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Yaughdeady on Medium, Anchor, SoundCloud, YouTube, Instagram, Reddit, TikTok and Twitter
(BEATS BY iNSTA: andywaterfalls)
I need a reason
not to commit treason
no choice in my being
no thanks ill be leaving
ending this evening
leave the barrel steaming
leave my family grieving
leave my lungs no breathing
leave my heart no beating
Life's short mines fleeting
quick abort i'm retreating
last resort how intriguing
one way ticket redeeming
no way its the same feeling
day to day am i dreaming
i cant stop critiquing
in my top i'm freaking
life's a flop i'm weaken
i cant beat this weekend
soon ill be conceding
guess i reached my ceiling
boy was i caught sleeping
easy onslaught weakling
i thought id be cheesing
no stunts i'm screeching
cold front i'm freezing
smoke blunts i'm wheezing
my souls not easing
no controls bowl filled with holes
feeling dark you call me charcoal
i embark miss the mark
fail before i even start
gotta please my monarch
cool the steeze play my part
think i'm clever i'm not that smart
must be broken hit restart
stay indoors and throw my dart
make this garbage i call art
i'm an artist i miss the target
tiny harvest now i'm starving
cant afford another garden
now i'm wilted and discarded
a wasted breath i beg my pardon
take me death i tried my hardest
in my stead i leave a carcass
no more energy left to harness
in my space there's only darkness
now i go
Yaughdeady on Medium, Anchor, SoundCloud, YouTube, Instagram, Reddit, TikTok and Twitter
(BEATS BY iNSTA: andywaterfalls)
I need a reason
not to commit treason
no choice in my being
no thanks ill be leaving
ending this evening
leave the barrel steaming
leave my family grieving
leave my lungs no breathing
leave my heart no beating
Life's short mines fleeting
quick abort i'm retreating
last resort how intriguing
one way ticket redeeming
no way its the same feeling
day to day am i dreaming
i cant stop critiquing
in my top i'm freaking
life's a flop i'm weaken
i cant beat this weekend
soon ill be conceding
guess i reached my ceiling
boy was i caught sleeping
easy onslaught weakling
i thought id be cheesing
no stunts i'm screeching
cold front i'm freezing
smoke blunts i'm wheezing
my souls not easing
no controls bowl filled with holes
feeling dark you call me charcoal
i embark miss the mark
fail before i even start
gotta please my monarch
cool the steeze play my part
think i'm clever i'm not that smart
must be broken hit restart
stay indoors and throw my dart
make this garbage i call art
i'm an artist i miss the target
tiny harvest now i'm starving
cant afford another garden
now i'm wilted and discarded
a wasted breath i beg my pardon
take me death i tried my hardest
in my stead i leave a carcass
no more energy left to harness
in my space there's only darkness
now i go