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Dead Battery

the night god screamed

Bison

the madwoman of chaillot

Chrysolis

jigsaw

Alpha

mother's day

Nora Brannock

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Produced by: 808fxri & Yeezo

Lyrics:

Yeah, what's good?

I’m getting real tired of our talks
Grabbing at straws and downing all these shots  
And you can pick your fights
And I’ll pick up your calls
But when it gets bright
You’ve put back up your walls!

You don’t know the half of it
You don’t know what’s good if it stared you in the face
And I’m real tired of playing these games, yeah

You make the fall worth it
You make me want to quit
And I don’t know what’s good if
You’re this bad and I’m this bad for you!

Admit it, I look good when I’m fucked up
And when I’ve had my fun, I want to sober up
But when you sit and call me
And when you’re cup gets empty
I want to throw my car keys
And down another cup!

Why’d you only call me you’re drunk?
Why’d I only call you when I’m sunk?
This game that we play is just fantasy
So tell me honestly, baby

And I miss the real me!
I miss the real me!
The one that lives rent-free
The one that won’t leave you

And I want the real you!
I want the real you!
The one that wants me too
The one that ain’t see-through

Drunken thoughts lead to pillow talks
And all I want are the pillow thoughts
Not the drunken talks, not the dro and shots
No connect-the-dots, yeah 
  
(Yuh, yuh!) 
All of these wounds but I don’t really feel them anymore
All of these wounds but I refuse to leave or shut the door
Issues I can’t handle healthily, or mentally
Coping with my ex is with the sex, so let it be
Bygones be bygones is what I’m trying to dwell on 
But for this night you and I’m on some of type of love story gone wrong 
But I don’t mind when you bite on my lips and take off your nylons 
But once the moon sets can we not keep this undone, baby?

And I miss the real me!
I miss the real me!
The one that lives rent-free
The one that won’t leave you

And I want the real you!
I want the real you!
The one that wants me too
The one that ain’t see-through

The Real Us

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Produced by: JINDO

Lyrics:

Faded
Maybe
I’m saving myself (savin’ myself)
Maybe (red on my chest)

Tell me if my hands are broken
Tell me if they’re too damn red
Tell me if I’m losing blood and will I ever break this trend?
Red on my shirt matches all the shades of you
And when will I know when my ego’s black and blue?

Wesh lorsqu’on saisit chagrin d’amitié (ah ouais)
C’est plus claire maintenant c’que jai fais qui vous a fait flippé (oh non!)
Connasse, ouais j’me suis comportée comme une connasse (ah oui!)
Ça valait pas la peine d’adorer tout ça
Maintenant on tourne (tourne), on tourne (tourne), on tourne en rond
J’me suis dis Neal (Neal), Neal (merde) vas y rentre merde
Mais y’a ma con (con) science (science) qui m’fais passée un sale quart d’heure oh

Tell me if my hands are broken
Tell me if they’re too damn red
Tell me if I’m losing blood and will I ever break this trend?
Red on my shirt matches all the things I do
Dirtied up now, will I ever start to prove?
Red on my face matches all the love I’d lose
Broken and bruised, have you ever understood?

Pourquoi t’es si différent comparé à la dernière fois (à la vache)
Tu m’as donné donné de l’espoir
J’comprends pas c’que j’ai fait de mal
Moi j’me disais qu’au fond t’étais tout sauf archi-clôturé (mais il est fou lui!)
Mais maintenant j’suis sous l’impression que c’était prématuré

Tell me if my heart is broken 
(My heart is broken)
Tell me if it’s too damn red
(I’m falling)
Tell me if I’m losing blood and will I ever tell my friends

Red on my chest, now the blood is seeping through
(Red on my chest)
Bloodied up now, will I ever start to do
(Bloodied up now)
The right thing

Faded
Though my lips are bitter tender so now
Maybe
I can slow down and count to ten but for now I’m
Saving
My breath for when I’m finally sober and I’m happy

Catharsis (ft. SOPH)

The Dimension Hoppers

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