Original version of “Text Me” by Lil Peep featuring Young Era, which, in fact, is CEONRPG’s song featuring Peep and possibly a second feature, which is undisclosed at the moment. The song has a different beat, and its structure is unknown.

A snippet of this version leaked on 17 December, 2020 in a Peep related discord server.

credits: 2juicedrough

CEONRPG feat. Lil Peep & Young Era - "Txt Me" prod. Lusi (NEW LQ SNIPPET)

she live alone on a love seat but there's room for two

love letter (prod. offkiltermanner)

i fell in love in st marks
off of alphabet city
i took the 1 train to hell
and i got tipsy by whiskey
no whitney, but houston
linked me up with a bandit
who likes ***** in a bag
and doing **** on the transit
i handed him my heart
i said, "it’s made out of granite"
now water can’t break that
but he’s known as a vandal
he been known as a vandal

i fall in love with affection
and any sort of attention
i end up codependent 
though that’s never my intention
i really hate rejection
i get way too possessive
welcome 2 my wicked love confession 

i fell in love on a bridge
made of bricks and tricks
with a real good kid
who sport the crucifix
it was satirical
and he was rather lyrical
a pragmatic diplomat
i thought i’d take a dip in that
now little did we know
i was his river of styx
i broke his heart quick
off of too many drinks
i was sober by october
but before that i was loaded
and he never got his closure

i fall in love with affection
and any sort of attention
i end up codependent 
though that’s never my intention
i really hate rejection
i get way too possessive
this is just my wicked love confession

i fall in love with affection
and any sort of attention 
i really hate rejection
i get way too possessive

i fell in love in st marks
off of alphabet city

i fell in love on a bridge 
made of bricks and tricks

i fall in love with affection
and any sort of attention
i end up codependent 
though that’s never my intention
i really hate rejection
i get way too possessive
this is just my wicked love confession

i fell in (prod. Quanza)

lyrics 
all my emotions are gone 
i don't know where they went but they left me
i need a wake up call
cause i'm sleeping on my life and i'm empty
i need to get shit together in my head
they think that i'm a psycho, i think they're correct
i don't have no feelings, i'm a fucking wreck
don't need a bitch or a car, i just wish i was dead
i don't have no money, all i got is ten
my family thinks that i hate em but i would kill for them
i got so many suicidal thoughts in my head 
they keep saying i should die but imma try again
sometimes i get high and it helps me forget
other times i'm crying until 3AM
i only feel alive on the weekends
i wish i could hold you tight against my chest
i don't even know what i am anymore
laying in bed feeling like a corpse
staying up all night and sleeping til four
eating all my feelings and i get so bored
all my emotions are gone 
i don't know where they went but they left me
i need a wake up call
cause i'm sleeping on my life and i'm empty

wake up ( prod. metlast )

PROD: @justalilnervous

LYRICS:
god, am i a fictionist?
or do i just escape?
all my pain lives in a mirror
id be lucky if it breaks
i run away from all my problems
and i hate the sound of change
but estrange, i will
if find need be 
protect myself from dang- er

i’m a stranger in my own damn mind
a major pessimist with blue eyes
and a fucked up smile, 
facade
flawed daylight with a grayscale sky
the broad stay high in her pale face lies

i guess i learned from all my elders
they're all fucking story tellers
i’m the next best seller 
im tryna die like old yeller
i’m a wrecker with a record, 
i’m not proud of that
but all the errors in my letters
speak loud in fact

i wrote 
my demise disguised in dark rhymes
with a geyser in my chest
dry ice on my mind
i’m smoking-
loud and open
and i’m sipping on a potion
hoping death is round the corner
cause i know i’m fucking broken, i’m

i’m a sinner at dinner 
and in the morning i lie
theres no holes in my memory
just a blank fucking line
i stare into the void
and yet i scream that i’m fine
but my mother knows i’m crying
cause she hears it every night

i’m tired of living backwards
i just want a backwood full of hash
but damn, smack works
eating xanax for the panics 
that attack her
savage fucking actor
or honest with her craft, huh?

i got obsidion idioms in esophagus
too dark in the sarcophagus
i’m cussin at some cops and shit
i’m breaking up these rocks for a fix, damn
the new patek on my fucking writ
ice to water, under bridge
36, soon begins
cleanse my dirty sins
imma kill the king, then i’ll wear the rings
i just tell my tale and then rescind

imma kill the king, then i’ll wear the rings
i just tell my tale and then rescind

dear god, am i a fictionist?
or do i just escape?
all my pain lives in a mirror
id be lucky if it breaks
i run away from all my problems
and i hate the sound of change
but estrange, i will
if find need be 
protect myself from dang- er

i been looking for reflections 
in the walls of all these mansions 
i’m a Slut real Manson 
in the Garden with a handsome 
boy, yeah he told me that he loves me
imma break his heart 
make everything ugly 
i did it fucking once 
i know that I could do it twice 
don’t give me the chance 
know u rather live your life 
real happy and sober
and without a problem 
but I am just that 
using downers to solve them
im tiny and fragile
and without a father
i guess thats why xanax
dissolve in my water

ESCAPE (PROD. NERVOUS)

hey there, my liar
i fell deep in love with u
we kept it secret from the crew
only u n me knew

hey there, my liar
i fell deep in love with u
we kept it secret from the crew
only u n me knew

hey there, my liar
meet me up in new york city
i'm a couple miles away
but i been tryna see the whitney
with u, boo
time square is shit, you know its true
you know its true

hey there, my liar
don’t you know i never listen
i don’t think you’re getting lonely
another girl, another kiss
i close my eyes
i’m in a void, under a guise 
that ill get by, by, 
bye

hey there my liar
what's it like getting by
just your voice could get me high
i don't need to lie

hey there my liar
what's it like getting by
just your voice could get me high
there's no need to lie

1/2
hey there, my liar
don't you think it's getting old
our home is growing mold
and we only leave to pick up zones
(x2)

2/2
hey there, my liar
it's what you do to me
(x4)

hey there, my liar (prod. lilnumber48)

dominique
under construction
still sick

((i dnt like 90% of the songs on this acct so if they disappear im sry))


email: babybhoul@gmail.com

hey there, my liar (prod. lilnumber48)

sicky

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