PTO 2 feat. Manny Force Produced by Roma Jonson

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Lyrics
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I like the way
I like the way
I like the taste
I like the way
The way you taste
(Fuck me like you hate me)
The way you taste
(I know that you hate me)

Don't you ever stop
Make it hurt right to the bone
I want it all
I'm in too deep but I shoulda known
(Shoulda known)
I saw the signs but I froze
I want you gone
But I can't think of letting you go

Letting you go
Letting you go
Letting you go
Letting you go
Letting you go
Letting you go
Letting you go
Letting you go

I like the way
I like the way
I like the taste
I like the way
The way it tastes
(The way it tastes)
The way you taste
(The way you taste)
I like the way
I like the way
I like the taste
I like the way
The way it tastes
(The way it tastes)
The way you taste
(The way you taste)

Taste

Taste [Prod. Fiftyzeroes]

shattered

(Intro)
YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING BETTER?! YOU THINK YOU'RE EXEMPT?! All that bullshit, all that judgment, all that righteous rage you throw around... it's just a goddamn mask! You're no saint, you're no hero, you're just another rotten piece of this fucked-up world! So tear off the disguise! Face the ugly truth! LOOK IN THE MIRROR, BITCH! NOW!

(Pre Chorus)
So quick to cast your judgment, so eager to condemn / While the rot you try to bury, is festering within! / You hypocritical bastard, you make me wanna puke!

(Verse 1)
You wanna talk about what's wrong? What's broken and what's fake?
Just take a long, hard look at the chaos you create.
You hide behind your victim mask, your pathetic, thin disguise,
While the truth about your sickness is screaming in your eyes.
Don't tell me 'bout your problems, your suffering, your pain,
You engineered this downfall, again and again.
So come on with your excuses, your pity and your shame,
You're the only one to blame here, for this destructive, twisted game.

(Chorus)
No more fucking excuses, no more running from the pain!
You're the source of all the sickness, the poison in the rain!
You want to know who's guilty? Who's the cause of all this shit?
LOOK IN THE MIRROR, BITCH! You're the one who started it!
(LOOK IN THAT MIRROR BITCH!) (THE PROBLEM WASN'T ME!)
(IT WAS ALWAYS FUCKING YOU!)

(Verse 2)
You hide behind your victim mask, your pathetic, thin disguise,
While the truth about your sickness is screaming in your eyes.
You whine about the cards you're dealt, the hand you had to play,
But you keep pulling aces from your ass, every goddamn day.
Don't tell me 'bout your struggles, your burdens, or your pain,
You engineered this downfall, again and again.
So choke on your excuses, your pity and your shame,
You're the only one to blame here, for this destructive, twisted game.

(Chorus)
No more fucking excuses, no more running from the pain!
You're the source of all the sickness, the poison in the rain!
You want to know who's guilty? Who's the cause of all this shit?
LOOK IN THE MIRROR, BITCH! You're the one who started it!
(LOOK IN THAT MIRROR BITCH!) (THE PROBLEM WASN'T ME!)
(IT WAS ALWAYS FUCKING YOU!)

(Verse 3)
You wanted us to fix you? To mend your broken soul?
To make you feel less empty, to finally make you whole?
You're a bottomless pit of garbage, a toxic, festering wound,
And every helping hand you got, you spat on and disowned.
So crawl back to your darkness, your miserable abode,
You're a burden on the living, a cancerous, heavy load.
There's nothing left to save here, no light, no grace, no spark,
Just the ugly truth, you carry, rotting in the dark.

(Chorus)
No more fucking excuses, no more running from the pain!
You're the source of all the sickness, the poison in the rain!
You want to know who's guilty? Who's the cause of all this shit?
LOOK IN THE MIRROR, BITCH! You're the one who started it!
(LOOK IN THAT MIRROR BITCH!) (THE PROBLEM WASN'T ME!)
(IT WAS ALWAYS FUCKING YOU!)

(Verse 4)
You think your legacy is gold? A monument so grand?
It's just a pile of garbage, rotting on the land.
Every single person you crushed, every soul you left behind,
They're etched into that mirror, messing with your mind.
So stare into the darkness, until your vision blurs,
And see the sum of all your filth, the person it procures.
You wanted to be special? To stand above the rest?
You're just a broken testament, to a life put to the test!

(Outro)
So spit on your own name! Bury your own lies! You thought you could hide from it?! You thought you could run?! This isn't about me anymore, you narcissistic piece of shit! This is about what you are! What you always were! You tried to blame the world, but the cancer's in your soul! LOOK IN THE MIRROR, BITCH! Now suffer!

(Chorus)


Look in The Mirror Bitch!

(Intro)
Look at you, cowering in the shadow of the tombstone. Pathetic. Don't pretend you didn't see this coming, you and I both knew he was fragile. And now? Now he's just ash and regret, and whose fault is that? Yours. Always yours. Every shattered dream, every whispered accusation, it all funnels back to that hollow space where your guts used to be. You think you're mourning? You're just a parasite feeding on the decay, pretending grief when all you really feel is the cold, hard satisfaction of being right. He's gone. And I'm still here. Your own personal tormentor, forever twisting the knife in the wound you carved yourself. Welcome to the reckoning, little worm. Let the games begin.

