Name: Cliché by Skyler Effner
Duration: 2 min 47 s
Description: Original: https://soundcloud.com/rrainee/cliche?si=917e1d35bbe84fd3abbd3be0d9cd6d3d&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

prod. forzen x dollatega


walk in the woods
smoke in the rain
you’ll never know that you need something till you lose it 
fuck what you think
Karma is a bitch
if you wanna run come on baby let’s go wild before the night ends

night ends 
when was the last time 
oh 
when was the last time
when was the last time that this night has ended

back to the basic
fuck what you think
you’re not even old enough
why are you even here
we got thousands of problems 
but I don’t care about a single one tonight

when you caught up I’ll be long gone
when you get up I’ll be fucked up
why did we fight when we are drunk
night ends but we don’t
cause when you get up I’ll be long gone 
you won’t see me until the dawn
and when we do our hearts are torn
cause when we do your heart is gone

walk in the woods
smoke in the rain
you’ll never know that you need something till you lose it 
fuck what you think
Karma is a bitch
if you wanna run come on baby let’s go wild before the night ends

night ends 
when was the last time 
oh 
when was the last time
when was the last time that this night has ended

night ends

The Things I Can’t Say Out Loud

Alone in My Head

That Should’ve Been Me

I Don’t Want Perfection

Forever, Remember?

My Feelings?

Despierta, Mi Amor

prod. Skyler Effner

I keep hearing voices, but they sound like prophets,
Tellin’ me to push until my heart just rots with it.
Never struck gold, never touched a lotto,
Just me and my demons, playin’ games like it’s Monopolo.

Yeah, I come in full auto,
Pushin’ through the night with the weight of tomorrow.
Voices in my head, they sound like Aristotle,
Philosophies of pain spillin’ out the bottle.

Never hit the lotto, broke but I’m hollow,
Countin’ down the days like there’s nothing to follow.
One, two, three — fuck your bitch, and you don't even know
I don’t chase the paper, I just chase desperado.

Full auto 
I don’t think, I just fire.
Burnin’ bridges just to set my heart higher.
Never had the fortune, never had the fame,
Just me against the world, with the voices in my brain.

Yeah, I come in full auto,
Living like tomorrow’s just another sorrow.
Head full of thoughts that I can’t out swallow,
Philosophy of pain, written sharp like a motto.

Never hit the lotto, can’t buy peace,
But I’ll bleed for the truth till my pulse decease.
One, two, three — fuck your bitch, and you don't even know
Life’s just a game and we’re stuck in the sorrow.

Everything’s a cycle — rewind, reload.
Every word’s a bullet that I can’t unload.
Dreams in the chamber, heart on the line,
Full auto, no safety, every thought is mine.

Full auto — I don’t think, I just fire.
Burnin’ bridges just to set my heart higher.
Never had the fortune, never had the fame,
Just me against the world, with the voices in my brain.

Yeah… full auto ’til I’m gone,
Every thought a bullet, every word a song.
Never hit the lotto, never played it right,
But I’ll die with my finger on the trigger tonight

Full Auto

Lo Que Se Siente

prod. mannyshouses

covers up all the scars with a tattoo
you say things that you don’t mean
that’s a few screws
two face
what a lie
that’s a touché
this is not what it looks like
but we all knew

that’s a cliche
you always do things the hard way
going away
crying over things that I say
it’s ok
we all know that it’s too late
I’ll keep up the promise
and always get heartbreak

woke up
I’m drunk
get up
or get high
no truth
it’s all lies
you don’t ever feel fine

popping pills all night
clocking on daylight
hope to feel alright
she’s all in my mind

I can never get you out
until the fucking dawn comes
wish that I could take you back
but it is not an option
what’s the point
popping pills
need another bottle
get up late on the floor
sipping till the night falls

crying on the door again
sleeping alone will never be the same

covers up all the scars with a tattoo
you say things that you don’t mean
that’s a few screws
two face
what a lie
that’s a touché
this is not what it looks like
but we all knew

that’s a cliche
you always do things the hard way
going away
crying over things that I say
it’s ok
we all know that it’s too late
I’ll keep up the promise
and always get heartbreak

cliche

Original: https://soundcloud.com/rrainee/cliche?si=917e1d35bbe84fd3abbd3be0d9cd6d3d&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Cliché

Skyler Effner

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