featuring @nothomex

i let that shit get the best of me 
now i be rockin on therapy 
i do this shit all so carefully
the weight on my neck is just killin me 
pour down sleeve 
i can't fucking sleep
watch my eyes close
yeah 
this shit like 3d
i like her nose ring 
lil bitch got tagteam
her love like bad dream
i pour my once all alone now
i whip it like green and i lay out
all of my boys trynna hang out 
but i'm just trying to smoke till i black out

It’s weird when I have future in my head 
Because before 21 I see myself dead 
I can’t see any color , how can I not be mad 
I don’t have an expectation for the start of my life only for the end
I can’t see anything I cannot blend 
In between the society , I’m on a deep end 
Will I be able to stand ? 
Find myself in this shitstorm 
Did they already know my end before I was born

Last summer I was more lost than found 
Was left picking up the pieces scattered on the ground
Couldn’t talk couldn’t sleep 
Couldn’t walk couldn’t eat
Lost some pounds I lost some weight 
Now all pants fall from my waiste 
Scars on my wrist tears on my face 
The deepest wounds are the ones you can’t see
I’m the only one who can feel
All the pain they reveal 
I hope I’ll get better this year 
Sometimes I stand still 
I tried i tried i tried i tried 
i cried i cried I cried i cried
I tried i tried i tried i tried 
i cried i cried I cried i cried

dead b4 21 (ft.not home.) prod.nadiak & marlas dreams

fake

i need this ft skele

august

new ep soon <3

lyrics

stay up, if i go to bed can't bake up
get scared to death imma wake up
break down, i'm a fuck up
babe you look great
makeup, and she out in town
i don't go around, i'm not going out
(i don't go around, i'm not going out)
(i'm not going out)

motivated, 2am by then i'm hella faded
bitch i'm elevated, ion choose to wait
hella shoes to fill, but i got empty plates, and a couple spills, i'm not doing great
losing weight, but i'm keeping pace with the tracks i make
i hope they relate to the shit i say
know the words hit worse, when you see
the weight
feel the power struggle of my sentimental
with a better mental
my new fashion recently blackened
but newsflash i don't interact with no-
woahhhh (yuh), tell me what you need from me
i know i'm bad but i been changing like the leaves, honey
don't even need money
just wanna make my shit and smile and really be something 

𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

*kill or be killed
by myself i'm the king of this hill
you want me to be dead well then great
come and get me cause i like a thrill
ain't no fixing this shit dr. phil
busy mixing my shit like for real
and i'm sicker than shit need a pill
but i'm sick of this shit, i can't feel*

what (idealism)

7/28/22
prod. @everythingmackk

i've sent too many sorries
and my phone is gonna die soon
i should've learned something
at least more than a thing or two
like what is worth to a person
who cherishes the dirt on their shoes
do i turn a blind eye to my own cries?
or fear the rest of my youth

cause i don't wanna force who i am
as i pour another cup, with trembling hands
over half of my life's being made without plans
i get it; if i made a choice, 
i'd surely regret it
but most of all my worries,
i can't fit them in the pensmanship
you simply wouldn't get it
even if you really listening
the center of my soul don't only glow
it's also glistening
my demons start to part as i'm
pouring the nitroglycerin

it only feels like i'm here when i'm
stun-locked in third gear, and a 
dozen million miles away from reality
i hope forever ain't forever
unless it has to be
cause i don't wanna go out in misery
let go, of whatever this meant to me
fuck that
imma go on a killing spree

emma, i'm sorry for everything.

it's my fault you let me go
met in the seventh grade
we went separate roads
cause of some stupid shit i'd say
i just tore up all my clothes
courtesy of missing your face
if i finally break this mold
i'll thank you some day

i've sent too many sorries
and my phone is gonna die soon
i should've learned something
at least more than a thing or two
like what is worth to a person
who cherishes the dirt on their shoes
do i turn a blind eye to my own cries?
or fear the rest of my youth

this ain't just a knack
it's a passion
double shame on you 
for thinking all i do is actin'
part of me is straight
the rest is being held captive
living in a cavern where arachnids and bats been
constantly refracting

yeah, but i'm not worried about it
i'm entangled in this string
tryna gnaw my way out it
you had liked a post of mine 
a while back when i doubted
if i was truly good for nothing
based on how low the clouds been...

clouds to crows

clouds to crows [prod. mackk]

An acoustic song made in 2020, prior to starting his career as not home.

pretending

not home. - pretending

residential. - and i'm sorry

unreleased. beat prod unknown

i can’t help myself from thinking
my high is on the descend
cause i know im the reason
that your life couldn’t be decent
and bitch im only 17
smoking on a 7 green
keep myself from being mean

toxic

residential. - toxic

princess peach will leave me
prolly' for luigi
what a fucking whore
walk out of the door
what a waste of time
what a waste of time

residential. - princess peach is a whore, even after i saved her from bowser's castle

The making of this track is in my bio Under "personal youtube"

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residential. + not home. archive!

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