Lyrics:

getting chilly out in New York 
but the food here good enough to die for 
hope them pearly gates worth enough to die for 
momma saying that I should live my life more 

Jordy just got the report
said the numbers down said they just a lil short 
so we grind it out in my bag on new courts 
I like you girl but I got no remorse 

ICE around our necks 
like we hopping the border 
ATLAS round the world 
no weight on the shoulder 
only 21 but no time to get older 
we ain’t got time to get older 

I’m in love with commas babe 
nothing personal 
miss me with your drama babe 
it looks pitiful 
take you to nirvana babe 
if you play your cards right 
we gon be up all night 
dark knight  

Bruce Wayne huh 
new paint
on the new whip 
I’m on new shit 

speeding round the blocks 
till sun up in the morning 
won’t stop for an op
cops are just a lil warning 

back streets huh 
retreats  
Jamaica 
with tequila 

might meet with Tyler 
spend the summer in Geneva  
or might get lost
shots in the back of the beamer 

ICE around our necks 
like we hopping the border 
ATLAS round the world 
no weight on the shoulder 
only 21 but no time to get older 
we ain’t got time to get older 

I’m in love with commas babe 
nothing personal 
miss me with your drama babe 
it looks pitiful 
take you to nirvana babe 
if you play your cards right 
we gon be up all night 
dark knight

ATLAS

I spend your birthday alone
take a drive all by myself 
I want to anywhere but home
burn the pictures on my shelf 
let the flames mourn that which is gone 
all my friends call me selfish 
can’t even have the radio on 
cause if our song comes on 
comes on 
you come back 
back through the door 
we share a laugh 
till it’s both on the floor 
your eyes hit my mine and I want more 
more of what I spent a year to ignore 
I want us back 
you back in my bed 
you own all the thoughts in my head
and just for a day 
it might be a dream 
but in that it still seems ￼
like I’m still yours 

that’s why I hate the 25th 
i beg for a shift 
for a reason to get me to quit I admit 
that I miss you 
and diss you 
whenever your name leaves my lips 
cause it’s easier to bitch than to ever get over it 
feel the smoke in my lungs 
taste your mint flavored spit 
share a kiss with a stranger until
you come back 
back through the door 
we share a laugh 
till it’s both on the floor 
your eyes hit my mine and I want more 
more of what I spent a year to ignore 
I want us back 
you back in my bed 
you own all the thoughts in my head
just for a day 
it might be a dream 
but in that it still seems ￼
like I’m still yours 

like I’m still yours 

you come back 
back through my phone
I hear your laugh 
oh I should’ve known
it’s time to move on 
stop bitching you’re grown
how could I ever live life on my own? 
I want us back 
oh I’m seeing red
is it the liquor or do I need meds?
just for a day you’re with me again 
and until the end
I’m still

I spend ur birthday alone

Lyrics: 

keep on chasing losses
been this way since April 
met with cold December 
she tied my throat up with her cables 
mother says I've lost it 
guess that’s far from fable 
every limb dismembered just to act like I’m still stable 

and could you love this body 
that’s all covered up in wounds? 
I look right in the fucking mirror 
see a cancer that’s stage two 
I cancelled on my doctor 
hoping I’d get well soon 
like hallmark cards could make me immune 

cry my eyes out on my birthday 
bout how I’m down like sumn round 4k 
a bed of rocks when I lay down in this room 

babe I’ll blame it on you 
cause I’m allergic to truth 
is the snot from tears or denial? 
put a hundred on field 
cause I been needing to feel 
something more than just suicidal 
put the rent on the Mets 
sing a fucking duet 
with that one red guy from the Bible 
cause the plan in my head 
is I’ll roll out of bed one day like I didn’t spiral 

swear I’m fine 
I swear I’m fine 
I’m still alive 
like I won’t die 
it’s just a car 
it’s just a drive 
I go too far 
you’re always right 
cause hindsight’s always 2020 
cause all you see is the fucking money 
like all the rocks on your nightstand pay the rent 

and it’s December tenth 
another year where I rot in bed a little closer to death 
still don’t know what to be yet 
don’t know if I can forget all that you said 
like 1000 hours go away with one deep breath 
a baseless threat 
but trust one day I’ll make you regret 
that you 

couldn’t love a body 
that’s all covered up in wounds 
took a break to 305 
and 505 lost its groove 
said we were forever 
hit the under half through June 
mom said never gamble on being groom 

so maybe I’ll fuck this up 
so maybe I’ll fuck this up 
so maybe I’ll fuck this up 

BITCH I’LL 
KEEP ON CHASING LOSSES
GO ON, BLAME MY DNA 
LIKE THERE WASN’T ALREADY 20 DIFFERENT MENTAL ISSUES IN MY BRAIN 
LIFE STOPPED BY TO FUCK ME 
GOD CAN RUN HIS RIGHTEOUS TRAIN 
TILL THE DAY IM DEAD KEEP ON CALLING ME INSANE 
CAUSE YEAH IM FUCKING WOUNDED 
ARE YOU STUPID? ITS ON MY FACE 
ILL KEEP PICKING UP THE PIECES TILL I LOSE TO THIS DECAY AND ILL TELL THE DOC ITS NOTHING 
TILL THE TUMORS TAKE THE GREY 
ILL LIVE IN SPITE OF YOU ILL THE DAY THAT YOU’RE ERASED cause it’d be such a waste 

to end on an L

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