(Pre Chorus)
And now you weep, a pathetic display for the empty chair. But don't look to me for comfort, you brought this on yourself. Every tear you shed is a testament to your weakness, a monument to the man you couldn't save. I watched you falter, I watched you break, and in that wreckage, I thrived. So cry me a river, build a damn, it won't wash away the truth: you're just a ghost in a body that won't die, haunted by the very air he used to breathe.

(Verse 1)
You pace the floor, a rat in a cage. Reliving moments, last words, the silence. You call it memory; I call it masochism. Replaying his last breath, the chill of it, your frozen surrender. You enjoyed the power in that paralysis, the twisted thrill of the end unfolding. It cemented your reign, didn't it? The sole survivor of a kingdom you destroyed. And now you wear grief like a medal, a grotesque trophy for your failures.

(Chorus)
You buried him, but I'm the one who stands on his grave,
Laughing at your hollow sorrow, the soul you couldn't save.
Every teardrop's acid, burning through your core,
A monument to all the ways you begged for something more.
I am the architect of this exquisite pain,
The vindictive echo of his name, again and again!
So bleed for me, you hypocrite, in this self-made hell,
While I dance on his ashes, and watch you finally fail!
(WHY DAD WHY?) (DOES MY EGO EAT ME ALIVE!!!)
(WHY DID YOU DIE??) (I FUCKING MISS YOU DAD!!)

(Verse 2)
You visit the grave, whispering prayers to dirt. Think he hears you? He's dust. But I hear you. Every plea, every sob, it's music to my ears. You trace his name, a futile attempt to etch him back. Pathetic. He's a memory, and I twist it, a weapon against you. Remember disappointing him? I saved that, polished it. Now, in your grief, I unleash it, a thousand tiny cuts, screaming your unworthiness.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
You chase what-ifs, crawling through his final days. Every cough, every breath—you replay it all, a connoisseur of misery. You claim you tried. But I know the truth. I saw the relief when the phone rang, the quiet satisfaction. That ugly part of you that celebrated his decay—that's me. I'm here to remind you: his death wasn't just an accident. It was your goddamn release.

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)
You seek absolution in bottles, strangers, forgotten drugs. Chasing oblivion, a pathetic dog. But you can't outrun me. I'm the ghost in your whiskey, the tremor in your hand, the whisper in your ear. Every empty gaze in the mirror shows my reflection, a grinning specter of your ultimate failure. You built this cage, locked yourself in, and I hold the only key. Enjoy the view. This is your eternity.

(Outro)
And there you have it. The grand finale. No applause. No curtain call. Just the sweet, sweet sound of your own unraveling. You thought you could escape? You thought a few tears and a bottle would make me disappear? Fool. I am the ghost in your goddamn machine, the parasite feasting on your last shred of peace. He's gone. And I'm all that's left. Me. Your beautiful, brutal truth. Sleep tight, little victim. The nightmare's just begun.

My Ego Eats Me Alive!!

(Intro)
Alright, listen up, you sorry motherfuckers! You wanna talk about living? You wanna talk about what makes this pathetic existence even remotely tolerable? It ain't your sad-ass hopes and dreams, and it sure as hell ain't your goddamn responsibilities! This is it, right now. This beat in your chest, this fire in your veins. So, what the fuck are we waiting for? You got one shot, one breath, one glorious chance to burn it all down! Let's get this party started! WHY THE FUCK NOT GET LIT?!

(Pre-Chorus)
We're all just chasing shadows, running from the grave,
A pack of wild dogs howling, nothing left to save!
So fuck the rules, the worries, every single doubt,
Cuz if we're going down, we're going all the way out!

(Verse 1)
Another Monday, another goddamn grind,
Stuck in this rat race, losing your fucking mind.
Bills stacking higher, dreams gatherin' dust,
Just waiting for that moment when your whole life busts.
They tell you "be patient," "work hard, play it safe,"
But that's a dead-end road, a slow, miserable chafe!
So break out the poison, crank the volume to ten,
'Cause the world's already fucked, why the hell pretend?!

(Chorus)
So crank it up to eleven, let the speakers blow,
WHY THE FUCK NOT GET LIT?! Let your true colors show!
We're here for a good time, not a long one, so they say,
Fuck tomorrow, let's burn it down and live for today!
Yeah, scream it louder, let the whole damn world hear,
We're alive, we're unruly, and we don't live in fear!
So raise your glass up high, to the chaos and the fight,
WHY THE FUCK NOT GET LIT?! Let's own the goddamn night!
(WHY THE FUCK NOT?)  (GET FUCKING LIT BITCH!!!)
(LET'S GET FUCKING LIT!!!!)

