Cheese (Rough Draft)

i just gotta stand out

produced by @johnkwondll

i cant fall asleep
lying cold on the floor i feel it all on me
i dont know any more about you than me
black screen on my phone i dont know what i see

i keep drawing on my face so i wont hate it
even when im telling the truth ill have to fake it
blacked out spend my night on the pavement 
staring at my face inside the mirror till i break it

no more staying in my mind you gotta move out
i couldnt think with you living upstairs yeah it was too loud
you really couldnt admit what you had done yeah it was all on me
i found way too many fake friends in my life i watched them all leave

every place that i go i just gotta stand out
theyre always staring at me
i guess im really in demand now
we were all in a room you spilled the truth then i ran out
now its all cause of you that we're through
im yelling man down

dont try to tell me youre a fan now
dont try to say you earned my love you want a handout
it never goes like how you planned out no shit
couldnt show you who i really was you never noticed

i tripped and fell on my wrist and now its broken 
cant ever tell when im sick i know its hopeless
your vision always held me back i didnt know it did
i really cut myself in half now we cant both live

no more staying in my mind you gotta move out
i couldnt think with you living upstairs yeah it was too loud
you really couldnt admit what you had done yeah it was all on me
i found way too many fake friends in my life i watched them all leave

every place that i go i just gotta stand out
theyre always staring at me
i guess im really in demand now
we were all in a room you spilled the truth then i ran out
now its all cause of you that we're through
im yelling man down

man down (p. typhoon)

#FREEBENNY

w/ my bro @clvrr


why you run, what the fuck
like lil bro are you scared to die
smith  & wesson, on my team
you'll die to me or suicide
pour my wock up pour my triss
i smoke gas and you smoke (mids)
bitch we coming back
man you a fat one
we been toting guns
i got hella racks 
got hella money
thanking all my sons
and i got cash, you in a beater
rick owen kicks balenci sneakers
hella cash, i spent on beaters 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you 


smokin on pakkkk 
it dont mean shit to me 
these hoes wanna blow me 
no refereee
get out my life
ur ded to me 
fuck around so much got a vasectomy

hella cash, i spent on beaters 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you 
hunnid racks got guns from sweden
i do drugs like every weekend 
i got guns and we drive demons 
i got racks but you wont see it 

u not 1 of us
broke ass boy jus sippin on tus
like stop why they copy us 
small block bitch im droppin em
we cannot fwy 
lil bitch im sticked up down to my shoes
too many bitches to pick idk which 1 to choose
like my chop i got a long dick
...
ur bitch on her knees n she gave it a twist
i heard ur music that shit was ass
like what is this?
i got my hand up on my chop
im not gon miss uhhhhh
762 this big ass gun this not a pistol
u fucked up so bad look what u done
i do not give a fuck about what u want


hella cash, i spent on beaters 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you 
hella cash, i spent on beaters 
said you love me i dont need ya
fat ass boy you is a eater 20 minuets till i see you

are you scared to die? w/clvrr

ericdoa - stay for awhile (snippet)

prod (onidtnom)
you caught me doing something that i’d never do

goonmaxing to caseoh i’m cooked again

it’s never the end

i caught you looking at me with a light skin stare (i wanna edge myself tonight)

with your light blue eyes and your shiny ass hair (before i drink my grimace shake)

i expected freddy fazbear, you’re not freddy fazbear

i try to be kai cenat

to be someone i’m not

without a big big gyat

i’d say i wouldnt hate

talked to mr andrew tate

i can be your sigma

i can be your alpha

i can be your rose toy….

i could be…

i could be your sussy imposter

if you want i’ll show you speed

you cannot handle me

holdup aint you nathaniel b

\\\\

if the still sun goes maybe i could just do something other 

than writing shitty music but it’s okay cuz i can make a sound and

i hope my parents trust me in the end because its noone else and i

the beds so cold, the pillows warm and my friends are old i guess

my teeth are sharp, so is my mouth, but i guess the time will never go again

and i cried, said it’s fine, i can’t make fun of life, it’s not so simple i thought

the night is howling telling me to do something once to not to get caught i swear

eskibid 🚽

it say my last name on the crest baby

void

A late-night confession wrapped in rain and restraint.
“Sana Barışıyorum” speaks softly where most shout — a quiet truce between pride and forgiveness.
It doesn’t beg, it breathes: whispered vocals over lo-fi guitars, warm 808s, and echoes of regret turning slowly into peace.

This is the sound of someone still standing after heartbreak —
owning the pain without drama, waiting by the door with calm eyes.
Every note feels like an apology written in fog on glass,
every pause a breath that says, “I’m still here.”

Genre: Lo-Fi / Emotional Trap / Turkish Soul Rap
Mood: Melancholic · Reflective · Hopeful · Warm
Fans of: Edis · Şanışer · Rubato · Russ · Ezel

#SanaBarışıyorum #VeteranDice53 #LoFiSoul #TurkishRap #EmotionalTrap #MidnightReflection #InnerPeace #HumanizeTone

it say my last name on the crest baby

ohvine

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