PROD. NEXX

LYRICS:

VERSE 1:
I feel like a tourist inside my head, why do I feel so dead? I don't know but I do know what I say is wrong and I'm tryna change and move on. But I get so hung up on the past, but it's time to change and improve, cos this ain't how I want shit to move, and how I want to continue. So if you feel alone, I feel you, But it's better we get we need cos bro this world needs I don't wanna see you blow ya brains out and end up dead with blood splatters all over head all over ya bed you have a purpose fuck anxiety and don't listen to your head that motherfucker only makes you wanna go budd dywer. instead do what I do take all this shit outta ya head and make it into something positive instead. (aye yeah aye yeah)

(Bridge is scrims grey day speech)

VERSE 2:
Always fucking up everything for those around me I feel like a disappointment to my family. why do I feel this way and if it's okay and my feelings are valid but anyway I feel like my brains gonna decay and rot inside my head.

SCREAMO:
JUST FUCKING TAKE ME AWAY INSTEAD!

Like please I'm on my knees like if god can hear me please help me I feel insane I'm starting to communicate with my inner self through writing instead of thinking I think I'm crazy I think I'm crazy I'm starting to think I want Hailey back in my life but fuck this song ain't about that I just wanna do what's right cos anxiety is a bitch and it's got me overthinking again if anybody can relate yeah.

(will it end?)

OUTRO:
(aye aye yeah)

NEVER $EE DAYLIGHT (TAKE ME AWAY)

Incinerate

Produced and written by The Postal Dude 

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I'm grotesque, when I rap stab you to death make sure your spleen is left hanging out with your brains swinging about. Like I don't give a fuck cos I seriously don't. Say you could do better just write a suicide letter, Budd Dywer, Medusa met her. Stone you to death centre of my sight no point hiding hatred right? Is humanity when or ever the answer is never.

This race of retards is better off dead in the dirt worthless you heard what I said since I was a preteen I didn't know what it felt to be dead inside, behind the eyes. told lies by faggot fucks who think this world has problems (fuck). Instead of tryna solve em I'm no better but let explain myself to elaborate on my lobot-omy of society so I can get my point across less violently.

This world is filled with people that lie to me and say you care, But when it comes to talking you just brush it off and act like shit ain't wrong. In my case you call me a sicko, wrong in the head, mental case. which makes me freeze in place.question why I have feelings in the first place but If I think about it wouldn't even be the worst case, the worst case would be if I end up in a hearse I know I could say worse (fuck it).

Verse 2:
Back to rapping about this life is a waste if you don't have long term goals in place. Like yall be saying I'm shit but no one starts like Em in the first place. rap is a test of patience, perseverance and howning your skill to make this into a dream and I'm no where near there, Like I'll keep going, like you have to be a feind to write songs with purpose. Writing what you think about works-ish. atleast that's what I did any thought I'd write it as a way to cope and stay calm getting shit talked to about writing em's lyrics despite it helping me become a rapper too. while worthless faggots who talked shit who barely enjoyed the genre. I shoulda eaten them damher style yes I know these lyrics are vile but it's what I think of in a day. So if I go to hell I know satan is gay and a faggot anyway. So imma flip dis shit flip it and break stuff like limp bizcut. Risk it all for peeps to hear me out, screaming no amount will do to help you but screw dis, cos imma prove this shit in my head, even if I end up dead, Imma change something and help someone live like others did for me through dread.

Verse 2½:
Feeling like a fuck up is part of the process of vocalising what can't be said, So Fuck Feeling Dead, Fuck This World, Fuck Anxiety that's killing people silently.cos I think of everything ending violently in my head, insomnia SCREAMS to death my mind is in shambles and I can't even be bothered with anyone around me, and anytime I wanna speak my mind rambles till people get bored, I get ignored my thoughts scramble like eggs (wait till my brains hit the wall I'm dead...)

I DONT WANNA BE ALIVE AT ALL!!

Verse 3:
Skull hits the wall at mach 1, Maybe if Hails would kill me it would be fun, but not at this point. At this point I'll ask her for joint, slit my neck to make a point, grab the tec 9 and ask God to check my mind and make it clear,But what the fuck is the point OF BEING HERE, anymore?

Verse 3½:
Becos I'm fucking worthless I'm making this hurt less, I'll hurt everyone around me I don't fuckin care, ANYMORE!!!!

$UICIDE NOTE (THIS IS ME BEING BRUTALLY HONEST)

$ick of Myself (I GIVE UP) [Prod. SMOOSHER]

Help (I Can't Control My Anger)

Decomposing Before Daylight (Nightmares Are Like A Light)

Intrusively Careless (Prod CannonTooCold x ScarProductions)

Sleep Walk (Feat. ARETEE)

Agoraphobia (MY ANXIETY IS KILLING ME)

LAST RESORT (Feat. DARKO)

Revelations (CHOOSE YOUR OWN PATH)

You Did It (I $HOULD JU$T KILL MY$ELF)

(PART OF PHANTOM CLIQ)

CORVU$ is a Northern Irish rapper who dicusses the effects of anxiety, brain switches and mood swings and hope to get his thoughts and bottled up hatred and anger out through his music.

Aliases:
YUNG $PLATTER
CORVU$ THA CANNIBAL 

Producer Name:
The Postal Dude

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