lyrics

they see my face, not underneath
under my skin, its always empty
lay in my bed, dirty white sheets
you wont believe i wake up empty
its in my head, thats what they tell me
i cant believe the things they told me
i ran away from the things that hurt me
only to find that im empty

toss and turn, my head feels heavy, why am i trembling
am i okay? 
havent slept in days
but feel wide awake
no words to say how im feeling

its in my head, thats what they tell me
i cant believe the things they told me
i ran away from the things that hurt me
only to find that im empty

in my head

LYRICS

i dont want no smoke,
everybody knows,
bitches say they fuck with me but every body knows 
that im the one that ties the ropes
that im the one that ties the rope
rollin up the weed, fat racks on me, im not talking about green, if you got nothin for me stay the hell away please, i got business to attend, cus i got a quick glance, at your bitch, damn shes a ten
shawty looking good with the black doc marts,
she the typa bitch to hurt you if you arent that smart, the typa girl you would see at the park, with a pen and some paper, shes gotta love art

black doc marts

Type R

Speak In Tongues [splashgvng]

lose my mind! [asari]

its okay, just crash the car

Navy Blue

20 messages

december

shitpost freestyle

nothing feels the same

if i sit still

catch me ridin in the wrx, dressed in red lookin like my deathbed, cant make me second guess, engraved with no intents, its a life i dread

i dont wanna be here no, the scene here aint for me at all, i feel like you all got it wrong, go ahead, talk your shit, i bet i've seen it all

i dont wanna hear it, i dont wanna see it no, 
you flauntin but im rockin, dig a hole for your demise bitch, better go and catch a hitch, you best believe i caught your bitch

you best believe i caught your bitch

carbon (prod. $ocram)

smokin on this wood, man, higher than the moon, man, say my shit's a joke , i would assume thats fuckin true man

now i got nothing left, point the buck up to my head  now im makin a mess

now im makin a mess, only time i feel free is when im covered in red, makin all these moves im in a game of chess, all you needed something new, you all aboutta be blessed

when you try to fuck with me, better be prepared to scream, in your dreams  smokin woods like we all some fiends

dont give a fuck about your patience, smoke this dope till my fucken face itch,
dont give a fuck about your paycheck, cus we all know you smokin fake shit

smokin on this wood, man, higher than the moon, man, say my shit's a joke , i would assume thats fuckin true man

now i got nothing left, point the buck up to my head  now im makin a mess

wetwork

instrumental, beat, emo, midwestemo, guitar, lilpeep, bones, bladee, ecco2k, thaiboydigital

pullingmyteeth

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