i never knew how to fit in
i always feel myself shaking
i never really ever felt right
they all know somethings wrong with me

i never asked to even be here
so many years and what do i get?
theres no point in getting a career
i dont want to be here anymore

feeling
(feeling so strange)
feeling
(im like no one)
feeling
like an alien

alien

It's almost like there is nothing left
I can't believe you would cause such a mess
In the end I will always love you
Why did I do the shit that I do
I'm at the end of my own tether
Barely holding shit together
I want to kill myself
But I'm no longer overwhelmed

By sights and smells that remind me of you
Why have I been left alone
Was it something you thought, about who
didn't mean it, I miss your moans
I meant what I said I still feel it
Why did I have to be such a slut
Didn't think that you could grieve it
It didn't matter that you were adult

It's almost like there's nothing left
I want to kiss you across your chest
Why am I such mess
Why am I a fucking mess
It's almost like there's nothing left
I want to kiss you across your chest
Why am I such mess
Why am I a fucking mess

i can never forgive you (because i can never forgive myself)

( ft the throat goat himself @genericsongs6 )

Remember when we first met
I saw you light up a cigarette
And I watched you inhale, eyes filled with awe
I wanted to be you, look awesome and all
But now that you've left, all I have's an addiction
You caused me to break down, gave me an affliction
Now

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a cancer in my lungs
And it's not alright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Left me aching in my heart
And I continue to cry

Did you ever think about me
It's not tabacco, but your love that I need
To keep me going, but you just fucked up
Continued yelling, my love was not enough
Why do you, keep screaming
The doubts they keep on seeding
And I think I'll hate you forever
Because you'll always never
Think that

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a cancer in my lungs
And it's not alright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Made me keep on counting clocks
And I'm out of time

[Generic]
I wanna know why
You can't be here with me now
Left with my own vice
Pulling away from my life
I wanna know why
You can't be here with me now
Left with my own vice
Pulling away from my life

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a cancer in my lungs
And it's not alright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Left me aching in my heart
And I continue to cry
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a tumor in my brain
And it causes such a fright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Made me keep on counting clocks
And now I'm out of time

smokers luv (ft Generic)

the C enjoyer

[verso 1, guitarra + voz]
You live stressed everyday
You write code that you don't like
Your wife cheats on you with your boss
Bootlicking to keep employed
The whole time you're just debugging

[coro]
uh uh
unemployed, programmer
uh uh
i code with a hammer
uh uh
youre a slave and im not
all the nicotine you smoke cant replace the fact (your life is shit)

[insturmental corto]

[verso2]
I code with one hand in my balls
While you sleep im still awake
My family calls me a lazy
But I code just when I want
I'll teach your son how to smoke crack

[coro]
uh uh
unemployed, programmer
uh uh
i code with a hammer
uh uh
youre a slave and im not
all the nicotine you smoke cant replace the fact (your life is shit)

[insturmental mas largo]
[coro]
uh uh
unemployed, programmer
uh uh
i code with a hammer
uh uh
youre a slave and im not
all the nicotine you smoke cant replace the fact (your life is shit)
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You're a slave and I'm not™ mark belongs to Preripped

unemployed programmer

nothing is okay
and nothing is fine
you believe in all of their lies
and your never gonna realize
your nothing but a tool
to the masterminds
cause your a fucking fool
and i hope you die

oooooo
ooo

just watch nothing but mindless entertainment
i cant even say your really human
ignore reality just trust all the screens
youll be nothing but a statistic
a statistic

oooooo
ooo

i told you all
but you didnt wanna believe me
you all called me crazy
but now you fnally see

mindless entertainment

nuke india w/ yogour(t)

Hawk Tuah (I got fired from my job for being incestcore to the core)

Sell Your Cloak

interlewd

fighter powder- dad
nokilam- mom
404me- sister
fattard- brother
yogourt- cameraman and instrumental

outro

Voodoo Ranger

paste is not a band
pasteluengas@mail2tor.com
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1Sfl130tVdc2ZyQqta3jgS