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Cryptidkid is a mysterious musical artist known for their unique and experimental sound. Their music blends elements of various genres, incorporating lush melodies, intricate rhythms, and haunting vocals. Cryptidkid often explores themes of the unknown and otherworldly, creating an atmospheric and ethereal listening experience. more »

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Call me Spot, hurt a lot
Give her top, make it pop
Like its knotted
Target like I'm spotted
She sit in my cockpit
Love me like a locket
Now I can't stop talking
It gon make me vomit

Nonsense
No sense in trying with loose ends
Now we're just past tense
Nameless
Face becoming faceless
Traces
Of the past me
It don't make sense
Thoughts are getting heinous

What the f*ck is going on
I'm fuckin up like every song
Resentment the bug in me
Feel the legs they probably
In my head, I feel them free
Spiders in my hair
Centipede in my ear
Now they going everywhere

Larva in my gut
Rotting they'll just say I'm fucked
Hey wassup
I'm the moth that's in your throat

You try to speak the words that mean the most
But you wont
She will never know
Cuz you so
Scared of ruining that thing she got going

Overflowing
With emotion
Become stoic
Or a poet
Writing rhymes
That marry moments
Wheres the power
Feeling hopeless
Read my caliber
Fear my omen
I'm just sewing
Thing called life
A perfect story
In my head
It's not important

Not important?
It's my life story never told and
I deserve some recognition
For things that I got going
I'm a hero, not a villain
I'm not kidding, I'm just hopping
You will listen to my message
Don't forget it, I am faceless

Call me Spot, hurt a lot
Give her top, make it pop
Like its knotted
Target like I'm spotted
She sit in my cockpit
Love me like a locket
Now I can't stop talking
It gon make me vomit

Nonsense
No sense in trying with loose ends
Now we're just past tense
Nameless
Face becoming faceless
Traces
Of the past me
It don't make sense
Thoughts are getting heinous

Wait, I'm not done

I got all these people who around me
Telling me
You gon' blow up
In a day I'll make their salary

I'll be like a shallow gallery
Nobody
Understand me
I just want to wake up happy

Too much to consider
Migraine in my brain
Losing sense of self
Don't want clout I just want fame

My face doesn't matter
Just remember the name
Cryptid in the house
And I'm going insane

Love is all the same from the outside
Scars on your heart now you wanna drink
Cyanide

Empty promises make strong ties
Lost control so hold on tight

In a day I'll make their salary
Those are the words of a wannabe
Time to take action
Grab your sword and slash it

They is just a has-been
Empty like a silhouette
They called me a loser
Make a fucker pirouette

Call me Spot, hurt a lot
Give her top, make it pop
Like its knotted
Target like I'm spotted
She sit in my cockpit
Love me like a locket
Now I can't stop talking
It gon make me vomit

Nonsense
No sense in trying with loose ends
Now we're just past tense
Nameless
Face becoming faceless
Traces
Of the past me
It don't make sense
Thoughts are getting heinous

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