everything about this song is so good. the background vocals in the second time he do the chorus is crazy. mooooooossssssttttt phoooooooooooonnnnnneeee shits so fire.

who tf r u

august

srry pt2

dirt

srry

17 (rix)

200 (santana)

Full Quality

uploaded it 1st

https://www.youtube.com/@wtfimcrying/videos

residential. - remember me (unreleased)

sprawled out on this park bench
bloodshed
take a look at what the note read
lighting darts, but the smoke bled
cherry red
lush trees now they all dead

guarantee they don't know me now
ghast rain on this old town
muddy soot in my background
vexation when the suns down

in the coupe now
imma drown it out
with these subtle sounds
theres nobody around

sprawled out on this park bench
bloodshed
take a look at what the note read
lighting darts, but the smoke bled
cherry red
lush trees now they all dead

how could I have knew
understanding you
would never come to view

she hate me under suns
she love me under moons
wish I could smile too
x2
these shadows in my room
the way the flowers bloom
telling me its June

starlight through the roof
my hands ten and two
what do I pursue?

sunsets over anguish (Irby)

This song was released and later removed from Bryson's SoundCloud

They told me Bryson
You always sit in silence
That shit gonna turn to violence, yuh
In a year
Yeah, so I'll lay by the violets
Right before the sky lit
'Cause finding peace in silence sheds a tear

What could I do better this time?
Four in the morning and I drive
Drinks with my friends in the night
Just hoping for a smile when I arrive
It's gonna happen
Whipping a classic
No automatic bitch
Blowing by traffic
Rolling up magic
Up in a cabin rich
'Cause I'm on my own time
I'm on my own time
Watching the sunrise
Did this shit myself
Left the drugs on the shelf
Louis V on my belt
Living life, no help
Living life without constants

They told me Bryson
You always sit in silence
That shit gonna turn to violence
In a year
I'll make sure the violets
Come before the sky lit
'Cause finding peace in silence sheds a tear

6ryson

residential. - 6ryson (killedmyself)

r.i.p. the old fisherman. we never did get to have a final fishing trip. 

I love you pop

lyrics
if these legs still worked
i'd take you far
to my favorite spot
where the crows could watch
every cast you throw
every stick you catch
every wave you smack
if the wife was sane
maybe i'd take her too
but if i talk right now
they wont come till june
to get me out this chair
so i'll wait for the final trip

srry pt2

residential.

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