My Bad - (Prod.Hub) - (Juice WRLD)

“Who I Really Am” blends country soul and trap energy into one powerful anthem about identity, struggle, and rising above everything. With raw emotion, deep storytelling, and modern southern vibes, Big Cree delivers a track that hits the heart and the speakers at the same time. Authentic. Bold. Real.

Big Cree - Who I Really Am

young existential crisis V2 (prod. young taylor)

guitar by @noahwalker

lyrics:
genius.com/Oftheart-keep-your-head-up-lyrics

Keep Your Head Up

9TAILS - Dont Leave Me

genius.com/Softheart-you-dont-know-me-lyrics
thank you everyone for the support, it really means the world to me love ya

You Don't Know Me

a new series

s/o to looperman.com lol if i used your loop please message me and i'll credit ya
s/o noah walker on the first song

(volume 1)

Track 11 from "Digital Flowerings Vol. 5"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Z9uuNBhrl4&list=PLbKIh585gb8pwb77gaKfu1UehRB5OiBZ-

Softheart/Truett (Artist/Producer)
https://twitter.com/Truettthehuman
https://soundcloud.com/softhert

Internet Hippy (Channel)
https://twitter.com/InternetHippy
https://soundcloud.com/internet-hippy

Softheart - My Poisin Is My Medicine [Prod. By Truett]

Spitfire (prod. jody)

I Didn't See It Coming (with sorrow bringer)

https://soundcloud.com/shinpuru
^ Show him some love

Lyrics:
walking in dark at 2 am without a clue to where I'm going
raining, snowing I don't care
the street lights on these nights will help me repair
the damage you delt, take that belt off I sweared
I was done with this, come back for you baby I'm a masochist
running so damn fast from this
cause baby you the catalyst
alcohol the agonist
pain I cannot manage it.
kiss your glowing lips again
aware that you're a basilisk

now it's 9 am at the station
in my chest I feel no breathe the space is vacant
got no recollection on how I awakened
on this bench said fuck that wench I cannot take this
why I always find myself
downing all the shelf
going 85 inside the residential belt
walking home alone again, I'm talking to myself
I can't find no home until I'm greeted by the 

BLINDING LIGHTS
GLOW SO BRIGHT
I FLY UP HIGH
I TOUCH THE SKY AGAIN
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coming down
she never come around
I just wander and I ponder If I'm better drowned
leave my body in the lake
I live my life and I'm half baked
and I just wonder If she faked each day she said we're bound

running the in dark at 2 am without a clue to where I'm going
raining, snowing I don't care
the street lights on these nights will help me repair
the damage you delt, as I belt over snares
rip out my hair
everything I came to know was fucking lies
anxious as a mother fucker, rather die
missing every touch and every fucking lie
now I now the truth behind each every line

Street Lights [prod. shinpuru]

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just happy to be here