baby don’t break me
god i’m really feeling fine please don’t burn me now

please don’t let me bleed
am i everything you wanted baby tell me now 

god i know i got some issues but i’m really fucking trying 
i can’t even love myself and i don’t wanna see you crying  

cause i can’t save myself 

down bad when i’m blowing up your snapchat 

bite my nails till i get a fucking snap back

god you’re such a pretty face won’t get out of my head 
i’m so fucking toxic think i’m better off dead 

hold my hand baby kiss my head

tell me how you love me see your face turn red 

i know that we could make it healthy 
but i don’t think you could fucking save me

i’m a mess i’m a mess now

expectations on my chest and it weighs down 

i just wanna runaway and find a new town

i can’t breathe god it’s really getting bad now

i'm so scared

prod. eeryskies

dream out
what’s that sound

i don’t recognize you baby 
you’re not who you used to be as of lately
lately missing you on the daily
even next to me i’m missing you greatly
not sure what to say
i’m really hating what you putting on display
i dunno what you did but i hate what you changed
and ever since then i haven’t given a bouquet 
new make up an ache of 
someone else did i mess up
am i really with the person that i once loved 
every time i ask you that you just brush off 
you say enough, you say i’m dumb 
ignorant to love, then bite your tongue
don’t cry to me, yeah you have a mum 
i don’t wanna talk now then i go numb 

forget who you once were
i’m sure that you’re unsure
but that is my answer 
i’m nothing more than an actor 
so dance, dance 
you are in my hands
now meet my demands
you are now my man 

forget who you once were
i’m sure that you’re unsure
but that is my answer 
i’m nothing more than an actor 
so dance, dance 
you are in my hands
now meet my demands
you are now my man

dance

luvdrunk

4r30s (usbhalo)

call it:  'A Night' (usrdeleted)

bipolarity w/ p!nkcasperr (shvde)

written, performed and produced by marcello

samples iPod Touch by Ninajirachi

lyrics:
Poems are not easy to write anymore 
Waters are stagnant 
The snake is a centipede 
Immortality doesn’t seem like a sin
Just another human fantasy 

I fill my days with fantasy 
Still not ready to deal with reality 
Poems are not easy to write anymore 
Seawalls 
Incomprehensible designs 
The snake is a centipede 

I curl up to some memories 
They feel cozy 
Warm, weathered, weary 
I carry them with me
Little pebbles in my pocket 

Music is a refuge 
One day I will go deaf 
But until then 
I have music

until then

mad af

Lyrics:
Yeah, I’m a big boss
I-I been eatin good (WAA)
Feel like Rick Ross
Yeah, pockets big as hell
Ugh, look like Rick Ross
N-Neck wet as hell, ugh
Yeah, I’m drippin voss
Jeans backwards, ugh
Yeah, Kris Kross
Yeah, this my street
Ugh, nigga you can’t cross
You know where you at, yeah
Yeah, you must be lost
I-I’m gon blow that cash
I ain’t go put it in a vault (go)

I’m a all star, nigga I’m a ball
Niggas do that time for me
They gon take that fall
Told her if she suckin dick
Yeah, get the balls
Yeah, told her, “kick rocks,”
Told her, “get lost,”
Y’all boys shop at Ross
Y-Yeah, I’m rockin Rick
Yeah, these niggas gay as fuck
Steady smokin dick
A-Aiming for her eye, ugh
But I hit her lip
Said she like me sound 
Said she like my adlibs
He tryna do some, but I already did it
Racks to big
Ugh, ugh, I can’t fit it
Two seater, and her ass to big
She can’t get in
When she ask for shit
I just laugh, she can’t get it (WAA)
Told her, “I’m the biggest,”
Yeah, told her, “I’m the biggest,”
Yeah, told her, “I’m the biggest,”
Yeah, yeah, I’m the biggest
(go, go, go, go)

Yeah, I’m a big boss
I-I been eatin good (WAA)
Feel like Rick Ross
Yeah, pockets big as hell
Ugh, look like Rick Ross
N-Neck wet as hell, ugh
Yeah, I’m drippin voss
Jeans backwards, ugh
Yeah, Kris Kross
Yeah, this my street
Ugh, nigga you can’t cross
You know where you at, yeah
Yeah, you must be lost
I-I’m gon blow that cash
I ain’t go put it in a vault

You ain’t poppin no more
Shit that’s not my fault
I just spilt the lean
My bad, yeah, my fault
She gon suck me clean, ugh
Suck me out my socks
She gon suck me clean, ugh
Suck me out my socks
Bitch I swing that pole
Just like Red Sox
She tryna touch my hair
She tryna touch my dreadlocks
She tryna touch my bread
She tryna touch my damn guap
Fuck a Mexican
Ugh, ugh, give me guac

rickross

all that I feel is your love when I'm searching around.

featuring @sleyeofficial
produced by @cxldblxxd

thank you for the love and support.

Touch Ft. Sleye (prod. Cxld Blxxd)

High School x Foreign Forest (Prod. Reaper)

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