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YOKU POSTED HIS LYRICS OMG 😱 


 Im running out of patience tell me what you want 

And I don’t wanna face it I just wanna give it up again 

Late night, and the stars are shining bright 

Don’t know why you’re riding with me

I know that you’ll regret it 

My message left on read and I’m just tryna figure it out

Big brown eyes tell me lies, I won’t care a thousand times 

Up too late I’m just wastin all my time now

I slept past 8 I don’t think I’m fine now

Does she really like me guess it’s time to find out

You don’t wanna fight me pussy boy you’ll find out

I don’t exist anyway

I guess I’ll wait another day

And it’s all I’ve done for you

Everything that I do yeah it’s all for you

I can’t make up my mind I’m just sitting on the fence like all the time

i slept past 8pm *p. nomu +++ amv on youtube, spotify and apple music

saturn

my cover of brakence's introvert
(just my favourite parts)
never gonna be perfect on my second page but i was bored today

i put some lower formant on the vocals so it kinda sounds like brakence is there too sometimes

introvert

shoutout @dramatrial thats my goat

original song: https://soundcloud.com/dramatrial/home

drama trial - home [remix]

prod. and vox @hiddencontact

additional help and vox @aichakushi

Prayers (hidden contact + aichakushi)

paws
hopping on the x17
canteen in my hand
adventure awaits me
what will i do today
hanging around towerhill
watching kids snort up their pills
for cheap, quick easy thrills
take me away

Towerhillstation

its all in your head, raw 
produced by @typhoondll

lyrics:

I tried to play your games
I stumbled down, and rumbled out
the insides of my fane

competing wit ya always leads to everlasting shame

I ask you, how can we communicate?

we dont speak same language: dialect,
it dont matter you understand
all my emotions and ideas.
stumbled, in my head, in silence

flexin some kimbundu
linguagem, that I dont speak, came straight up from my mamas mama
thoughts mixed up like stew,
minor problem, jumbling, tumbling through cerebrum we playing mikado
ridin in a coupe, ya goal prolly
aint that brief relief sweet u needa new hobby

pissed off, clear objects so I dont think about em
pistols, crystals coins of the same side bruh

straight to ya tibia, stank face when this play, swaying the femur ya
open the Biblia, maybe you’ll say: "not so saint my interior"
music my muse she a diva, her moves protrude to the point of anemia
laughing at the oh-so-serious, 

tremendously 

a firm believer that my dreaming doesn’t 
end in deceit, hands on the seat
the remedy
with no question what grounds my compass are these melodies
unquestionably, create or die, how I am, was, and have to be
putting my dent on earth heavy bending space with the gravity

the pen or the bottle?
depends on how hollow
and mood in the moment
the highs and the bottoms
it dont matter how low
I get I dont swallow
the booze, stay not boosting me
tough act to follow

gimme more im a fool ah
sobriety my new party trick
measure liters on the ruler
liver never gon retire 
see me downing but im neutral
this aint finna be the death of me
awake even after moon come
insomnia got me fried up

we dont speak same language i can
recognize that im nobody
if I talk and we end parting ways
then what does that mean for you and 

I 

can’t be detained or deterred, like my people were 
We gotta be heard, lead the herd, I can be the first
Finally I can see through, got the means to shine light on my people
said my tracks hard, they told me run it back like alopecia
takin the crown, whats negus to you? 
to me it means king,
I was ready to rule still baby in belly,
delivering truth, biting bullet bulletproof in the womb
I beg your pardon, big problem is that I was parted to atoms,
Probably saw my matter on the floor to piece my heart together

sticky sticky
they kept blickies on me
in case i was runnin
liberty non existent in my world
they made me a dummy 
if I pull up to the function stuntin 
peeps wont tell me nothing
rather look at me like a freak
than talking makin odd assumptions
lookin at what you did must feel so good so nice
so keep it comin 
funnily i dont give a damn bruh, watch your temper

if you see us goin loco tokin on that kusher herb
rainbox six smoke dont ask us whats in the canister 

we dont speak same language: dialect,
it dont matter you understand
all my emotions and ideas.
stumbled, in my head, in silence.

STUMBLE

Spotify

STUMBLE prod. typhoon

blatancy

hi user

hi everyone this is a meridian type beat I made sped up

you should go donate to their gofundme to recover their hard drive!

www.gofundme.com/f/elliots-computer-recovery-fund

meridian needs your help

new jersey

you told me

Goob took a stroll into the forest on a mid august day, and decided to leave his worries behind for a day

hi user

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