Solemn

pillow pit

Made a puppet
That paper mache's now cracking
In the ocean
These waves keep pulling me deeper
It's a teacher
It's a book in how both sides open
Waves crashing
I swam down and just said fuck it 
Years are passing
Like a flashes when I get past 'em
In the fountain
I'm sinking but i'm not drowning 
In the mountains
35 miles from where the border is
In the ocean
saw blackness and i swam towards it
In the whirlpool, I move through the endless darkness
In the hourglass, I watch as it turns to nothing
In the pitch black, big waves pull me in by force now
In the vortеx, I fall back out to the surface

03 and the view from the bottom of the ocean

thanks for listening. i didn't just abandon this page, just have other stuff i enjoy a little more right now. but i appreciate everyone on here <3 love u mfs

nothing i can do

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Work, work (Work)
All I do is fucking work (Is fucking work)
I'on pop no percs (No)
I'on lift no weights but still she's lifting up her skirt
Make her man berserk
I ain't even hit it first, I ain't even hit it
Work, work (Work)
All I do is fucking work (Is fucking work)
I'on pop no percs (No)
I'on lift no weights but still she's lifting up her skirt
Make her man berserk
I ain't even hit it first, I ain't even hit it

[Verse 1]
Locked inside my skull
I work off addicting thoughts
If I tried adderall, I bet I couldn't stop
Make that lid go fucking pop
Wait two seconds, turned to minutes
Leg sweat drench my fucking socks, yeah
Off a bean, baby girl what you mean (What you mean)
Smell gasoline and codeine in the breeze (Breeze)
I don't fuck with activis, promethazine
I've seen a tonic seizures from the lean (From the lean)
They are having fun and they drop, yeah
Never seen that happen, smoking pot, yeah
Pick a friend right up, off the cold ground
Sad as fuck his body feeling cold now and is dead as fuck

[Bridge]
Yeah, he is fucking cold now (Wack)
He feel dead as fuck now (Wake up)
He feel cold as fuck now
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Work, work (Work)
All I do is fucking work (Is fucking work)
I'on pop no percs (No)
I'on lift no weights but still she's lifting up her skirt
Make her man berserk
I ain't even hit it first, I ain't even hit it
Work, work (Work)
All I do is fucking work (Is fucking work)
I'on pop no percs (No)
I'on lift no weights but still she's lifting up her skirt
Make her man berserk
I ain't even hit it first, I ain't even hit it

[Verse 2]
Work, work (Work)
Sometimes this is too much work (Too much work)
Focus on the music, people get their feelings hurt
I would never be abusive, but I leave you in the dirt
Yeah, I'll leave you in the dust
Yeah, I'll turn into a ghost (Ghost town)
Clean my camera roll of us
You think you do the most
You don't even make the cut cutie
You not even close

9TAILS - work (prod. skel)

9TAILS - broke (prod. IVN)

Got to see what this prevails
Sure I'm gonna talk about it even if I fail
Pour my fucking heart in this shit
I don't follow trails
Never gonna walk without this crutch until I'm pale
Deep inside the forest, take a tour
I'll see you there
Empty bottle snoring, rain be pouring
You'll forget that
Only course of action is to step beyond the tree lines
These pines hold
The might to unmold

You're just a fraction of perception
Everything you know deception
Ego craving that intention
Overthinking that inflection
Loving every each obsession
But it's all in your mind
Nothing really fucking matters
I'm not lagging behind
Spending every waking second
Ask me how could I pass judgement on another
If I stare up in the mirror
Scared. Don't suffer
Crazy but it's all in your head
Project your fucking consciousness to where you will head

Stay afloat
Thoughts flow down stream quick
Choosing what you focus on
Let decay the other songs
Too much get you sea sick
Throwing up Hennessy; quick
Tomorrow got work at three; quit
Learning nothing with my time
I'm tired of trying to fit in line
Scared of not succeeding
Must learn to walk all on my own
Fear sets I faulter
Mask my tone
We all living on this planet till we're cold like stone
Better learn to love yourself
Conscious melts off the cone
Everything is fake, there's no meaning to it
You're your own god, best believe it
Cause we look back to the past

Try to grasp, running fast
You are leaving from the place you once knew
Now the sky isn't blue
And you cry every night wishing that you had knew
Things forever changing
Always temporary
Look past all the pain
It's only memory

The Forest (bonus track)

The original recording of MAGIC POTION by Don't Reply. Drums by Chizian. Guitars by Kody of Don't Reply. Bass and backing vocals by me.

Lyrics:
(Kody of Don't Reply):
Okay

(Kody of Don't Reply):
Mix these pills with alcohol 
I will drink until I fall
You can lecture all you want 
But I won't stop until I'm gone

(Kody of Don't Reply):
So frustrated I'll never feel
The happy place that you corral
These types of pains were meant to kill
I'm paralyzed but I won't keep still
Hit the bottle until it hurts
Swallow these pills until it burns 
The harmony you can't make up
Friends are the ones who fill my cup

(Kody of Don't Reply):
Mix these pills with alcohol 
I will drink until I fall
You can lecture all you want 
But I won't stop until I'm gone
Two different types of painkillers
Out fly the angels and the birds
Says on the bottle I messed up enough 
But I'm just a punk and I'll never feel your love
(Never feel your love)
Never feel your love
(Never feel your love)
Never feel your love
(Never feel your love)
Never feel your love
(Never feel your love)
Never feel)
(Never feel)

(Kody of Don't Reply):
Mix these pills with alcohol 
I will drink until I fall
You can lecture all you want 
But I won't stop until I'm gone
Two different types of painkillers
Out fly the angels and the birds
Says on the bottle I messed up enough 
But I'm just a punk and I'll never feel your love
(Never feel your love)
Never feel your love
(Never feel your love)
Never feel your love
(Never feel your love)
Never feel your love
(Never feel your love)
Never feel your love
(Never feel your love)

Don't Reply - MAGIC POTION (Original Recording)

ive given up.
ive had enough.
wish i could fucking rot
but youll look back and you'll see
That you were perfect for me
and now theres nobody else.


I thougt about you alot.
i want ur body to rot.
i wanna see you dead.
why wont you fucking see


ive had enough x2
let my body rot. x4
i wanna fucking rot.

it feels like mixing my bones down into a fibrous powder

young existential crisis V2 (prod. young taylor)

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just happy to be here

03 and the view from the bottom of the ocean

Softheart