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My research paper is due at 11:59 on Tuesday do you wanna go get some food?
Tacos sound great, how about you?

I ran out of gas on my way 
And all I had left were my organs and bones
So I sold them
All my short comings have led me to you
every time I look up you’re with someone new
I’m on edge most of the time
Then I overfed my dog till one day he died 

Can you just be honest?
I’ve been waiting on the truth 
You’re all I ever wanted
There’s a sun dress I bought just for you, yeah you? The one that you wanted

taco tuesday

I didn’t plan for any of this
And I didn’t think we’d make it this far
So I’ll lock myself into the garage 
And breathe in car exhaust 
I won’t miss you
I stood up way too fast and dropped it like that
You’re spinning me sideways 
Let’s try it my way
Where we go back and forth and on and off 
Can I hit your vape please if I promise to give it right back?
You should’ve known this about me but honesty is something I lack
I know myself and I know what I’m not
Feel my dead cold Body before it starts to rot
Before it starts to make a mess 
For you to clean
If there’s something 
Here to be learned 
There is no good in anyone 
So treat them as you should 
I’m a lot to take in but I’m fun to be around 
You can ask all my friends that I don’t have
Tie me to your sheets
And promise that you really love me

midwest city

LYRICS (: 
In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
Will throw myself off
In an effort to
Make it clear to whoever
Wants to know what it's like when you're shattered

Left standing in the lurch at a church
Were people saying, My God, that's tough
She stood him up
No point in us remaining

We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

Goin' down south don't care what the sign say
Gonna get round damn glad it's a Friday
My way, better do it now or the highway
4N stack a milli' in a suit for a tirade

Matte black pockets packing lead yeah it's lightweight
Poppin up with hands yeah I turn that boy sideways
Creepin in your dreams black whip in the driveway
4N in the underbelly calculate the crime rate 

uh!
And this old estate yeah it's my place
You ought to stay for a minute baby why wait
Middle of the tropics, heat with the dry lakes
I'ma make it I don't care what the time takes

Bottled up inside deep down yeah it's my rage
At least I didn't run around with the five gauge
Land of the money and the gold and the high stakes
Big money slim honeys with the fine waist

Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken

Leaving her to start
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally

Naturally, i got the whole block spinnin
Red at the scene so the face still grinnin
Lead at the beam to your backpack linen
Ay caramba baby can you feel the rhythm

Hard liquor in the shot glass still sippin
I could care less if you just treat me like a villian
4N back in business the stacks just chillin
Had to take it back and burn it down to make a killing

So you better double check your decision 
2 - 3 hits gonna give you double vision
Square up boy less you wanna be a chicken 4N 
On the case, with the double blade, new incision

Ain't no witnesses just a quick intermission
Won't be long I'm just headin to the kitchen
Cookin up heat mad flavour what you missin
4N's back and doing better than invisioned

TIRADE ✧

I Fell in Love With You One Night in June

Had to add ts because I couldn’t find it this platform Rs

Dear mama nino paid

Mirror rorriM

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sumwhere gettin high prolly

project dong

MEOW

i can't fall asleep

care for me

i knew

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Mom Jeans - Death Cup

Mom Jeans - *Sobs Quietly*

Near Death Fail Comp - Mom Jeans

"Freaks" from the upcoming album "Buds" by Reno, Nevada's Surf Curse. Coming soon on Big Joy. June 2013

Recorded at The Smell in Los Angeles by AJM (Moses Campbell)



Surf Curse "Freaks"

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