produced by nevermadeithome
 ly bro <3

completely non profit

interpolates 'the weekend' by modern baseball

lyrics

i have nothing to offer u
in truth
because i am too perfectly self aware
to care
about much of anything
i'll take too much of anything
oh dear god, im withering
when she said love
i always win

and she was right i see it now
every night i think about
crooked spines n making out
she's alright, she always was

i don't care too much about anything
ill take too much of anything 
oh dear god, im withering 
when she said love
i always win

put my shit in boxes
im moving to the cottage
in the city, don't work office
in the bar im slicing orange
im here for the sad and the hype shit
like im getting back on the grindset 
if passion was lost imma find it
there's lead in my head still a titan 
tight pack bowl and i pull right thru
gonna work this job gonna write these tunes
gonna take my shit, gonna hide from view
gonna make this work just in spite of u

cus i don't
no i don't
no i don't
no i don't 

care too much about anything
i drink too much, if anything
can't do much but promise me
if u need help my phone will ring 


u've got a smile that could light this town
and we might need it
most of my old friends i can only stand for the weekend




city cottage (nevermadeithome)

by the graves in the dark
*hold my hand*
i cant see, not even spark
on this land, fall apart

i just played you, im not smart
dripping faucets, hear the bark
from the dogs
in the old mans house

nothing's ever worse than getting high
yeah i said it right
laying down
my gaves been settled there
on my house
in my dreams, i just lay there
every night
i swear it comes back, daily and im 
ripped apart!

you could never tell, 
*that i been there*
yeah i hear all of the stories that ur telling them
everyone whos me, knows that im nothing like that
ur garbage human being, and there's no coming back

i just wanted die, good thing you'd never understand
i know i got too close to it, the days were running thin
outt line
really outta time

running through the trees, yeah im running through the breeze
now its set, im crying help!
no one ever talks now
this shi*s like poetry, im just tryna help myself. 

im just tryna walk my way out of this hell
im just tryna make a name to feed myself
the photos never really cut it, its an act im sorry please
dont just cut me off cause im not rich as i seemed
blood all on  my sheets
you name keeps ringing back amongst the graves, i just need to find some peace, oh well

nothing's ever worse than getting high
yeah i said it right
laying down
my gaves been settled there
on my house
in my dreams, i just lay there
every night
i swear it comes back, daily and im 
ripped apart!

you could never tell, 
*that i been there*
yeah i hear all of the stories that ur telling them
everyone whos me, knows that im nothing like that
ur garbage human being, and there's no coming back

grave 2 (prod. AsharpTheOne)

Branches for arms
Leave a mark on my body
I keep a charm in my pocket when it's foggy
Skin made of bark same color of some coffee
Leaves fall in the winter, lake iced over playing hockey

I change with the seasons, I don't need a rhyme or reason
Roots in the ground stand strong, soon to weaken
In this world you eating or you'll be the one that's eaten
You can't cut me down, I'm the tallest in the region
That's that
When I'm feeling down I get high off tree sap
I got sticks as bones, leaves on my kneecap
Boy I'll smoke you in a wrap
Don't get high off of the traps
I've been working every night tryna make it on the map

Branches for arms
Leave a mark on my body
I keep a charm in my pocket when it's foggy
Skin made of bark same color of some coffee
Leaves fall in the winter, lake iced over playing hockey

Now we're all snowed and I'm all alone
Frozen wind, Skin grew icicles
My leaves died and I cried But I ain't turn to ash yet
Hope when summer hits I'll burndown hope to break the magick
I'm suffocating, not myself but still I'm conscious
This oxygen I'm breathing hurts my lungs like it's noxious
All the evil in the world just make me think its godless
All these stories on my skin are my only solace

Branches for arms
Leave a mark on my body
I keep a charm in my pocket when it's foggy
Skin made of bark same color of some coffee
Leaves fall in the winter, lake iced over playing hockey

Seasons [prod. yunny goldz]

Repent

Faith

There's A Monster Inside Of Me

Naive

streaming services

Naive (feat. sewerperson) (prod. beatsbyneco x Nato Beats)

Nothing To Find

additional instrumentation by Cisco
@waitingoncisco

Space Princess (with waitingoncisco)

I drove all the way here for this? (prod. homesick)

Hell Scene (prod. IV & minor2go)

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just happy to be here

Nothing To Find

Softheart