Straight from the mouth of a beacon for those with dreams that strived quite unlikely, fingertips clinching the bed while your drops of sweat syncopates with the quick breathes that could be frightening/ One night without seeing others do a quick browse, the remote on the floor right next to what makes the smoke morph like a crooked sprout/ There were the schemes in the noon as my nine to five was only that when it was Sunday’s time, felt the wrath of a six thirty that’s keeping me black and blue like Nightwing/ Please give me some really good glue, there’s a fracture in my mentality where I spot my inability to reach adequacy, a lot strangers I’ve always known come through and gloat but I fear I’m an ad that’s more false than plastic, where it is all in the end after heavy pining
Tantas cosas raras Que mi espalda carga Mañana, no se si exista Presente como una pista Ausente en mi propia mente Obersando una pinche chancla Desayuno viendo el punto muerto Mamá no sabe qué pasa
Sublime. Could loop forever and I’d never get tired of it.
Straight crack 💯🔥
I was forever sold on Diesel when I heard this beat
“Praying Rex get us a super bowl”
Vivement les prochains volumes !peace from france
I like this beat .. I gave it to my team so we can buy it for my new album I’m working on
Respect from Libya king💯
Classic
Fye
Straight from the mouth of a beacon for those with dreams that strived quite unlikely, fingertips clinching the bed while your drops of sweat syncopates with the quick breathes that could be frightening/ One night without seeing others do a quick browse, the remote on the floor right next to what makes the smoke morph like a crooked sprout/ There were the schemes in the noon as my nine to five was only that when it was Sunday’s time, felt the wrath of a six thirty that’s keeping me black and blue like Nightwing/ Please give me some really good glue, there’s a fracture in my mentality where I spot my inability to reach adequacy, a lot strangers I’ve always known come through and gloat but I fear I’m an ad that’s more false than plastic, where it is all in the end after heavy pining
AYO THIS THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST🔥🔥
hahahahahha
🗼🛕🕌🏰🕍🏯⛪🌐
Tantas cosas raras
Que mi espalda carga
Mañana, no se si exista
Presente como una pista
Ausente en mi propia mente
Obersando una pinche chancla
Desayuno viendo el punto muerto
Mamá no sabe qué pasa