HELPED WITH THIS PROJECT AND ALL MY SUPPORTERS I LOVE U - BLACK KRAY AKA LIL RARI

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