where is my mind by the pixies

hammer by nothing,nowhere

all around me by flyleaf

pavement ~aurora orientalis

prod. smkbeats

Lyrics: 

I don’t understand why are you not dead yet?
I left you on the curb to bleed out
Your taking all this medicine it’s messing with my head
Why you always have to treat me like I’m bogus?

Chorus:
why is it always my fault
I always do wrong and I feel really bad, 
I can not live like this
I tried to hide it but I run from the past

Verse: 
My money getting high call it oxy
Your really funny bro comedy
Your just a sad loser wannabe
That’s why your making fun of me
But you are gonna see me on top
Call it Sisyphus cause ima push and I’m never gonna stop
Because I really want this
I’m not stopping for no one I gotta push my self because no one will do it for me
I already know what I want and your stuck questioning everything about me

Chorus:

why is it always my fault
I always do wrong and I feel really bad, 
I can not live like this
I tried to hide it but I run from the past

why is it always my fault
I always do wrong and I feel really bad, 
I can not live like this
I tried to hide it but I run from the past

Oxycodone

Lieu  Stuck In My Head W Grandee  Twikipedia Slowed X Reverb by Wafe

Nintendo - Numl6ck, xadvoi (slowed and reverbed)

truth hurts (xmichaelwarren)

produced by me fuck all the goofys that swtiched 

MUSIC TALK (1500 on TOP fuck MPA)

chrome heartss

sikk

@dfn1
@bratted
@6vz


lyrics:
 Glock by my side its gon rip you to pieces
i hate my life cause i know i wont be shit
im with my wife so please hold out on beefing
i feel so stupid i know that shes leaving

Im steady grieving
On my own when its the evening
Why is this bitch so deceiving
all of the lies that she told im beliving

You took my heart and you threw it away
Ive been left speechless dont know what to say
i got racks upon racks so you know im gon pay
Dead in my coffin and thats where i lay

Shawty super bad i put some racks all in her pocket

and im off the fucking xannies and the percs look how im walkin

and i keep that pole right by my side i aint got time for talking

creepin thru the night u are the pray that ive stalkin

You needa mop up 
Boy ur a mock up
acting so heavy we hit you like wassup 
You tryna talk tough 
Im calling your bluff
empty ur pockets we run off we sauced up

Oh yh im saucing
Doing this shit till the coffin
Ill keep on going i am never stopping

My liver bleeding for drugs i am fiending
i ran from the pain and the torture im feeling
the money im stacking goes up to the ceiling
The skin on my body im watching it peeling

Nintendo - Numl6ck, xadvoi (slowed and reverbed)

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