All of you are happy, why you still complain </3

Best Of “not home.”

lyrics:

I got ur face on my arm in ink
And just like the real thing it brought me pain
And just like the real thing I feel the eyes blink
between these bruises I made the cheeks pink

Before these French 75’s
I was i was doing fine
With liquor red eyes
I wish I had stayed inside tonight
She like u dont know how to party
How u done when the night just started
Rose for the broken hearted
One shot and the shits restarted
This night is the start of an era
Rolling up aloe vera
Low eyes under white mascara
Baby I can read ur mind
Smoke blow thru my drive
Kush clouds realign my spine
I think I secure my shine
I will see it thru this time

I got ur face on my arm in ink
And just like the real thing it brought me pain
And just like the real thing I feel the eyes blink
between these bruises I made the cheeks pink
 cause out in those woods I was terrified
But some how I will make it home alive tonight
And some how she’ll be warm inside this winter white town
And ill be tucked away up on this satellite

I got ur face on my arm in ink
And just like the real thing it brought me pain
And just like the real thing I feel the eyes blink
between these bruises I made the cheeks pink

And I made a promise for me to uphold
But late night in this bed without you tends to get cold
And I know think about the the way it torched
But I promise there was nothing in there for u anymore
I got ur face on my arm in ink
And just like the real thing it brought me pain
And just like the real thing I feel the eyes blink
between these bruises I made the cheeks pink
These Tattoos cover up all of my insecurities
 Im left without my faith when she cant tell me what to believe
But I will find a way like I always do
And Despite my brain my life moves on without word from you

I got ur face on my arm in ink
And just like the real thing it brought me pain
And just like the real thing I feel the eyes blink
between these bruises I made the cheeks pink

ink (jabarionthebeat x vvsmelody)

srry pt2

august

srry

fake

beamer passenger side
its nice to look in your eyes
I missed your face when you lie

she think I'm cute when I sigh
heard you with a new guy
so why you binging my line
guess you think about me sometimes

you still wear my shirts in your bed
I know that fuck with your head
all the blood that I bled 
and all the shit that you said

I can't sleep at night
when I know your right
fucked around and went cold
I could be the hand that you hold
but I've been trying not to fold

fuck me up again
with the texts you send
I can tell you aint grown
imma stay here alone
from what I've learned and I know

beamer passenger side
its nice to look in your eyes
I missed your face when you lie

and how does it feel
to be, what you've become
what you said you would never be
cause I don't feel anything, anymore
so take me away

youth (santana)

We had built upon the rubble here
Brick by brick
Just to watch it fall to enemies
It makes me sick
Half us part with our extremities and sanity admits
Now our hearts dont feel and our legs dont kick

Way before I was a boss
I was a heathen I made it my job
Trench rot all on my arm
I turned to charger I fell out my zone
Im Mixing up Fanta blueberry patron
I love my brothers too much to condone
Any of this under me in the stone
If its bout me I will go on my own
This Snow works its way down to nerves round our bones
Just As god works his fear down to food for our souls
I speak out of place from a place made of gold
We all work the same but our land  favours chosen

''yuga
I see their face in the phone like they worship the beast 
i gotta wake up cuz i was chosen 
all of this energy is setting me free 
but all of them look hopeless
i can turn around 180 degrees 
and they thought that I wouldn't notice
that behind my back they were talkin shit
we get face to face they seek solace
I'm on the front line against riot shields I'm gonna die just like a martyr
fuk these governments that bleed us dead they're gonna lead us like lams to the slaughter
I'm in black robes hidden ninja stars bohemian grove I'm posted up
I bet these old fuks wouldn't know it's us imma pull up and make em bite the dust

snow works its way up the limbs in my bones
and I'm left to fight here but I'mm not alone 
we sing out of a place of a place made of gold 
I see bodies in the river as you lead me home

the_ Rumbling ft sewerperson (prod:eric godlow)

sewerperson - another day

[Intro: Sewerperson]
(branwen)
I can fling it
I feel it, I guess it's our turn
Oh, all this armour

