nyc (chinatown)

filled wit regret (heartsodull og stone47)

seeing red (qwerty)

me www.instagram.com/sicksninthlife/
rena www.instagram.com/cantlivewithmyself/

bitch playin in my face wish i didn't care
smoking a wood i feel like a bear
bitch ima ball out rudy gobert
bullets they target his head jus like fallout
aint feel the same in a while now
niggas be lame as fuck why u all punk now?
movin like kraven the bag ima hunt down
hitech splash i wiped out
this bitch hate me said im psyched out

posted in the field wit my troops
foreign jeans on not no trues
hate my self know that its true
pockets all blue like Mordecai
all black on me like raven im fly
decepticon gon fuck up the asphalt
smokin on gas im type boutta take off
im my own man i dont got no big dawg
dont fuck wit no coon like snoop dogg
feel like ima drop out the race real soon
dont feel like talkin to you
dont feel like talkin to you
dont feel like talkin to you
if you not gang bit its fuck ya
im tryna come back swinging like nunchuck
ysl jeans came wit some rips in em
momma said im too throwed i need some new denim
big heart in her with some scars in it
want a double r wraith with the stars in it

bitch playin in my face wish i didn't care
smoking a wood i feel like a bear
bitch ima ball out rudy gobert
bullets they target his head jus like fallout
aint feel the same in a while now
niggas be lame as fuck why u all punk now?
movin like kraven the bag ima hunt down
codeine wave bitch i wiped out
this bit hate me said im psyched out
this bit hate me said im psyched out
this bit hate me said im-

psyched out :: (rena)

mors mei prioris 

nineteen years of life, you have always been with me. 
I denied you more than the grain of sands in the world, 
yet you still show me grace and love. 
for that is all I need to be rich in soul. 

Ecclesiastes 1:2-8
“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher; “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.” What profit has a man from all his labor In which he toils under the sun? One generation passes away, and another generation comes; But the earth abides forever. The sun also rises, and the sun goes down, And hastens to the place where it arose. The wind goes toward the south, And turns around to the north; The wind whirls about continually, And comes again on its circuit. All the rivers run into the sea, Yet the sea is not full; To the place from which the rivers come, There they return again. All things are full of labor; Man cannot express it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, Nor the ear filled with hearing.

seeing red (qwerty)

yves

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