Tris w/ Curtis  (newtankmerc & newtankj0j)

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Intro

My eyes are black and blue 
Everything feels brand new 
My heart is heavy, that's true 
Dark days friends are few
I can't put all the blame on you
But that's what you do

Bridge 

Mmh That's what you do
That's what you do
That's what you do 
That's what you do 

Pre- hook 

She's got a voice of an Angel 
It heals you when she sings
She's got a voice of an Angel 
It heals you when she sings

Verse 1 

sober for 3 months now 
I prayed for it to be over 
I'm looking back on my shoulder
Oh fuck I'm getting older
I'm all alone, It's getting colder
Maybe my death it's closer
Ohhhhh 
But she woke me up when she sang 
She sounds like an angel 
Her voice is so angelic 

Hook 

Voice of an Angel 
Voice of an Angel 
Voice of an Angel 
Voice of an mmh mmh
Voice of an Angel 
Voice of an Angel
She can save you 
She can heal you 
She will love you 
She will love you 

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Outro 

The world she lives in
It's different from ours 
She's so precious 
She's so beautiful 
Like the sky with million stars 
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beatbyeeryskies.

VOICE OF AN ANGEL [BLUR]

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just a lil preoccupation, ‘fore the mixtape📼

Undisputed(Freestyle)

FED TIME (NAPALM)

Ballhog

who dat is

_Know one loves anymore

all-that’s-left--of-me--11.mp3

Verse 1 – Dive Bar Universe
Life runs like a dive on the edge of town,
Sticky-tile nights with the lights half down.
Universe leans on the warped old wood,
Grin says trouble, eyes say good.

“Pick your poison, kid, call your shot,”
Menu reads Safe and the Same Old Plot.
I’m done sipping calm from a cracked old cup,
So I nod at the sky and say, “Spike it up.”

Pre-Chorus 1
Past-self groans in the dusty glass,
Future-self claps like, “Let’s outgrow our past.”

Chorus
Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I raise this life like a shaking lamp,
Rolling uphill while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”


Verse 2 – Bike on the Hill
Street tilts cruel and the air runs thin,
Every small doubt crawls over my skin.
Traffic roars loud, whispers, “Turn around,”
But my stubborn heart loves the uphill ground.

Some folks chase smooth, padded days,
Guardrail comfort and familiar ways.
I chase sparks on a crooked climb,
Scraped-up knees but a living mind.

Pre-Chorus 2
Stopping too long on this tilted road
Feels like sliding under the load.

Chorus
Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I raise this life like a shaking lamp,
Rolling uphill while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Verse 3 – Blessings on a Ball of Dirt
Friends hold vigil on this spinning stone,
Root for each underdog, including their own.
Tiny kind acts plant quiet seed,
Growing through concrete, answering need.

Forces I never quite name or see
Tilt small breaks toward you and me.
Every favor I tossed in the dark one day
Rides back home in a bright replay.

Pre-Chorus 3
Even when clouds crowd every view,
Somewhere above, a clear shine breaks through.

Chorus
Pour us a drink that hurts and heals,
Burns our tongues, then shows what’s real.
We raise this world like a shaking lamp,
Walking together while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Bridge – Everybody’s Kink
Every soul walks with a funny crack,
Soft strange fault that holds them back.
Hyper-strong hearts hide tender nights,
Jokers write poems about hard rain lights.

Maybe some watcher who loves our kind
Balanced our courage with these faults assigned.
Said, “For every sharp edge I carve in you,
I’ll leave one weakness to keep you true.”

Final Chorus – Blessing in a Dive Bar
So Universe, lean close, fill my glass,
Mix my failures with a little class.
Line it with dust from my comfort zone,
Salt it with chances I call my own.

Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I’ll ride this hill with a crooked lamp,
Laughing at danger while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Outro
When the jukebox fades and the street turns dim,
I walk out lighter on a reckless whim.
One more round of this crooked camp—
Universe winks, “Go on then, champ.”

TRY NOT TO DIE

𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 
𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖞 
𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖞 

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