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Opop

godhatesus

playtot'2

incroyable line

Emo Trap

moses

Rock Ish 6

She said it's not like me to change
So we can go our separate ways
Oh she's been rotting in my brain
And now I feel so ashamed

She said it's not like me to change
So we can go our separate ways
Oh she's been rotting in my brain
And now I feel so ashamed

Finally coming back but it's about time
You stay low and out my mind
There was something about you
I just can't get it right
I don't think you know
I'm a waste of time
You don't want this no
Look into my eyes

Focused while you playin
Playing all these games and,
Telling different stories
In every conversation
Are you meaning what you say
Are you meaning what you say

I don't think it's the right time
I don't want you in my mind
Call me back when you thinking
And I won't never ever reject

She said it's not like me to change
So we can go our separate ways
Oh she's been rotting in my brain
And now I feel so ashamed

She said it's not like me to change
So we can go our separate ways
Oh she's been rotting in my brain
And now I feel so ashamed

@losinglucid - Separate Ways (Prod. Voyce)

Nothing Can Save Me (From Myself)

Cowboys Became Folk Heroes / Hello Space Cowboy

Shelf Life Drama

Cowboys Became Folk Heroes

A Conversation With Myself

Kite Flying Society

Binded

Breathe

Nothing

Youtube:- naijafinixTV

Juice Wrld Ghost Unreleased

SPIT IN MY FACE!

One More Shot

Sleez

Swap Places

zombie

Waste My Mind

jomie & supachefm - magic (prod. citrusgastank)

Null & Void (prod. okwunda)

eyes open before i go (prod.shadow)

ROCK OUT - Playboi Carti, Offset (UNRELEASED REMASTERED)

When You See This... Text Me

Rich Sex (feat. Tesehki)

Beround (Lijah's Interlude)

New England unites for "Nectar's".
By Chase Murphy (@chasechowder), maari (@sampaulinomusic), conswank (@conswank), and Charlie Mayne (@charliemayne)
Produced by Fríó (@nutimakureki)
Mixed by Fríó
Mastered by Fríó
Cover art by Happy Belated

Nectars (feat. Chase Murphy, maari, conswank, and Charlie Mayne)

All Night

Drifting Away

Woke Up Vybin

Babygirl

When I’m With You

When I'm With You

Do Me Like That

lyrics 

i'm alright now
every time i see the sign i run it right down
moving 'till the morning we don't need to lie down
but is this what were making up for 
forgotten times, we can no longer retrace it 

fine by me
i don'r really care at all
know thats what you think
i can kinda shrug it off
just to see the stars aligning 
baby are you still involved 
every word that i say is from the heart and i can't turn it off

like really whats this timing
do i really gotta come find you
when the worlds turning ice cold?

like baby im right behind ya
and baby im right beside ya
i'll be here 'till i can't grow

looking out from the porch
it's starting to trickle, i'm sensin' a storm
hide in my fort
you'll be alright, you'll be alright
tellin' you everyday you'll be alright
know it makes a difference that's what i tell myself every night

now when i cry
it's just for a moment
yeah i just give it sometime
then i'm keepin' it rollin'
rollin it clean, mixin' the purp. wit' the green
and then i just let it all out
fuck i dont care if its makin' me bleed 

i wrote it on a list 
oh all those stories we lived when we were kids
how'd i become so sick of this

believe me when i say thats it's plenty
heavy on my soul but i pretend that i'm ready
sure i was 20
that whole decade was blurry
searching for messages i had left when i was 13

who gon' be there for me 
who gon' be there for me 
who gon' be there for me 

do i think my city
do i think my city
do i think my city miss me

bared all of the weight that i could carry
jag var jätta ledsen, yeah i was so fucking sorry
så mycket press på mig
men de var också mit fel
jag hade massor avslut men kunde inte passera som vag var i mitfield

du är inte skyldig för någon att visa
sånt som du vet att du kan och kan bra
alla döljer vi mil av vanilj för att då vi var små 
var det någon som sa att vi inte var bra
var det någon som sa att vi inte var bra

var det någon som sa att vi inte var bra
var det någon som sa att vi inte var bra
var det någon som sa 
var det någon som sa att vi inte var bra

brand (fire)

brand (fire) (cxrter x jolst)

Back to real, raw, and transparent music that matters. God driven.

