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thugging it out

Lyrics: 

I was told save my Pennys For them rainy days 
A line will do fine I can’t even feel my face 
I made a song and I almost said your name 
I got your text today and honestly it don’t feel the same 

So when the sun comes down don’t call my phone 
I don’t wanna talk to you just leave me alone 
There’s a bunch of other people who would love your time 
You had your chance all you did was go and waste mine 
Goodbye 

How was my night 
It was fine 
There it goes 
I just told another lie 
But I won’t let you get away this time
There’s nothing left inside 
So for you I won’t cry 
All the feelings that we had 
I really thought It was real 
I can’t take no more likes 
So I’m taking all these pills 
Soon you’ll see me at my shows 
And those parties in the hills
Fan girls at my shows 
And my songs touching mills 

So when the sun comes down don’t call my phone 
I don’t wanna talk to you just leave me alone 
There’s a bunch of other people who would love your time 
You had your chance all you did was go and waste mine 
Goodbye

LEXVE ME XLONE [prod. grayskies]

Crumbled

Lyrics:

Just one more lie and then I fall

Don’t play pretend you had it all

I’d kill for you dont even start

Dancing alone all in the dark

I’m hurting im hurting i wish you were dead

Don’t reach out my hand ill stab you instead

You said you wont hurt me, now look what you did

I’ll pretend i don't need no help, but i said I need you bad

scars

Waste My Mind

so close to ok

lungs

cold skin

Spiral

VOL. 1

suicidal

stain

god complex

When The Devil Speaks…

feel that way

more than dead to me

stare at the sun

In the low light where sounds birth learns to breathe,
dark eroticism already hums like deep bass-line.

Let us say that it is not the body that speaks here first,
but the fragile void before the note and tension lands ... tremor held between silence and desire.

Music moves  through shadow—
slow, deliberate, never naming what it touches.

serpent of a minor chord leans closer than words,
a rhythm lingers where restraint melts,
teaching longing how to sway.

echoes,
vinyl crackle, velvet night,

 voices with secrets it refuses to confess.

It is the art of almost,
the seduction of what remains just out of reach.

In this space, sound and desire conspire.

They remind us that the deepest intimacy
is often heard, 
felt in the pulse.


Waste My Mind

ThxSoMch

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