left her this morning nthn feels right lil vent song

will ther evr be an exit
its nt gettn better it gets hrd to exist
i jst read ur letter wishing 4the best now
i dnt wann do u wrong noo
think we left off on the wrong note

i dnt wann be w u
if uw nt me to tell thr truth 
i rlly hateu..
i h8 to tellu al the news
dnt wanna break u 
i rlly changed u..
were nvr there 4me, i was there 4u

i kno tht it gets hard,
ill move on..
left me with a couple scars,
 im not 2strong
always reachin for thestars
how could i move wrong?
i tried to tell them it wont b to long
until im gone x2
ig that its my fault ur always right
im always wrong

tell me wher to go frm here
i dissapear
cus ik u dnt hear wht i say 
i waste my breath all day
& i get tired of waiting
jst kno ill be leavin
when ur up in the morning

i kno tht it gets hard,
ill move on..
left me with a couple scars,
 im not 2strong
always reachin for thestars
how could i move wrong?
i tried to tell them it wont b to long ://

@zixdown - when will it get better :// (prod. glamoonn+ yamaka)

is this what you wanted (loseralerrt, clearedxd)

thinking a lot (sochi x martinleib)

hungy :(( //배고파요 ( ิ౪ ิ )っ─∈🍛

Top featuring Toxin Brewer (lino X Kiyoshi)

꧁༒•lyrics :0•༒꧂

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͓̽t͓̽h͓̽o͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽c͓̽k͓̽
͓̽i͓̽’͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽u͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽f͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽i͓̽s͓̽c͓̽o͓̽m͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽o͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽a͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽u͓̽r͓̽t͓̽s͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽u͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽
͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽o͓̽n͓̽’͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽l͓̽i͓̽v͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽i͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽m͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽e͓̽e͓̽p͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽c͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽s͓̽h͓̽r͓̽o͓̽o͓̽m͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽s͓̽e͓̽a͓̽r͓̽c͓̽h͓̽
͓̽i͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽o͓̽u͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽p͓̽l͓̽e͓̽a͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽
͓̽c͓̽a͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽u͓̽p͓̽o͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽a͓̽p͓̽e͓̽r͓̽

reaper (rezlaine + sunrisess)

louis & chanel w/ fourteendays

prod https://soundcloud.com/asurxh?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
https://soundcloud.com/negativecreeper?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

(Lyrics) 
Keep on looking away I don’t wanna see your face 
You promised that you would stay 
but now you walk in shame 
I kno u wanna be the same but I had to change 
Blood filling up my pockets 
Going up bby you cannot stop it 
These haters be like flies 
the way they dropping out the sky 
I can’t feel the ground beneath my feet 
I won’t make a sound the green speaks4me
Like stars in the sky I wanna gleam
Bury me in the smoke till I can’t see 
I lie awake all night I don’t wanna dream 
I wanna live that shit till I can’t breathe 
Ghostface on me bby don’t scream 
Looking at me funny cs i party like mf freak

thinking a lot (sochi x martinleib)

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