Losing Power

Done Waiting

Complete Collapse

Grave

Family Tree

hypochondriac

preparation exercise no. 7 (trembling)

Another Drug

TAROT CARDS BRING THE PHARAOHS CURSE
@gorttt

NIGHTMARES (PROD. GORT)

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wait 
they tell me i’m way too manic 
too busy stanning brockhampton and killing choruses 
i don’t need to retort 
you should consider upping your standards 
or grab your stolen romantic 
you can’t compare what’s present to what’s in store 

i’m done asking when the pain gonna stop 
all these first impressions got me too afraid to talk 
so i’ma say just what i thought 
there is no expression on the face of god 
and please don’t lay me in your box 
coffins make me lazy and in hell i wanna spark 
don’t wanna wake up in the dark 
there is no expression on the face of god 

on your spine like a little cousin 
but take my sweet time when i spit a dozen 
people ask if this my prime, peek a couple doors right, on sight, only will be stunting 
i just gotta put my mind to something 
pretend i practice on the dollar but you know i’m bluffing 
money is time, but who needs to pay when a divine 4 minutes and 59 gonna save me 
weight fades 
that’s a moral slate 
need a mother re-motivating with cordial hate 
ain’t no story, cater to the allegory like a hero's ballad with nothing but a belated date 
zero status with a bullcat bureau 
i’m on that full cap quiero 
i spiraled down to pose here and say 
if i’ma get it no novocaine 
better bring the gang with me i’m a sober man 

i can’t take my time 
still it’s been confusing tryna make up my mind 
is this illusion trying to live in your eyes 

but lived through it when my voice arose 
the path is littered with hurdles taller than coffee 
i avoided loads of problems in that skinny body 
but my purpose is more than calling my fault 
write in homage 
that’s a whole lot 
god knows, i promise i’m gon grow from the hate 
i feel the love when it goes away 
while you’re too golden to care about our decay 

wait 
they tell me i’m way too manic 
too busy stanning brockhampton and killing choruses 
i don’t need to retort 
you should consider upping your standards 
or grab your stolen romantic 
you can’t compare what’s present to what’s in store 
and that’s automatic 
i gotta have it 
ain’t so static 
i’m foreshadowing 
it’s about to happen 
you mad cos i got the advantage no shock tactics 
make reckless abandon a torch against dogmatic 

i’m done asking when the pain gonna stop 
all these first impressions got me too afraid to talk 
so i’ma say just what i thought 
there is no expression on the face of god 
and please don’t lay me in your box 
coffins make me lazy and in hell i wanna spark 
don’t wanna wake up in the dark 
there is no expression on the face of god

veldt

EVERYBODY'S EVERYTHING OUT NOW
https://lilpeep.lnk.to/EverybodysEverything

http://lilpeep.com

walk away as the door slams (acoustic) (ft. Lil Tracy)

"I'll Say It For You" Available on All Streaming Platforms

project X

six pardue