Marcus Thwin - 22/06/2022

a funk you can't dance out of? howdy's handling it just fine!

Hi guys high school music club has a lot of Fun!

@lloyddf / @leafiamusic

Prod @9cg

Shadows dance behind my eyes
Off a ritalin im only telling white lies
If you're with me you should find time
If i won whats the catch in this damned life
If its fun whats the deal if i feel nice
If its one make it two and ill do it thrice 
If its rich, what you said, watered down ice
And im dumb til im dead, and i dont mind

Put a knife to my throat but i dont mind
Split my skull open on the pavement
Driving by, Shouting at us get a damn life 
Dont care if im living or im dying cause ill make it

Its a swing and a miss but I'll take it
Baseball bat shorty on the a list
Twin said i look hard so she taped it
But it turned out shit so i break it

Mecha angel    For the people
But i saw her face now im evil
Catch me hanging by a Thread on a needle
Catch me hanging by my coat on the steeple

I know I can't stop seeing red lights
In the night take your feelings til theyre all mine

Blue lights pass by in the night time
my pastime was Lying bout my things that i dont mind
Clear mind of crocodile tears in your snake eyes
Now it's blue, blue, blue, til im colourblind

And its through, through, through, to the otherside
Fucked up once, I wont do that shit another time

Ho im in the club and its too much
Get me the fuck out this club cause its too much
Watch me Trip and fall, Call me names while i lose blood
Last time i saw you it was true love
So the next time i see you you might get cut

Mecha angel

te siento acá quizás estoy loca pero te siento acá
te siento acá quizás estoy loca pero te siento acá
mi cabeza va a estallar
te siento acá ya no soy real y no paro de actuar

algo necesito aunque quieran verme mal
no lo necesito
lo necesito, alguien que me pueda atrapar

saldré un poco tarde
que sepas que no fue mi culpa esta vez
saldré un poco tarde
es que entremedio pasó algo importante
tendrás que esperarme a veces solo pasa que no puedo levantarme
saldré un poco tarde, tendrás que esperarne

y perdón si te tuve viendo el celular
si te dije que cambié fue false alarm
yo deseo que me sepas consolar

lesiva

big heaping spoon of That Thing.

yeah sure

brain groffon stared into the cold, bitter diner coffee like it held some secret truth. “jesus doesn’t return my calls anymore,” he muttered. the man raised an eyebrow but said nothing, pulling his plate away from stuey, who had just reached for another fry.

“we need a win,” brain said, staring past the flickering fluorescent lights. “a real one. not this ‘scam a guy for a pancake’ life. i want respect. i want...reviews. new york times bestseller lists. maybe a netflix adaptation.”

“maybe you should finish a book first,” stuey muttered through a mouthful of stolen toast.

brain didn’t even bother responding. instead, he reached into his satchel and pulled out a worn leather notebook. “this,” he said, slapping it down dramatically, “is chapter one of god hates dogs — a tragicomic exploration of mortality, love, and bacon.”

stuey blinked. “so basically your autobiography?”

“it’s called fiction, stewart.”

before stuey could retort, a waitress approached. she looked tired. like existentially tired. “you guys gonna order something or just steal caffeine and fries?”

brain sat up straighter. “actually, ma’am, would you like to be immortalized in literature? i’m crafting a character loosely based on—”

“you’re not that guy,” she said, deadpan. “order or leave.”

stuey grinned. “we’ll take one slice of optimism and a side of forgiveness.”

she walked away.

brain leaned back, sighing. “you know, for a second, i really thought tonight would be different.”

stuey sipped from the coffee again. “it was. we didn’t get arrested.”

“yet.”

they sat in silence, the neon humming above them, the diner clock ticking past 3 a.m. outside, rain started to fall, soft and quiet. brain tapped his pen to the notebook, opened it, and began to write. maybe the story wasn’t over after all.

HIGH!HIGH!HOPES!

@taylor

ik im messin up
know im fuckin up
but ill do it again
do it again
(again)
take another hit,.baby, take another shot
only time im feelin is when im feelin lost
if im im goin up into the sky like what's the loss? 
(jk not really)
only time i tell the truth is when i fuckin coughhhhh

take or break, make or miss
i wont take your heart tho
i dont wanna fake at all
i dont wanna fight no
i dont wanna see yo face
t-tell me what you want tho
i dont wanna fight yeah
i dont wanna fight noooo

i-i gotta let you
let you go ah!
gotta let you go

ik im messin up
know im fuckin up
but ill do it again
do it again
(again)

take or break, make or miss
i wont take your heart tho
i dont wanna fake at all
i dont wanna fight no
i dont wanna see yo face
t-tell me what you want tho
i dont wanna fight yeah
i dont wanna fight noooo x2

floatin (taylor morgan)

You know? I was going to say something poetic, but... I think the title says it all.

Bounty Rhythm

Bouncy Rhythm

hello this is user. user is legendary. please enjoy the songs.

WE ARE USER

yeah sure

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