Weather Patterns (prod. notmorgn)

pillow pit

Sourface

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[Intro]
Huh (Huh)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, sundays blues
Vintage gas (Ay, ay), pool shoes
Rainy nights (Rainy)
In the stu
Give me beats, give me drugs, let’s make a tune (Let's make a tune)

[Verse]
Off a mushroom, figure myself out
This shit send me to the moon to lay the verse down
The weed I smoke like updates, that shit make shut down
7 grams to a blunt, smoking on a touchdown
I won't date you just because we go to your house
Pants come down like prices at a Walmart blow out
I don't think I like you, why do you think I bite you
I release so frequently, it shock you like a Raichu
I go to fancy places order what I want to
Eat it by myself because there’s no one I want to talk to
Spend so much time alone and you can grow enough to like you
But step into the world and there will no one you’ll relate to
No one you’ll relate to (Relate to)
Yeah, no one you’ll relate to
I’m guessing that’s a con when you’re the only one that made of you
When you act like yourself, I guess it’s real easy to hate you

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, sundays blues
Vintage gas (Ay, ay), pool shoes
Rainy nights (Rainy)
In the stu
Give me beats, give me drugs, let’s make a tune (Let's make a tune)
Oh, oh, sundays blues
Vintage gas (Ay, ay), pool shoes
Rainy nights (Rainy)
In the stu
Give me beats, give me drugs, let’s make a tune (Let's make a tune)
Oh, oh, sundays blues
Vintage gas, pool shoes
Rainy nights
In the stu
Give me beats, give me drugs, let’s make a tune (Let's make a tune)

[Outro]
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh

9TAILS - for after a long day (prod. stillvanishing)

Fight

Darkoholic.

lyrics:
genius.com/Oftheart-it-gets-better-young-existential-crisis-lyrics

It Gets Better (young existential crisis)

“produced” by me

and i know that i’ll get better, but i won’t hold my breath,
every day that i’m inside another day in my head,
i’ll just sit inside, these tears i cry, they spill on your dress,
think i need to go and sit outside so i’ll call my friends

and lately i’ve been worried that the only thing i love is slippin away from me,
don’t fall for me,
i try; i can’t fall asleep,
and i stress way too much these days i thought i was getting better
but in my heart i’ll be okay because i’ve firmed much stronger weather 
and i don’t feel any release when i write a song, i won’t lie
only time i feel okay, 
is when i’m holding on to a knife
and i wont ever put you down by running my mouth,
i’ll make sure that he regrets every sick word that he spouts 

and i know that i’ll get better, but i won’t hold my breath,
every day that i’m inside another day in my head,
i’ll just sit inside, these tears i cry, they spill on your dress,
think i need to go and sit outside so i’ll call my friends

release

scrape my knee

Beautiful Innocence

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Weather Patterns (prod. notmorgn)

Softheart