burning bouquets on the floor
i’ll drop them off by your door
i’ll take it straight to my head 
it’s not enough
i need mooooreee (i need more)
i need more
nothing that i haven’t been thru before
sit back on the porch spark up a newport
you’ll still cross my mind either way
it’s so damn pathetic
would you be empathetic
give me a fuckin headache

i’ll hit my head on the porch
i’ll bleed out don’t show remorse
i’ll just let it run its course

run its course

wtv man idrc (whatever cover)

Better off in the grave where i rot x4
Took all the drugs like dame thats a lot
baby please don't let your love ever stop
Drowning in my sins never drowning in the liquor
Every gun to my head and i'm pulling every trigger
Cuts on my arms so it burns when i shiver
Got a dead girl walking make it last take a picture

Better off in the grave

lyrics:
I know you know
and I could change it all for you
get up in your body and now I'm blue
and I didn't have a fucking clue

tell me how I'm supposed to have it all
I don't know how I'm supposed to handle it all

doo da doo da doo(X5 I think)

I know you know

prod. olive hoover (i stole this im sorry)

can i hold your hand

fool

free download

go back to quarantine

breh my pfp bunny is dying

first proper skel mix since soul spin

inspo: https://soundcloud.com/exxe_n/9a2638b2-4b23-4018-9ea7-ab3da1812191

(KBET MIX) wifiskeleton - killer

im so stupid

negative creep w/ imar

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.

Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.

For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.

Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest.

Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.

Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities.

Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.









Psalm 51:1-10
King James Bible

Better off in the grave

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