(Verse 2)
They tell you "find your purpose," "build a legacy so grand,"
While you're just scraping by, with dirt beneath your hand.
This life's a short fuse, burning down too fast,
So why waste a single second trying to make it last?
You got aches in your back, demons in your head,
Might as well go out screaming, instead of dying in bed!
So shed that fake smile, rip off the disguise,
Let's chase the damn lightning, right before our eyes!

(Chorus)
So crank it up to eleven, let the speakers blow,
WHY THE FUCK NOT GET LIT?! Let your true colors show!
We're here for a good time, not a long one, so they say,
Fuck tomorrow, let's burn it down and live for today!
Yeah, scream it louder, let the whole damn world hear,
We're alive, we're unruly, and we don't live in fear!
So raise your glass up high, to the chaos and the fight,
WHY THE FUCK NOT GET LIT?! Let's own the goddamn night!
(WHY THE FUCK NOT?)  (GET FUCKING LIT BITCH!!!)
(LET'S GET FUCKING LIT!!!!)

(Verse 3)
You wanna talk 'bout consequences? Go cry to your priest!
This ain't no Sunday school, this is the fucking beast!
They say "regret will haunt you," "you'll pay for every sin,"
But what about the torment of never truly living, never jumping in?!
So let the judgment rain down, let 'em call you insane,
'Cause sanity's a prison, and we're breaking every chain!
No more excuses, no more holding back the fire,
Just pure, unadulterated, primal, raw desire!

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)
You wanna play it safe? Go live in a goddamn box!
Watch the world burn from afar, while time relentlessly clocks.
We're not here for comfort, not here for quiet dreams,
We're here to ignite the sky, split it right at the seams!
So let the puritans choke on their rules and their lies,
We're raising hell tonight, right beneath their dead eyes!
No brakes on this train, no turning back the hands,
Just pure fucking anarchy, across these wasted lands!

(Outro)
Yeah! That's it! Feel that?! That's what it means to be alive! So go on, get out there! Don't let those motherfuckers tell you how to live, how to breathe! This is your moment, your fire! And remember: when in doubt, when they try to cage you, when they try to break your fucking spirit... just ask yourself: WHY THE FUCK NOT GET LIT?!

(Chorus)


Why The Fuck NOT? Get Lit!!!

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LYRICS: 
We’re falling through the light
I see it in your eyes
The static cuts the night
No signal left to find
Not calling you to fight
The echoes don’t sound right
But something’s still alive
I need you in my life

like a plague bitch imma go bubonic 
faster than sonic- way I’m smokin the chronic 
I’m on it, haters be a bee Inna bonnet
cuz they want it, hoppin onna beat and I vomit 
bout jack shit, i walk round widda packed lip 
you playa hate but a playa got a fat dick
I’m at da club I could never wear a wack fit 
lookin for da love but i already had it

that shit died so I put it in a casket
R.I.P. to a livin without baggage UH
hang in the back with the ratchets
comin out clean I always be batshit
already smoked a half bag of cabbage, trashin out the lung that I’m hackin
jacket loud as hell, I’m not lackin, passin it to anyone askin

We’re falling through the light
I see it in your eyes
The static cuts the night
No signal left to find
Not calling you to fight
The echoes don’t sound right
But something’s still alive
I need you in my life

NobodyLikeYou

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[Verse 1]
Heute ging es mir echt wirklich mieserabel. (mhh)
Heute lief alles irgendwie gegen die Parabel. (haha)
Heute war der große Leichtsinn ziemlich stark. (aha)
Meckern hilft da nix, einfach durch jetzt da. (jaa)

Sometime's konsumiere ich Medien, die mir schaden. (nö)
Doch ab sofort bin ich besser, weg mit dem Messer. (jaa)
Ab sofort ist bbnT tot, auch wenn ich ihn erwähn'. (tot)
Es bedeutet "Me Vs. Me", der Endgegner bin ich. (ich)

[Hook]
Your best time for change is now
One day everything will be gone
Our best time for change is now
Don't let your demons win now

We gonna make it through
We gonna make it through
Stay strong, keep your move
Stay strong, we'll fight through

[Verse 2]
Texte so detailliert, wie mein Friedhof an alten Ego's. (ego)
Dort liegen tausende an misslungen Versuchen begraben (uhh)
Tausende Versuche mich zu ändern, die gescheitert sind. (was?)
Tausende Versuche, Dinge, an den' ich gescheitert bin. (ahh)

Hör auf zu reden, lieber mach', wir sind eine Einheit. (soldat)
Spielt einer dumm, gibt es Einen, der ihn befreit. (vom leid)
Befreit von seinem Leid, und der Einsamkeit. (alleine)
Die ihn sein Gott gab, nun wird er befreit. (befreit)

[Hook]
Your best time for change is now
One day everything will be gone
Our best time for change is now
Don't let your demons win now

We gonna make it through
We gonna make it through
Stay strong, keep your move
Stay strong, we'll fight through

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