I just wanna do this on my own
Make tunes, stay at home
All this bullshit can't condone
I got homies I can't trust
People hit my phone say i'm a bust
Talking all wreckless, they don't really want that fuss
Like

Do you fuck with me?
If you don't, let me know, let's move on
I mix sprite with Patrón i'm so gone
When i'm with you why does life seem so long?

Push comes to shove
Baby you my dove
Show me signs of love
When i'm lonely need a hug
Take knives out my back
Then pull the fucking rug
Like baby what's the rush?
Pour another cup

I've been lonely too long-ong
And I know that you singing my song-ong
Saying that you love me no you don't
Imma break your heart I guess I won't

Baby wanna do this on my own, okay
On my own, okay
Comme De Garçon, you know it's all play
Yeah, know it's all play
When we seem to fight it doesn't go away
Seen better days, alls okay
You been poppin' bottles, just to feel some way
Drugs, cocaine, Kurt Cobain

Fuck all your fake friends
I don't pretend
Wow, you so cold below ten
Knives in my back, that's a trend
Bet you won't talk face to face, not again
No not again
All you jokes fold
I don't bend
Where do I begin
Oh so fake friends
Act like you hard
Won't pull up for your friends
I'll hop out the Benz
Stay ten toes
For my woes and my kins

Yeah
Baby wanna do this on my own, okay
Baby wanna do this on my own, okay
Comme De Garçon, you know it's all play
Comme De Garçon, you know it's all play
But when we seem to fight it doesn't go away, go away
Seen better days, alls okay
You been poppin' bottles, just to feel some way

Baby wanna do this on my own, okay
On my own, okay
Comme De Garçon, you know it's all play
Yeah, know it's all play
When we seem to fight it doesn't go away
Seen better days, alls okay
You been poppin' bottles, just to feel some way
Drugs, cocaine, Kurt Cobain

Do you fuck with me or no you don't
If you don't let me know
I mix Sprite with Patrón
I'm so gone
I mix Sprite with Patrón
I'm so gone

Drugs, cocaine, Kurt Cobain
Drugs, cocaine, Kurt Cobain
Drugs, cocaine, Kurt Cobain
Drugs, cocaine, Kurt Cobain

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(Prod: Adam Haag)

On My Own

Final Breath (prod. Kubsy Beats)

ONESTEP -LuhZae ft. LilKy

Pleasure (Slowed Vzn)

No im not alright w/coskies (broly500! )

Listen Everywhere: https://song.link/jjw5r3gmnsgk8
Lyrics on Genius: https://genius.com/Heymrnoodles-only-wanted-love-lyrics
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Producer - Malloy, maxflynn
Vocals - HeyMrNoOdLeS, Xistential
Composer - HeyMrNoOdLeS
Cover Art - HeyMrNoOdLeS

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OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS!

only wanted love (feat. @_xistential_) (prod. @isitmalloy x @prodmaxflynn)

-lyrics-
Bitch, I don't wanna go out we in the Dog Pound
Wit my bro from the South that's when this shit goes down
Me an Heartblake smoke strong by the ounce
Get the gas lit up 'fore we buy another round

Lungs filled with smoke
Life critical
I sold my soul to the devil he knows
I'm losing hope
Trust it got broke
Hate me, jus hate me hang me by a rope

I just blew a bag on some dope
Sorry I'm about that
Gotta smoke wit my bro
He be hiding pain
Like there's some diamonds in his tote
I told him smoke this Dr. Strange
An in some time he'll better know
How to act
How to roll
Switch to shawtie suck my soul
In the bed she like a demon
Fuck me now. she fuck me good
How you gonna talk to me an not expect me to roll up
Baby come and smoke this strong
Come and kiss this double cup

Lungs filled with smoke
Life critical
I sold my soul to the devil he knows
I'm losing hope
Trust it got broke
Hate me, jus hate me hang me by a rope

Bitch, I don't wanna go out we in the Dog Pound
Wit my bro from the South that's when this shit goes down
Me an Heartblake smoke strong by the ounce
Get the gas lit up 'fore we buy another round

Sorry I can't handle much
You'll have to find somebody else
Cos don't be venting all your shit
I got my own to handle yet
An if you cannot handle that
Then hand yourself out to the rest
Cos I know that's what you be doing
When I'm the cause of your stress

You used to wear me like a longsleeve
Now I'm barely a vest
A vessel for communication
That just go one way at best
I'm sick an tired
Of the self destructive attitude to rest
Cos bitch you won't ever let it die down
There's no regrets

Bitch, I don't wanna go out we in the Dog Pound
Wit my bro from the South that's when this shit goes down
Me an Heartblake smoke strong by the ounce
Get the gas lit up 'fore we buy another round

On My Own

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