Golden Kappa Train

see ya tomorrow! (P. CULLEN GOYXRD1)

you see it, you live here. you can't see the seasons change.
I swear ive done everything I can do.

w @savsix
prod @nowoe
melodrama records

honest ft savsix (prod nowoe)

remember when / Mellzin

love letters from the heart

im a mess ft. savsix (lilbiscuit + kind)

ma phone prodbynavey

LYRICS

This about the time to let your ex go
clean house for the next one yeah
you don't see what you don't have yet
you don't want what you don't see yet
you don't know but you so believe that
ain't nobody gon' replace her
boy you the one who made her
you even architect her faith so
she don't believe in fairy tales no mo (x2)

fuck it all leave it up to the rng
weed smoke over love drop the rnb
champagne poppin off from the balcony
cancun summer dreams it's another season
same room 308 now we never leavin' (x2)
bootstrap to an empire now I was born a leader
see through all the hate it's a melody

breathe out let her face out your mind brother

this about the time I let the past go
dream long with a fast show
die young if I get cold
I don't wanna ever feel older
I'm peter pan to these geezers
I turn you to a believer
standin tall makes my feet hurt
baby none of this is theater

Got the car, and the coat, and the money with the bros
dollars at casinos
hittin up the shows
doubled up hittin milos
best believe never at zero

Ex Go

Vampire (demo)

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Darkmoon.[corrupt]

Orientation 01 [Null]

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But I remember
Fleeting shells sinking ever slowly
Folding downwards, into themselves
Forever tearing along the seams of the sky
Until nothing remains except the eternal ghost
And you ask yourself...
Could there be anything greater than this?

Orientation 01 [Null]

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