Sink your ship like I’m in copium 🔥wait wrong song

produced by saintmike
mix & mastered by @markuwho

earphones in kicking cans up and down the street i ran away from home now my mama try and catch me 

ran away from home i don’t have a home my mama wanna end me early i don’t wanna go 
i want some room to grow into a man why my life gotta end from my mamas hands 

my mama is a cold person to know being hers just wasn’t enough in her heart there’s no room to love 

now i’m left alone thinking that i screwed up i could do whatever and she’d still choose drugs 

you couldn’t love your son couldn’t give him a hug my daddy took me in it’s a long way to go a long way to grow into a man 

why’d my arms grow unfamiliar hands people say i look just like my mama makes me sad growing up i wanted to be my uncle or my dad 

now i’m 21 and i’m not even brad a car went through her house i had to sit back and laugh man it’s ironic because i used to watch you crash 

needle in your arm now i got a lil fear a mouth full of pills and you’d wash it down with beer 

looking at my ugly body see a scar i’m lucky that it’s covered up by my stretch marks i gotta lose the weight so i look less like you 

sick of looking in the mirror makes me wanna puke always gotta win know what it’s like to lose 

always wondered what it was like to have my mum hold ya 2012 christmas you took that xbox controller 

you hit dad on the head with it and he slumped over hit him hit him hit him and the cops came over 

but they took him away it wasn’t fair i told em that mummy hit daddy on the head you took a shot of turkey and you said i wish i was dead 

i don’t have a healthy way to cope you smashed my childhood into the floor wandering around like i’m lost 

now i’m left alone thinking that i screwed up i could do whatever and she’d still choose drugs 

you couldn’t love your son couldn’t give him a hug my daddy took me in it’s a long way to go a long way to grow into a man 

who watched his childhood crumble through your hands like sand i try to wear a smile but i’m always so sad 

i wish that i was strong and tough like my dad i ain’t have no mama but i really love my dad 

my life nearly ended from my mamas hands my life is doing better because of my fathers hands

my mamas hands

brrr [pk + sabrr]

sample from 13 angels standing guard ‘round the side of your bed

experimental #ambient #trap #shittttt prod big woggy

we are not da same bru stop stealing my swag lmfaoo T.T

i js c4nt

Lyrics posted soon way to many of them 

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prince w ivyend (prod.noevd)

ina white tee, baggy jeans, 4 hoes on me :p

white lies

NO MORE ++

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pills keep on hurting me, you dont see nothing
memories keep fading, its gotta mean something 
my hearts in the ashtray, cause i keep on smoking
dead in a few weeks, well that's what im hoping

that's what im hoping, that's what im hoping
that's what im hoping, that's what im hoping
that's what im hoping, that's what im hoping

lines on a tuesday, you hate me everyway 
so ill end it quickly, on periscope live 
so make up your mind, im running out of time 

running out of time (that's what i'm hoping)
im running out of time (that's what i'm hoping)
im running out of time (that's what i'm hoping)
im running out of time (that's what i'm hoping)
i'm running out of time (that's what i'm hoping)
make up your mind, im running out of time

theres poison in the well

[diacetyl]

can’t find light at all i’m burnt out 
there’s darkness consuming 
my house and all my friends 
and the voices i hear 
i’ve lost count 
pressure will fuel all the doubts 
oh again 

throw my pieces in the water 
fear my fate will leave me slaughtered 
leave my body drawn and quartered 
let me sink in bricks and mortar 

hang me up 
dry me out 
lay me down 
if i’m found 
hope i’m drowned
fingers crossed 
i’m not found
hope i’m drowned

[marku]

running from my problems like they put a gun to my back

i know our bridges breaking like a train off the tracks

cause I'm holding on, but I'm losing grip,
it's like every little thing could make me flip.
like the rasp in my throat when i'm trying to sing
or the pain in my neck when i'm tryna sleep

i couldn't explain the weight that i carry
my sternum is split from the pain that i bury
within it, the sick shit i push to the side
can't react anymore guess i've tarnished my mind

pass (pass)
the blame
i can't, 
find the flame (the flame)

burntout ft. marku (prod. sorrowbringer)

j*sus prod. deadinparis

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