FTS-887-2.mp3

Lyrics: 

We were soaring so high, 
Just you and I.
No one left, asking “why?”
Did our love have to die? 

I best fight while I’m young,
Lately, I’ve been biting my tongue,
I don’t talk about shit,
Pressing it under the dirt, but it sprouted.
I was on top of the world, had it mounted,
Now I roll over roadbumps, feel like they’re mountains.
Got me thinking ‘bout how could I allow this?
It was all “fuck you,” but now I doubt it.
Let me take it back in time,
Little skinny fucker with a plan to rise,
Tears dripped from my hands and eyes,
I done felt my dad’s anger lie,
Pried my disposition and anchored mine.
Man behind me like a pantomime,
And so I made my little very own Frankenstein,
Grave digging, I cave into a shattered kind.
I gotta say, man, I never see clear, but I have been blind.
Come through like “man’s been fine.”
It’s all live when I arrive.
Alright, alright, keep flowing,
I couldn’t keep it from going, I fear that my teeth are showing.
I throw up a little peace, and another piece in the oven.
Jitter feet at the function, bro, I feel like I need to toughen up.
Pardon me, just a part of me,
I got my heart on my sleeve, so I always stay covered up.
Put my foot down, with my other up,
Split in the middle, I’m conflicted and clusterfucked,
Looking struck, puzzled luck,
Even handwriting’s like a fucking slug’s.
I got problems, right?
I got problems, right.
Look like a fucking mug,
But as long as I keep my broom on my side,
I can always sweep that shit under the rug.

We were soaring so high, 
Just you and I.
No one left, asking “why?”
Did our love have to die? 

I suppose it was always a part of me,
Deep in my veins, flowing through my arteries,
And you know, I was always a target, see?
But it was never hate, I say it wholeheartedly,
‘Til it became that,
Spiting other people, I guess it was payback.
And that ounce of love became a little needle in a haystack.
Sayings are so cliché, I know you hate that,
I know you wanna hear me say I’m on my way back,
But I ain’t there.
When you waved, got me wishing I could take care,
But I let you down, I know it ain’t fair,
But the way you sound just might wake fear,
Inside of me, I’ve got this fright in me,
That I might never ever reconcile with me.
Cause if I do, there’s a chance that I can die with peace,
I just know that shit won’t stick if I’m lined with grease.
Dislike, I got mine in the driver’s seat,
Trying to climb, but the heights increase,
Further and further than I can reach,
Saying “I’m gonna change,” but I’ve tired that speech.
For too long, I’ve just laid my eyes on me,
Discarded you, my mind just bleeds you out,
Trying to close that door,
But I fear that I won’t be you anymore.
I’m scratched and sore,
Attached, unsure,
Latched, 17, thinking that I’m mature,
They say “love, hate,” but mine’s obscure,
But hey, either way, it’s alive, impure.
Fear of me seeing myself on both sides,
And tears streaming down my face from both eyes,
I’m selfish, helpless, careless, hold lies,
And I’ll tell you now, that’s how my love died.

dissonance

too cold (prod. elzio)

moneymade (prod. dosis beats)

this one means a lot to me. I hope that it resonates with you.

Spirits

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rude disturbance

Prod . MarkoTP x Ayoreese x K1bo

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been waiting so long to post this cause it was on a computer I couldn’t access. LEOPARD PRINT.

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Peter John Carden