Uploaded January 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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feel like somethings wrong when i had no nerve to call
shouting out the empty hallways, they lead to no tomorrow
and fixing up an utterance: a spouting of my drawl
continental from the USA my days were spent n all
crashing out from just realizing: laced with fentanyl
roses daisies i could pick em, im just a queer with no resolve
and im cashing out my days, smoking 8 from sticks thats tall
buildings crumbles under mumbles, taxes now i take a draw
try to put it all on paper but at least im nothing wrought
at least i got my speaking, take my mind and feed it hope
screamed on my phone its personal cantget me wrong
conditioned by my seeking vanity its wiped my dome
cell tower tatted on your back and call it home
love my brother conner, cobain i aint stressed at all
took my hate out my heart, thought that it would grant a zone
and i love the world forever leaving this is like a home
hope to fly away with brothers we can do at once
love my brother conner, cobain i aint stressed at all
took my hate out my heart, thought that it would grant a zone
and i love the world forever leaving this is like a home