Name: Deceived by TRIS
Duration: 2 min 31 s
Description: The end of my joy. The interlude of my suffering. The beginning of my prophecy.

bro we gonna make it one day im sitting here 4:38am listening to this shit and its just so fucking hard and true, you’re an anazing artist i can’t wait to work again w you

Rackin' Up The Chees

Still Stressed

Not much to say.
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Suicide (Prod. By MIVADI)

The end of my joy. The interlude of my suffering. The beginning of my prophecy.

Deceived

[Relatable.]{ft. Anthem 2k}

[Depression.]

SXDA PXP - Patience?

all these letters never sent?
and all these voicemails that i left you,
never sent?
and now you posting all your happiness on instagram while i was sitting crying for 6 months without a hand.
“i’m sorry love,
that i don’t have all of the strength to give you hugs.
and how you cried over facetime wasn’t enough.
see it was god who told me that you weren’t the one.”

i was one who,
helped you love.
and gave you strength,
to show you trust.
and i admit,
yeah i fucked up.
but there’s a difference between loving me & lust.

i kept on 
loving you wrong,
and so i’ve written song after song.
just to reach out,
and let you remember that i’ve been your rebound since last year’s december.

when the snow fell harder than it looked,
my lips kept on cracking,
my songs had no hooks.
i stayed in my bed,
had no love for my books.
& i gave up on school,
all the time that it took,
to remember you.
and all the little memories that made me smile,
they went and faded blue.
or maybe black when it was back to how i’d see it through.
just me and you.
on facetime just me and you.
the distance blinded me so i just couldn’t feel it through.

hrtbrkn pt. 2

This song was made as a way to get a few things off my chest that's all

𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝖌𝖔𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙 𝖓𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

Off My Chest

prod. cormac
vid. cred. kujira

verse 1:

my actions been malicious 
paranoia left me superstitious 
lose my stitches, succumb to premonitions 
living livid, vivid, visions, closer to the finish of your mission

everything comes with strings attached like guitars and violins
prison and love go together ripped hearts and violence 
i’m exhausted, everything is toxic
it’s all just statistics, i’m another number caught in 

equations, with variables and no savings 
just check in on me, when nothing is amazing, i just keep proclaiming 
i’m anxious and impatient 
a monster ain’t worth taming 
my life, people look at me, thinking, we should shame him

what am i besides dy’naesha and my music?
no quality define me besides the passion that i’m abusing 
i am not me, must take pride in something 
cuz if not, i’ll invite the reaper when i hear him coming

you're gonna carry that weight

listen to all the hidden instructions. they've been carefully placed in each of my songs. trust.

Deceived

TRIS

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