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
Another day of talking just to say nothing
I message pretty much two people at the most
I'm scared of saying something wrong
I wake up and apologize for the millionth time this month
I'm tryna get fucked up so I'ma hit it from the bong
Substance been my best friend since she did me wrong
But we don't get along, this should kill me, I'm not strong
I won't put it in the setlist 'cause I would start to sob
This love you feel is fake, they just tryna get on

[Verse 1: Sewerperson]
I'm about to give up, they don't even know
I've thrown up every meal, I'm just tryna take it slow
Of course I knew that I would have these dark days
But dear God, just give me some of the light, please
I forget what had hurt me in defense
I regret every minute we have been friends 
Deep in thought, I reflect
But I'm brought back to reason by these scars on my neck
I'm not tryna pretend, I'm just geeking
Even if I was dead, you would knock the bleeding
And I know I made my bed and I'm sleepy
This bitch tryna kill me, made me happy

[Verse 2: guardin]
Been ignorin' all the signs, I'm not doin' fine
Lost another friend and I was sure that we'd survive
In the midst of all this shit, I put my life in an archive
Next to everything I loved and hoped eventually would thrive
But the truth is hard to swallow after everything has died
In the process, hard to grieve in tears, I wanna compromise
So you better try to settle for your comfort in the words exchanged from you to I
Move across the Eastern Coast and commit social suicide

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
Another day of talking just to say nothing
I message pretty much two people at the most
I'm scared of saying something wrong
I wake up and apologize for the millionth time this month
I'm tryna get fucked up so I'ma hit it from the bong
Substance been my best friend since she did me wrong
But we don't get along, this should kill me, I'm not strong
I won't put it in the setlist 'cause I would start to sob
Just let me feel this fate, baby, they just tryna get it all

sewerperson - another day (ft. guardin)

not home. - original

An acoustic song made in 2020, prior to starting his career as not home.

pretending

not home. - pretending

got em running quick and by the morning in the mountains

9tails - honor roll (prod. guillermo)

9TAILS - polaroid (prod. nayz)

Sewerperson- February 15 (Original file)

Faced should be finished and out by the end of the month!
prod. rodger @lilrodger
9tails @i_x_t_a_i_l_s

call me loveless, i don't wanna fuck this
up for the two of us, don't you know it'd ruin us,
nothing to discuss, who's really to trust,
staring at me with that feeling of disgust,

tried to warn you, bitch i get toxic,
it starts out perfect, maybe i'm not fit,
to have a girlfriend, someone to hold at night,
cus when the world ends, you know i won't put up a fight.

could we sail away at the end of the day,
might be the only way you'll get me to stay,
out in the pouring rain, home to all this pain,
throw your troubles away, bitch, just get faced.
x2

catch me laughing, between these verses,
levity never really hurt this,
thing i called a heart, like did you even notice,
me screaming at the top of my lungs, shoutouts to lotus,

call me loveless
faded like the sunset
weak chest
red eyes
but no emotions make me upset
im not coming down
cause this is not an ego death
ill placebo you
and show you just how real it gets
you could feel the stress
thoughts that strip your happiness
strike your mind down to the core
and force a hard reset
ive entered the deep end
you not in the stream yet
im not in the industry
but workin like a branch head

could we sail away at the end of the day?
might be the only way you'll get me to stay,
out in the pouring rain, home to all this pain,
throw your troubles away, bitch, just get faced.

never felt so alone and I don't pray anymore,
I havent felt more at home since we layed on the floor,
you kept your own pace, just to save face,
honey, did you win the race, did you reach that place,

and are you living well, I know this life, it gave you hell,
but when you're never heard, you feel you always gotta yell.
but keep your distance, i don't coexist bitch,
call me loveless, i won't really miss this.

fake

not home.

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