Skylines

i broke up with my gf at Coachella

Feël no wayz (Yeat mix)

To the dragon 
any loss is 
total. His rest  
is disrupted 
if a single  
jewel encrusted 
goblet has 
been stolen. 
The circle 
of himself 
in the nest 
of his gold 
has been 
broken. No 
loss is token.

I felt it rise behind my ribs,
A tide that whispered old what-ifs.
The moon hung low like something kind,
But still it drew the salt in mind.
I never meant to call your name,
But waves know grief — they come the same.

Llanw’r lleuad, drawn and low,
I carry you where I can’t go.
Circle broken, ring of light,
Gold gone soft beneath the night.

There’s a window in my chest —
Opens when I need to rest.
I see your face in the reflection,
Like moonlight caught in old direction.
A single cup, the dragon wakes,
A loss too small, and still it breaks.

Your voice was water,
Now it’s tide.
It doesn’t ask.
It just decides.

Llanw’r lleuad, hush and rise,
Pull me under soft goodbyes.
Silver breath and salted skin,
I don’t swim — I let you in.

I dreamt you held a lantern shell,
And every glow was something I’d never tell.
A laugh, a lullaby, a breath I missed —
They shimmered like mercury in the mist.
You smiled. Said: “It’s all still yours.”
And left it shining on the shore.

In the albedo of memory:
A cup turned moon,
A saltless sea.
Dragon’s hoard, now scattered small —
But still, it’s hoard,
And I recall.
The circle spins. The ouroboros sings.
The grief becomes
A kind of ring.

There’s moss between my shoulder blades,
Where your last hug still gently stays.
The moon don’t ask — she just appears,
Turns all I’ve lost
To what endears.

Llanw’r lleuad, love that sways,
Soft and full in stranger ways.
Hold me close, in pull or flight —
You are the sea
That sings at night.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

Llanw’r Lleuad

WHIP

there aint nowhere else to go 
starin down tha barrel 
see my childhood
and then tha smoke
im comin home to erebos
my sinkin soul
every night im drinkin half a liter 
in tha mornin ima get some more
maybe here tn ill have tha guts to finally do it
it dont matter though
i made my mind up some years ago
no one here is listenin
and prolly cuz i aint a hoe
mind set on overdrive
pale skin n tired eyes
decomposin body
got me waitin for tha afterlife

u prolly laughin think iss funny
but im serious
i loved u so fuckin much
i wish u never left
n i dont give a fuck 
what u sayin to ur friends
ima tell it how it is

barrel (prod. thersx)

STEVEN MOSES DAD.m4a

I’d Rather Live Just A Day With You Than A Life Without You

I Tried

Virgin

Man Of The Year

The New Album 'To Be Everywhere Is To Be Nowhere' Out Now.

Download on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/TBEITBN
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Lyrics: 
We wave our flags, we swallow fear like medicine
We kiss the hands of profiteers and their congressmen 
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate)
I've had enough (and I'm not afraid)
To raise a shout, to make it clear — this has to end

There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street 
And there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be 
And I'm sick of it — I’m so sick of this

We panic at the sight of different colored skin
And we've got a plan to justify each mess we're in 
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate)
I've had enough (and I'm not afraid)
To take a stand, to make it right — this has to end

Fear will kill your mind and steal your love as sure as anything 
Fear will rob you blind and make you numb to other's suffering 
And I've felt it's touch too many times and I've had enough I've had enough
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street 
And there's a gun in your hand, or there might as well be 
Are you sick of it? — I’m so sick of this


STEVEN MOSES DAD.m4a

Steven Moses