Checkin my phone

i had it removed because I didn't like it as much as my other songs but its gotten quite popular on spotify so it's back up.

lyrics:
in just a couple months I'll be turning 17,
18s just another year away and im still processing.
I'm still not big yet and my grades havent rised
I kept my hopes low and there's still no still no surprise but
I'll make it somehow 

This is not a song about you this is a song about me instead
I'm tired of writing shitty love songs on a paper that will never get read
I try to sleep comfortably but there's bed bugs on my bed
I wanna make some better songs but I can't find the chords in my head

I told myself that I would fix my overall mentality 
Aprils almost coming soon and the third days just for me
There's peoeple and dreams that all stop me from dying
but all this bullshit just makes me wonder why
I'll make it somehow

This is not a song about you this is a song about me instead
There more you hear the song again you might think that I'm a hypocrite 
but this is just what i'm saying and it all comes from my head
I'd write a lyric here and there but I think I'll stick with this instead

not a song about you

im tired of feeling this way </3

this is the sound of saying goodbye

its back :)

YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w72XK6VAS3w&lc=z23vwlxpsrjxzzakzacdp43a35vd05ymgeczhafdksxw03c010c

(coming soon to spotify)
instagram: @ lameboysharp

Producer Instagram: @kidtendo

great gatsby - lameboysharp (prod. kidtendo)

it's been a while and I never really felt like my concept for sleepydead was complete. thanks to neb for helping me finish this song and make it sound like what I originally envisioned.

sleepydead pt 2 w/neb ft snøw

prod. @enluv // khail // @kibishii // @jeikuh

part 1: orange skies

i’ve never seen a sky so orange, but it’s gorgeous
euphoric, must regain my focus
i can sense you staring, you think i’m slipping, i just call it drifting 

as a child, once was gifted, now i’m giving 
everything you’re missing, cuz i ain’t the one who’s been sipping
i express my world cuz my planets missing
just like the points you’re missing 
everytime i share my mission, listen 

if you heard my stomach grumble, just trust that i was subtle 
no bullets left the muzzle, paint the walls in bloody oil 
i lay amongst the soil, as the voices mumble 
i stand up as i bursh my shoulders clean of all this rubble 

i ask myself the question what’s important 
i never meant to leave them but i’m the only who flys, why am i soaring?
they call my name, voices echo “jordan”
i’m not distant, i just never seen a sky so orange

part 2: blind

to your face, never wanna desensitized 
to this place, never wanna be resentment tied 
serving serpents, hurting curtained purpose 
it all comes at certain times
i’m a writer, i live in a sentence fuck i’m serving time 

bleeding passion, you arrived at a perfect time 
my heart was beaten it once resembled a perfect size 
my soul’s figure was misshaped when i displaced 
fantasize your absence but you’re something i can’t replace 

truly remarkable how i embody a hopeless soul
everybody reflecting their inner honest code
everything around me is a mystery, search for pot of gold
sweater weather, i’ve already gone and fought the cold 

walk through snow, i don’t know your movement, you shot my soul
you wrote my story, but stop, i don’t wanna play that role 
it’s 3:11, supposed to be awake at 7, won’t meet heaven 
too much tension, you threaten with lethal weapons
i guess that means i won’t leave my bed then 

my sight has been forsaken, i’m living blinded 
my sense of peace, you have taken 
unconditional ain’t permissible 
sometimes the untraditional, living within a fictional 
world cuz it’s medicinal 

this system is too predictable and i’m moving like an endermen 
no time for sentiment, i’m a detriment 
to the life that you envision, was once a benefit 
now i’m sinking like the sediment, and i’m stepping where i’ve never been 

playing games to ease the pains, of a life centric of change 
all it does is remind me of happiness i’ll never reclaim 
back when music was my only dedication, and i enjoyed it
now passion is leaking from my wounds, and destroying 

the creation within me, i cant prosper in your world so simply 
we both know we’ll fall, so i ease it by tripping 
i exit the building, dripping, sipping my blood and limping 
i call for help and exclaim my pain, screaming, are you listening?

part 3: time's arrow

i’m not doing self reflecting, just detecting, our deception 
we be lying to ourselves, directing time for conception 
but i won’t make it that far, you neglecting the heartbreak i’ve been left in 

can i breathe? i just need a second 
digging ditches loss of riches, ive been treading, this infection 
i been decaying, nothing to be saying, strangle me with pillow i’m laying what’s the price i’m paying, what you saying 

nothing.

i’m not who they think i am
i’m a better man, or a lesser man 
i’m not better than, what they’ll say i am 
they tell me to live to see my children, i don’t think i can 
i don’t think i can 

i hear laughing in the hallways 
i’m wearing masks i wear it always 

my actions ain’t malicious
i’m not enough for anyone, ammunition  
i always play the role of the man behind the gun
wish i was in front of it
fighting the covenant 

i hear laughing in these hallways 
i’m wearing masks i wear it always 

i’m so sorry
i’m so sorry
why you not sorry?

(part 4 in comments)

orange skies and abstract tombstones

Chase Paves - Bed Time (Unofficial Audio)

prod. diebonsai  / @diebonsai

they don't want to say goodbye
they don't want to say goodbye
they don't want to say goodbye
you're feeling hopeless, so do i
holding hands until sunrise
they kill us if we open, our eyes 
so goodnight, and goodbye no

i say
where were you? when i tear in two
when i stare at you?
yea
shared souls’ on the neuse, this ain’t me, and this ain’t you

ripping pictures, i got blisters
where my lips were, and my wrist hurts
in the burden of your absence 
speak my name in past tense

perhaps every syllable is haunting when it echos
your memory won’t let go
in the same way that i won’t 
you look away but i don’t

you called me a friend before i ever had those
how could i be lonely, surrounded by these shadows
fighting all these battles

one man infantry versus a whole covenant 
do you blame me if i motherfucking run from it 
i’m recovering from suffering, i’ve fucking had enough of it 
your blade desires life, and i don’t have more blood to give
shit

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