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  • @boiyanel
    @boiyanel 4 месяца назад +6

    We back 🤧

  • @mira-tr1jg
    @mira-tr1jg 4 месяца назад +1

    Beautiful!!

  • @isaacrobuck84
    @isaacrobuck84 4 месяца назад +1

    OH YEAH THISTHE ONE

  • @isaacrobuck84
    @isaacrobuck84 4 месяца назад +1

    Hopping on this tonightttt‼️‼️

  • @KAELINN
    @KAELINN 4 месяца назад +1

    times passed and I don’t know how to feel
    times passed and I just don’t feel real
    head up in the clouds, let me take a little second just to process what’s around me
    surrounding me, unfamiliar faces, memories drowning me
    because I’m stuck in a place that once grounded me
    I should hate my past but I feel like I belong
    in the minutes that i’ve lived, I could re-write all my wrongs
    but I know life don’t work like that
    i’ve lost time so burning bridges don’t hurt like that
    deep connections i’ve been ridden of, it hurts so much
    I numb the pain by being busy so I work so much

  • @mira-tr1jg
    @mira-tr1jg 4 месяца назад +4

    also i'm not a bot just to let u know. chile

    • @markmywordsbeats
      @markmywordsbeats  4 месяца назад +3

      Hahaha we know you ain’t a bot, you’re a real one Mira 😤

  • @DakotaFretwell
    @DakotaFretwell 4 месяца назад

    I'm going to the top in weather man's check the sweater feel the letter man sometimes you bet but I sitback & sweat ❤

  • @def1b611
    @def1b611 4 месяца назад

    I’ve been writing in type beats for a couple months now it’s just hard to get anyone to listen… 😮‍💨

  • @KAELINN
    @KAELINN 4 месяца назад

    tell me that I’m crazy
    tell me everything you think, tell me that you made me
    tell me that I’m not one of a kind boy
    you must be blind boy, you must be drifting way behind boy
    as hours pass, I’m racing the grains of sand in the hourglass
    I’m trying to stay awake instead of being chased by the man in my dreams telling me that I don’t got what it takes
    I’ve been up all night, late nights, no time I can lose to the time I consume in these late nights
    it’s the life that I chose and I’m tired but I choose what I do, how I move on these late nights
    it’s a game of survival, I feel like a rival, my thoughts come alive on these late nights
    and you don’t wanna know what I think on these late nights
    it’s kinda scary, although the truth is quite despairing
    I like to fake I feel thing, I like to bury
    I’m then convinced that I’m not bothered, I’m not caring
    I’m in the mirror but I say that I’m not staring
    it’s pretty obvious that I am, I hate the way I am
    I hate the way that ignorance makes me feel less of a man

  • @pmillhooper1
    @pmillhooper1 4 месяца назад

    Based in the fears
    What mama had said to do
    What pop pop forbade was truth
    What was I to know to do
    On my own, whoopty doo
    Missed my boat
    Can't float and cruise
    Wanting more than the daily news
    Shit is getting bad
    Bliss or head in the sand
    Death is the end or live in the past
    What does is really mean to last
    Front runner
    Never been in the back
    Need my name to echo
    Hearts to jump at my hello
    Sweaty Palms at my appearance
    I need that power where they can feel it
    Type of fear that makes em curious