glass w/ brecken

soundcloud only...
prod. irby - https://www.youtube.com/@irby314/videos

The waves you hear crash down
They are misspoken
Leaves inside the pack are ripped open
Find it hard to love 
Told i was broken
I’m crystalized inside 
I was hoping
   
Intertwined timelines
Flooded rooms 
Under gray skies
Walking through streets at night
Can't seem to find your light
Welcome to the end
Of my ride
2 times is a long time
Texting you but I can’t type

Lost in the big world
Where no one knows me
Too drunk too lonely
Wishing for you to hold me 
Beyond redemption  
It wasn’t for the attention
Too bad i’m gone now
Blurred my own reflection

Calm down
Look up to the sky
Wind gush 
Rush against the time

Just lust
Keep me in your sight
What's love
No one thought to try

misspoken [irby]

middle fingers up to the sky
i dont give af till the day i die
saying that out loud feels like a lie
rewind, i wont forget that time you said
when you said you love me
u were too good, way too good to last forever
truth said, trying my best to forget it all
even tho that this hurts me ik that its for the better
no offense, but the way you twist my heart into pieces
i cant help but feel a little useless
Ive been awake for so long
that i fell asleep with my headphones still on
listen to the songs that i made for u
then you would understand how i feel for you
cuz i cant explain it at all
no i cant explain all my thoughts, no
kill me or kiss me, softly
or do me dirty, take the clothes right off me
slow, like im sipping on a coffee
if this night ever ends, take the gun and off me
awfully, and clean up the mess
you kinda taste like toffee when i put my fangs on ur neck
when i put my fangs on ur neck
when i put my fangs on your
neck 
VV

fangs on ur neck

Fangs VV [prod. thersx]

prod me x caves

msitreated, misplaced
scars on my face
smoking so much lately
my teeth got yellow stains

no feelings, erased
hate how people change
bloody knuckles hit the wall 
but life's still the same

over you in my head
in my heart u still there
my body's a mess
feel u eating at my flesh

feeding off of me
ur drinking what i bleed
acting like you love me
then use me like a leach 

how ain't u ashamed of ur-self~
keep on acting like ur the-best
i think u should just let me-rest
stop trynna find where my body-at
  
deep down, covered in dirt 
x marks the spot i got hurt  
under a tree, where the sun won't burn
is where i wrote this song


the pains been way too much for me to ignore
i cant go on like this ill be dead on the floor
and ill never understand how im supposed to endure
everything you do to me when you could never support 

ive been tryna find the motivation just to keep it goin thru my daily schedule
wheres the patience im amazed at everybody tryna talk about their troubles
in a couple days the world will change a war will break and its a shame thats a daily struggle
dont be afraid when the earth shakes and we dissipate into the rubble

casperrr- mistreated, misplaced (etchmygrave flip)

shoutout @xemmy_exe for finishing this, fuck zel he a bitch

[safeatlast]:

talkin that shit but i came wit intentions
next up better pay me attention
im in my bag and you cant get a mention
tough luck but i work for my interests

im gettin sleepy off double cups
boy ima run it up
pickin up scraps but im still goin hard as fuck

im just an artist wit not enough time on my hands
do what i love do it all for the fam

that boy wanna tote poles dont come my way
you aint got shit to show get the fuck out my face
2 blocks down heard gunshots thats the gang
do it for the message give a fuck bout the fame

who am i kiddin bitch ima be famous and thats on god
i got the digits im runnin the playlists bitch im on top
why is you simpin you dont gotta say it that bitch is a thot
the numbers im flippin are gettin outrageous think i gotta shot

that boy wanna tote poles dont come my way
you aint got shit to show get the fuck out my face
2 blocks down heard gunshots thats the gang
do it for the message give a fuck bout the fame

[ӼØ︎3]:

im just here for the message don’t een hit my line don’t text it 
i been wondering why did all this shit have to get messy 
i don’t understand why she had to leave could’ve gave her blessings 
it don’t matter yuh i found me a new obsession

get that bag (yeah) go get back yuh (hey)
that’s sad, damn got stabbed 
relax finger finna squeeze talmbout huh subtract 
yeah i had to leave but huh im back

intentions

intentions w/ XO3 (mobe)

produced by branwen

lyrics:

i made this at two am on a tuesday bitch 
last time i checked yall broke and im rich
you a prick for the shit
that you pulled on me dont fuck around might go kurt cobain
im insane
blood splatter liver heart lung failure fame
fuck the fame
all i want is brain
all i want is money
all i want is
all i want is love
all i want is lust
all i want is fuck 
i just wanna feel ur touch
i just wanna i just wanna kiss your face
look you in your eyes
kiss your body where the sun dont shine
youre mine
ripping at the flesh
tear the thread blood drippin in my eyes
she a fien for the lies
he a demon in disguise 
manifest, baby im in your head
talkin to yo brain
tell me everything 
i dont got a friend just pain
little cocaine novacaine
xanny numb the pain
make it go away
xanny numbin everything i feel
i dont wanna feel
i just wanna kill
i just wanna see your blood drippin im fr
baby are you real i cant tell whats real
talking to my ceiling said to pop another pill

call me mary cuz im poppin
i could put you in the cemetery in a second
bodies keep on droppin
didnt wanna have to be the one to say your music ass you need to stop it
sick of switchin up the topic
back to back im bein honest

i made this at two am on a tuesday bitch 
last time i checked yall broke and im rich
you a prick for the shit
that you pulled on me dont fuck around might go

sewer (branwen)

what do we have here?
a man filled with doubt
takin his life away
as he steps out from the ground

what do we have here?
a man without a choice
when we hang him from the gallows
the town will rejoice

don't judge a book by its cover
you just took a son from a mother
you don't know the shit that he's suffered
he don't live his life like the others

he don't know his rights from his lefts,
he's fucked in the head,
he doesn't know better

snap his neck,
pronounce him as dead,
and leave him to rest,
with blood on his sweater

fatal, fatal
toxins caused his bones to wither
nasal, nasal
powder just to make things quicker

he's been labeled,
labeled as another sinner
a hateful portrayal
of someone who is not a killer 

what do we have here?
a man filled with doubt
takin his life away
as he steps out from the ground

what do we have here?
a man without a choice
when we hang him from the gallows
the town will rejoice

fatal (outofplace)

prod. @darkfurei x @rejectcore
ft. @killbreanna

bubba, but. + kill breanna

Dear FBI agent I do not feel like robbing a bank

i wanna rob a bank ngl

produced by bear

SACRIFICES 111
god damn, feelin' like the man
but i don't know what to do
cause i don't know where i stand

i just wanna talk to u
but u wouldn't understand
all the shit im going thru
because it's all inside my head

baby hold it down
do it like that
make me feel at home
do me like that
i was looking at ur hair
and the way the wind blows
must be something in the air
thats been got me feeling low
oh

ima lose my mind tonight
im left to my own devices
suffocate inside my mind
everypne makes sacrifices :(

sacrifices 111

I Been Dying Every Night

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