Name: Its a little late for that don't you think? by Softheart
Duration: 3 min 5 s
Description: main loop used is from a killedmyself drumpack

i love your music and soul. and i miss dming on instagram, we used to chat every now and then❤️🥺went to see your shows and everything

Ahahaha i found you again I couldnt remember The name omfggg

“Its a little late for that don’t you think?” The last first and last words i regret saying

didnt realize u were leaving bro. be easy 😎👍 listened to you for 5 years🌟🌟🌟

Coming up on 10 years since I first came across you your music has honestly saved my life man please don’t ever stop making these tracks there’s many more out there like me that just can’t get enough of hearing your voice I’m just grateful to be apart of the journey your progression over the years has been wild🫶🏻

astonishing 😍💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

9tails - Sofa

Listen, Okay (with sorrow bringer)

everyones an asshole 
my plug cuts his coke and my doctor pushes benzos 
my head smacked the floor when i tripped off my board
skating round the halls cause my parents aren't at home
today ive been bored
today i woke up at 4
needed stuff but got too high to drive to the store
at the checkout said "how are you?"
i said "not much"
on my way out i tripped and my thing of eggs crushed

dont be ashamed to be proud of yourself or slow down for a sec 
i say as i quietly critique parts of myself 
i guess i just keep helping so i wont need help
but regardless it helps

can you tell me we're good now?
you left me put down
bad is my good now
when i cry it's a good sound 

(hamilton)
cut it all out
take it all away
i dont wanna feel 
no not today 
numb to the pain numb to it all
hanging by a thread i might fall
i might slip 
lose my grip 
tryna find out where the time went
where it all goes
i dont know
i can only walk the path i chose 
build me up just to break my bones
crushing up drugs on my phone
tryna fix my heart but it got worse
every time i fall in love it hurts
every time i try to not think bout you it dont work
maybe im just meant to be alone with the dirt
but maybe its just meant to be 
i get so high i cant speak
walking round cant feel my feet
when i sleep i grit my teeth
when i sleep youre all i see
so every nights a bad dream 
i dont wanna wake up
just to feel nothing

when i cry it sounds good (with hamilton and sorrow bringer)

your appetite is not easy on me

main loop used is from a killedmyself drumpack

Its a little late for that don't you think?

[Intro]
I'm not doing as good, as I really wanted to at the start
(Beam me up Scotty)
I'll probably fucking die in the next few months or something with my luck

[Chorus]
Hopeless nights tend to forget about the sickness till it's time
When I'm rid of all the fucking pharmaceuticals or prescriptions
Sliding through the real world on vomit from my system
What the fuck is wrong with my life
I'm weaning off of everything that kept me sane at night
Every scrape or cut or bruise or sore is cancer in my mind
Preemptive sick days you never know when you might die (RIP)

[Verse 1]
When you might die about a thousand fucking ways to do it everyday of life
Not a fucking lie there's shows about it on spike
Danger's real and it exists inside your mind (Fucking mind)
I don't give a fuck if you pay me, no royalties make it easy
Put every purchase on my Visa my food money could buy a Mercedes
Miles don't give a fuck and they praise me (Oh), minor fevers might phase me
Haven't ate in a couple days, so even shit could look tasty (Yuh)
Puking in a Starbucks bathroom, then I order from the menu
Organize loose plans, so they fall through
I'm really good at cancelling when I want to
At this point I don't know if I want you
Really good at fucking up when I got you
Really good at dodging everything about truth
If the book of lies exist I'll make a part two (Okay, okay)

[Chorus]
Hopeless nights tend to forget about the sickness till it's time
When I'm rid of all the fucking pharmaceuticals or prescriptions
Sliding through the real world on vomit from my system
What the fuck is wrong with my life
I'm weaning off of everything that kept me sane at night
Every scrape or cut or bruise or sore is cancer in my mind
Preemptive sick days you never know when you might die

[Verse 2]
What is this scene, I don't wanna fucking die
I'll make music about awaking to the smell of apple pie (Shit is yummy)
There's no clout in here if you're enjoying life
I don't fuck with anyone who uses sadness as a high
All emotions are my vice, firm relationships I like
I got molten lava touch if you want talk about something fire
Put piano in rewind and I can spit verses all night
I can tell you life is shit in songs it doesn't make it right
I've had friends I like a lot, but I drop them out of spite
If I block out all the guilt bet I could ghost them over night (I'll fucking ghost)
I'll fucking ghost, I'll fucking ghost (Overnight)
Okay, okay, okay

[Chorus]
Hopeless nights tend to forget about the sickness till it's time
When I'm rid of all the fucking pharmaceuticals or prescriptions
Sliding through the real world on vomit from my system
What the fuck is wrong with my life
I'm weaning off of everything that kept me sane at night
Every scrape or cut or bruise or sore is cancer in my mind
Preemptive sick days you never know when you might die (Fucking die)

9TAILS - liar (prod. scottysplash)

[Intro]
Ough, ough, woah
(Morteh, hmm)

[Chorus]
Smokin' on a motor stripe (Phew, phew, phew), she gon' get the dick tonight (It's her)
Homie washing cup but still he sipping on a dirty sprite
All the gas I brought is mine, this high is a private flight
Half an ounce will do me right, if we talking just tonight

[Verse 1]
All annoying bitches in my dm's be like Navi (Hey, listen)
I ain't do a feature just to fucking make you happy
Said "I like your music" it does not mean you can dap me (Dap me up)
Might take it to Maury with the way she call me daddy

[Bridge]
Ayy
Smokin' on a motor stripe (Yeah), she gon' get the dick tonight (Woah)
Homie washing cup but still he sipping on a dirty sprite (Smokin' on a motor stripe)
All the gas I brought is mine

[Verse 2]
Propane hit me hard, tastes like fuel from cars
Exclusive Gmail beats, rip that bitch apart
Your smoke smell like farts, my smoke smell like sharts
Fucking up my heart, crush a blunt like it's a dart
Bitch, I come through, and I fuck it up
You could really do the damage if you suck it up (Suck it up)
Shooter on the roof, see your face and muck it up (Woah)
Hennessy and Gas Cross a fade like it's a double dutch

[Chorus]
Smokin' on a motor stripe (Phew, phew, phew), she gon' get the dick tonight (It's her)
Homie washing cup but still he sipping on a dirty sprite
All the gas I brought is mine, this high is a private flight
Half an ounce will do me right, if we talking just tonight

9TAILS - drop zone (prod. oaker & morteh)

nv (prod. scottysplash)

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Its a little late for that don't you think?

Softheart

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