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recovering sloth

IT'S TIME (PROD. BY SEJU)

Street Lights Flood My Mind With Memories

Beat prod by: @sorrow_bringer
Cover art by me
Thank you all for listening!
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[Lyrics]
Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Alcohol up in my system and I'm far away from home
Chilling with the homies in the city, drinking as we roam
Alienated misfit from the north, feeling wrong
I can never shake that feeling that I don't belong
Right here, right there
No matter where the place be
Never been a minute that I ever really felt like me
Way past midnight, lights everywhere they shine so bright all I can see
Pain and torture, dark outside, but still it be fucking high degrees

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

Day to turn night and the streets come alive
Walking through the sea of people hoping I survive
Cause you know I never sleep good I'm always deprived
Hotell 1944 like liberation arrived

Pacing through the city, gritty nothing pretty
Cigarette lit I spit on the concrete
Living with no pity, walking shoes that fit me
Cigarette ash spend cash on the bar street

EindhovenDowntown (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

Losing Myself (prod. Sotto)

Trust ain’t a word, I just kick em to the curb 
whos real whos fake it’s a blur 
Tears coming, thoughts race when I think of her 
look into my eyes you can tell I’m high when I slur 
Now i Try to leave but I’m staying cuz of trauma bonds 
I’m smoking on the purple knowing that I wanna be gone 
You in my dreams and I’m waking up like what the fuck 
More weed in in a dream  state and I’m stuck 
I don’t wanna get close anymore 
Every time they leave I be hurting to my core
7/11 I get the sprite at the corner store
Pour some thc up in it til im on the fucking floor 
Got the Tears in my eyes, but I won’t show,  gotta blow these blunts down feel slo mo
Go with the flow, but I feel so lone
Put the powder in my nose like fried dough 
And the plug don’t dry I don’t drought 
Deal bags Make cash then I’m out
Smoke wax, pass out on the couch 
Indica in the air smell the loud 
Trust ain’t a word, I just kick em to the curb 
whos real whos fake it’s a blur 
Tears coming, thoughts race when I think of her 
You look into my eyes you can tell I’m high when I slur 

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