Contact ... there is a ghost living inside the home that is my body

shattered belief syndrome

I've been meeting myself every day
Now I'm seeing all these new shapes
I've been finding all these loose tapes
Building up a whole story to say
Build a little world and escape
We can take our time in a new game
New shape
Filled a little bit out of the outline
I don't have much stuff to say
Woke up in a new place less grey 
With a new face and a new name
Yeah but I'm so not two-faced
Tremor made me feel goosebumps
I've been playing waiting room games

And I still remember how I felt then
It's still in me
If you see something else, well, what does it mean?
I don't need any help anymore
I'm not- not incomplete
Colors are still in me
Happy and interweaved
But you say it 
I don't think that it's much different when I'm not sad
I don't miss it, it's my own bad
I don't miss it, it's my own bad
I don't miss

u sleep in an antique shop
and i keep losing my thoughts staring at the walls
you put one of your records on 
and i thought it was so cool that we get along
it is a really cool record collection
you told me it was pretty expensive 
not to brag or to sound impressive
but just like, it was really extensive

top floor window

lol whatever (prod. jaxwannajerk!)

heart drawn in chalk (prod. irisv)

[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)

Soft Heat (Intro)

No Gravity

Put My Things Down

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just happy to be here

top floor window

Softheart