Freedom

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Rude Boy

Yeyeye (feat. Prod. Arr)

Aimée Britannia - Metaverse (Remix)

You see in multi-colour, but you never reach the sky.

You live inside this bubble you created to get by.

You see in multi-colour, but can never touch the sun.

A horse that has been hobbled, which will never ever run. 

The fear of condemnation, like a maddened staring eye.

The knackers yard sits waiting, blind and baulking at goodbye.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.
Run rabbit, run to the sun.
To the sun.

The fear of forgetting everything from summers past.

The thought there was no point to any of the given tasks. 

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.
Run rabbit, run to the sun.
To the sun.

Run Rabbit Run (Part Two)

RIz Cult x @bawl-slant
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I’m preying on for a kill
Vultures' favorite meat 
I’m waiting on for a thrill
In the city’s streets 

It aint like what it seems 
I bite the hand that feeds
Oh baby pretty please 
I want you on your knees 

I’m waiting on for a kill
Vultures' favorite meat 
I’m preying on for a thrill
In the city’s streets 

It aint like what it seems 
I bite the hand that feeds
Oh baby pretty please 
I want you on your knees 

Everyone saw it coming 
Everybody but me 
I don’t want to be bothered
Don’t you mess with me

Don’t you wanna be me 
Don’t you wanna be me
 Living your life free 
Don’t you wanna be me

 Now I see it coming
 I’m a social disgrace 
My mother's crying
At the sight of my face
 You gotta pay to be free
You gotta pay to be free
 Nothing in life is cheap
 Don't you wanna be me

Don't you wanna be me (RI x The Bawl Slant)

I enjoy milk as a beverage and I don't care what u think about that [Kitty's Song]

CRASH INTO THE WALL

Torn

LYRICS:

And this blood runs deep, trust me.
Never before have told you that my heart is pure this many times the dark is near me,
Whispering dreams that I know it won’t give me,
So caught up where I’m thinking you miss me.

Fakest feelings to, I guess you call a “real one”
A guessing game for validation, knowing I don’t need none.
Do please run away from me, and leave me unbothered
Leave me un-slaughtered,
Don’t try to look at me as the martyr.

This picture is bigger than me,
And my soul I won’t offer for some people worshiping me
I’ve been walking with God, 'cause I noticed what follows me,
My back against the wall.
So I can see what’s in front of me, I know this can’t be all.

I know my callings reaching for me,
Time to answer calls
Keys to my freedom inside my hand, the engine trying to stall
The devils working hard
And that weapon formed against me couldn’t pierce my heart
I know that shit tears you apart, but you don’t know my battle scars.

The thickest heart from loving just too hard
You play your part,
As Judas, studying the art war and pulling out the loaded cards
The game fixed against me, serpent said “come as you are”

And here I am, here I stand, rooted.
Hearing fools gold, followed by the actions proving.
Or am I blinded by the past, thinking you would do this?
Is that a sign of disconnection? And I’m working through it?
I think I’m going through it.

I pray to God the light's gone
I'm coming home, hope the lights on
I hope the lights on

I pray to God the light's gone
I'm coming home, hope the lights on
I hope the lights on.

And no respect to suits getting paid,
Off the blood, and graves, where the children lay
Image was everything to them, choosing what to say
On the grandest stage, and platforms, day-to-day

American dream-rich, to get signed the only way.
Not from the heart, you writing down what they tell you to say.
They know exactly who’s gon' play the game
Place a noose around the neck and let the head hang.
When you don't know what's next
Wasting time out the neck
Missing life for a check
Losing friends by the second
Don't know what to expect
Don't know what to protect
Ask the world too many questions, now it's off with the head.

When you're just another image in their head
When you're only here to keep the ego fed
When you always feel like you're failing a test

The most support you’ll get will show up when you're dead.

Coming Home

Man on the moon

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





Run Rabbit Run (Part Two)

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