art not algorithms

Yours For Life

Trashy State of Mind

RUNAWAY

MERCI BEAUCOUP

Pretty Gay!

MONEY (on my mind)

Batsh*t

Internet Kids

DUMBA$$ MODE

SIR, THIS IS A WENDY’S

am i real? am i here? am i listening?

who said i was mad?

feel something

Vegas Venetian

lyrics:


As the planet cracks it’s last smile
Think about me baby
It’ll be easier to find me in the next
As the runners run their last mile 
Will you be my lady?
Will you hold my hand and fade into the mist?
(How would you get out?)
That shit’s all my fault
Two bare feet on my walk
(How would you get out?)
Who burns the bridge must walk the coals
(How would you get out?)
We’re supposed to grow old
But I knew it’d go south
(How would you get out?)
You said I gave up don’t hear me now

My head, My body, My fault
This ain’t my body no more
Kept saying you were my all
(To) pretend it’s not on me
True to setter
Lift my head up
Tell your new man that your ex still better
Ahaahaa
Ahaahaa yeaheaa
My last letter
I got fed up
We’ll find our way back, when the earth gon shatter
Ahaahaa
Ahaahaa 

(How would you get out?)
As the planet cracks it’s last smile
Think about me baby
It’ll be easier to find me in the next
As the runners run their last mile 
Will you be my lady?
Will you hold my hand and fade into the mist?
(How would you get out?)
(How would you get out?)
(How would you get out?)
(How would you get out?)

My head, My body, My fault
This ain’t my body no more
Kept saying you were my all
(To) pretend it’s not on me

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