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ame (雨) feat. lovemark

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are you crying?
ok
not my fault

lyrics:

intro:
uh, yeah yeah

verse:
I’m falling down like the rain
 Tapping on window panes
 Hoping you’ll give me chances yeah 

The clouds of me on your days 
Though it hurts for me to say 
I hope you sleep under better circumstances yeah 

You can’t advance it yeah 
Sunshine it won’t dance with ya 

So roll your plans right up 
The rain’s advanced enough

 Just rest and take advantage of love

pre-chorus:
 Itsumo no ame ga toori 
Sugite yuku atataka 
Na hizashi ga sashi 
Ko uhn de kuru

chorus:
 Fura fura fura fura nige ko uhn de kuru 
Kokoro no uneri ni nomi
 Komaresou de

Fura fura fura fura nige ko uhn de kuru 
Kokoro no uneri ni nomi
 Komaresou de

verse 2:
 I’m sorry baby i know I’ve gotten lazy
 You know you’re my fucking baby
 You know that you’re my one and only
 I wish you’d come back to me 

That’s why I’m tapping like the rain 
On your broken window pane
 And I hope that in your brain 
There’s a place for me to stay
 And i hope that in your heart 
You’ll let me in once again 

But I know I did some wrong 
And I know I hurt you bad 
But I hope that when it storms 
You’ll think of me and be glad

chorus:
 Fura fura fura fura nige ko uhn de kuru 
Kokoro no uneri ni nomi
 Komaresou de

Fura fura fura fura nige ko uhn de kuru 
Kokoro no uneri ni nomi
 Komaresou de

ame (雨) feat. lovemark

_Producer_
Prod. Why Loner
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_Lyrics_

Forgotten Youth.

I wasted my life on 
The good things i couldn't give
I sometimes think
When theres life again
I wasted my life on 
The good things i couldn't give
I sometimes think
When theres life again

But baby do love me
These pills suppress my missings
Your love just kissed my wishings
I cant get you out of my head
Out of my head
but i know how you feeling 
I know how you want it
Im there
Im there

I sometimes think
When theres life again
But baby do love me
These pills suppress my missings
Your love just kissed my wishings
I cant get you out of my head
Out of my head

I wasted my life on 
The good things i couldn't give
I sometimes think
When theres life again

Supress (prod. Why Loner)

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Ass on asphalt. Kick and I kip-up. 
Flick some schmutz off and we’re fair dinkum. 
That fellowship sailed when you followed that 
bread crumb trail to its cauldron. 
Instead, I shook a doddleoddle maudlin. 
That’s a white girl problem. 
He chase tail like a dog. No discipline. 
I’ll sit you down and spritz if you’re not listenin’. 
Happy place your heart out. 
The art carve out your innocence. 
Housewarming for your new prosthetic soul. 
Now let the devilry envelop you whole. 
That’s not real. This is. 
Too grown to piss contest realnesses. 
They’re poisoning the crops. 
Hip hop’s tertiary tops. 
Don’t tell me there’s no theme between these blots. 
I’m a hawk for that crock. Declaw me if I’m not. 
She sells me herself like a cheap whore. 
Luckily, my apathy’s like Eeyore’s. 
Brick wall swept the ATP tour. 
Aviation squeeze to the fore. 
Sneak preview o’ the sweets in store. 
Mullin’ over the myriad o’ paths I could pave. Perks of the range. 
Verses on stage ain’t the sole place to make purposeful change. 
Tentacular reach. Janitor keys to all hallways. 
The mic stays hot and the webcam is on always. 
Grad of the Borgnine school o’ longevity. 
Aim for accessible 
but inevitably steer ultra eventually. 
Can’t help but be. 
Pocket. Drummers acknowledge. 
Scent so pungent, thought he was removin’ nail polish. 
Fail-o-holic. 
Phase shift and to shift faith, it’s think fast. 
Shop till you drop an income class. Bango. 
King o’ this offbeat shit. Your flow is all me. 
Get skippy in your music and that’s a usage fee. 
Monkey do monkey see. 
Babydoll, if you get As this fall, might 
let you taste my... Rohypnol. 
Bridge burn extraordinaire. 
Scorched with his Jordan Airs. 
Brute force a moot point. 
The nouveau Robespierre. 
Ya lost me at profit-driven. 
Olive branch bearer, but if it’s competition, 
I will smoke fools. Only you can prevent it. 
Master’s back with amendments. 
Temptation’s outside the paleo regimen. 
Side effects include unlocking biopoetic abiogenesis. 
Woosh. All my scholars know the goal is woosh. 
If you know, you know. And if you don’t, shush. 
My pleasure. Me and these suits had our ties severed. 
Nowhere near newborn, more u to the third trimester. 
In a vat, just stewin’.
Bagged an ACA dancer chick Bruin. 
Saw me move and asked me how I do it. 
Wouldn’t be the first under my tutelage. 
Join the literal club. 
Sisterhood o’ the permanent shrug.
Nerdcore’s 42 Dugg.
I dove in Sorah Yang like a Soryu sub. Closed casket. 
Till I meet my Onassis, I’m livin’ easy feedin’ old habits. 
You’ve been squandering chances all week. 
It’s as bleak as watching a blonde think. 
And we’re walking. 

People tell me I’m underrated. I’m like rate me. 
Can’t wait ‘til you make it. Fuckin’ make me. 
Only share it if you wanna piss of your parents. 
Only spread it if you’re ready to end some friendships. 
I could’ve done 500 miles 500 times and blew up. 
Instead, I grew up. 
Lo-fi is a teenage game. 
I wrote that song when I was nineteen years old. 
People change. 

Radical honesty to a fault. 
Would you prefer a brain beating or bodily assault? 
That’s what I thought. 
Difference ‘tween edgy and actual edge. 
I touched him, I smelt blood. 
He touched me, he actually bled. 
Tsk tsk. That brisk frisk ain't risk assessment. 
Real introspection spits venom. 
It ain't hurtin, it ain't workin'. 
Let it. 
Penetrate flesh. Facilitate death. 
Only then, by definition, can you resurrect. 

I sing till it stings. 
New nerdcash. Amped as ever. 
I could skywrite that shit in Agent Orange letters
and y'all still wouldn't remember.

y'all forget [prod. by dexter hamlin]

been doin this for a minute and still havent lost any of my love for it
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