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to dust
Growing colder by the month
Crow, I'll never see the sun
Low and behold, shit
Nother dose of the wrong, hit
I'll be gone, no phone in
Missing woe

think
RIP to Lil Peep, I might dye might hair pink
Twenty One Pilots, I'll drown in the sink
I got ice on my wrist like I'm running a rink
Barely skate by

a vacuum so I sing it to the wall

Yeah echoes down the hall
Six months later I'm recording this verse
But it's just a few seconds in the headphones
It's

see 
Another nosebleed is our life 
Our love together is like a knife
Sliced in half by the slice 
2 for 1 deal like its nice 
You take it once and you

sumn’ 
Ima need a couple million then some 
Ima sign those checks til the pen done 
Better know by now that the pen dumb

Ridin in the whip got 4/5 in it

f**ckin @ me
You know I'm a daddy bih

No one does more than Clef 
Produce rap sing direct 
Mix and master your shit for ya
Write like half of your shit fir

Yall niggas up under average
My niggas travel the atlas
Chaperoned by the baddest
I stand on my square going up, elevator
My steps are made automatic,

under pressure
No wonder 10 percent had depression
Learning for life not like a school lesson
Half of humanity hates their profession
Still we have

do just to make a name
Never knew what it was like

Blinded by perfection had me losing all my sight
Feeling like a superstar but only for tonight
It

got planes
And trains and cars
I'd walk to you if i had no other way
Baby i can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never

how you move
Diggin' the quarter to the half, fill my hands when it's full
About time I start acting like I know know know
All praise the unusual.
Niel

died yesterday
He died yesterday
Sing it baby
Let's Get Loud Let's Get Loud Let's Get Loud
Call me Tyson El Dominicano by the way
Hit the crowd hit

her panties
But don't you f**king at me
You know I'm a daddy b**ch

No one does more than Clef
Rap, produce, sing, direct
Mix and master the shit for ya

ill
They tried to break me
I tried to give in
My heart resisted
A machine can sing
Coz truth isn't beauty
Truth is what is
No coming back from the abyss

Hi Chris, its Stanley and Sam's mom, you know on Upper Valley
Hey Chris, I miss you stop by when you come to Cleveland
I hope all is well
How's your

kept you by my side
Never heard the doves sing, but I heard the wolves cry
Tauntin with your phone screen, thinkin that you made me cry
Thinkin you could

transporting that dope
Only hope is to make it back
Half hundred bands
I took a loss
I'm tryna make it back
I never quit
Gave up
Or gave in
No hand outs
Just ten

over here girl tonight
So I Can get my Rob Ray own with you
Get a couple drinks
Sing a few songs and
Karaoke spot cuz my voice turns you on
Hop in my

got the bands I thought you knew about it
I can't keep ties up wit no hoe that's how I feel about them
I took the half and make a scene lets make

player, note pad to write upon
Half of the lyrics to this song were typed on one
A time tracking app if you've got billable hours
Farmville to the rescue

and there's something wrong about it
No use trying to sing a song about it
Or getting filled up with hate
That losing you was my fate
'Cos life has to go

Who's that cat always sitting in back
As the rest of the band
Stands? The building is packed
Catch a glimpse once they kill it back
By the back bar

you
You, you, only you

The people, they all pass me by
Makes me wonder sometimes, why I even try
No one gives a damn
They don't see who I am
And I'm

Woke up 25
Feeling half alive
I don't know why
The dishes ain't done
Do em one by one
And clean that conscious gone
And figure out what we knew all