trust who? (paymels)

the resistance

confess ur love

what did i miss

im so fly

key chain w/ brecken [under the maple tree]

ion een know why Ft. ALi10K

lyrics:

If I pushed back on odds
Theyd scotch this boulevard
Right When this itch evades your arms
Ill calm your hopeless heart

The breaks come compound I couldnt save her
Times flips wayside scattering papers
Ive pieced back the excerpts found
A cold room red wine brewed by a stranger
My word wet tongue dries faster with anger
But these thought forms calm me down
For Ive drawn lines
In sand and silt
And split this life
So pick ur side love
For just this time
Its all on you
To do what’s right
And not what’s light load
U know My clipped down wings prevent ur fall
And air makes room to reverb ur calls
For I know life’s hard but it beats its pulse
So match up yours fore you’ve none at all
I see this Party had pushed forth mimes
They bring silence no one minds

If I pushed back on odds
Theyd scotch this boulevard
Then When this itch evades your arms
Ill calm your hopeless heart

the pulse of us (ryan kelly)

tommy x @sewerperson reunion

Booted up don’t take no shit from no one
I can’t cuff the bitch she going 
If I get paper I’m gone show it yeah
I’m not just gone up for none
Bro got spooked and tried to run 
They put that beam on his body
That’s why I can’t show no love to anybody 
If I’m tired tired
Tell me if you’d stay for a while
I don’t wanna let you go
And I don’t wanna leave you yet


I dont wanna leave you tired
Tired
Lately I been wired
I jam up this fronto im not getting any higher
Blood line out the forgiatos I put on the tires
Fire fire
Baby im on fire
I roll up this 3.5 im floating in this vacuum
There’s just all these hormones in the air im tryna pipe sum
Baby bend that back and look at my face it make me feel sum
Im fine pouring this drank up till the rest those fucking pills come

Booted up don’t take no shit from no one
I can’t cuff the bitch she going 
If I get paper I’m gone show it yeah
I’m not just gone up for none
Bro got spooked and tried to run 
They put that beam on his body
That’s why I can’t show no love to anybody 

Yea oh Alright
Its just me and my dawgs in this function and we spiked
I blew thru his fucking skull I dont need a green light
Hit this peace pipe yea
Me and my guys in here we drugged up bad and mean right now

TIRED ft. SEWERPERSON

lyrics:

Lets go
I swear u take off the glasses and light up the park
You pick at my brain pick out the pain in fragile porcelain parts
How could I look at the bright side in the dark
U feeling my frame u touch on my face and worry become malark
so Where is the best spot to die at when life gets hard
Im tapped out
Im spilling my brain and your answer is steeped in sly remarks
How could I look at the bright side in the dark
U push at the small of my back and Im falling 170 yards

but I get u back in the worst way
U see my worst face 
Every time u look at outside in the yard
Arterial blood thick as toothpaste
How was the view with
My skull opened up like a birthday card
I think u raising the asshole bar
All this work for a condo and luxury car
Ill fire bomb u while u drive to the bar
Its a fire works show in the back the car
I will rip u apart and im not even high right now
Ill meet you on fifth lets just meet up and die right now
ya The building is empty there’s no where to hide right now
Meet me up top fuck it lets both jump down
48 floors 58 floors they passing me by right now
Im going fast but I stand on his back and I land on him skateboard style
He got his brain pushed out
Fuck it though I got my feet blown out
Even his shoes flew off
Thats how u know that he dead right now

Lets go
I swear u take off the glasses and light up the park
You pick at my brain pick out the pain in fragile porcelain parts
How could I look at the bright side in the dark
U feeling my frame u touch on my face and worry become malark
Where is the best spot to die at when life gets hard
Im tapped out
Im spilling my brain and your answer is steeped in sly remarks
How could I look at the bright side in the dark
U push at the small of my back and Im falling 170 yards


a hundred and seventy yards (eric godlow)

poof(attack)

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