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von Chesle

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Now days its hard to look inside my eyes
Broken promises only thing that reside
But I promise Imma be alright
Miss the days of getting high when I was 17
Conversations where money was never everything
It′s kinda crazy how the time will fly
Tell me did my friends turn to ghosts they told me it was all love
Traveling down a oneway road, interstate growing up

Give me a reason to pop off
Momma always asks how's my little pop star
Getting lost in the back of my thoughts I′ve been sinking low and low and low and low and low
Always a reason to feel dead
Maybe its the drugs or I'm trapped in my head
I would slide but I can't leave bed
I hope that you know you know you know you know you know


I′m bad at conversating
I over complicate it
My trauma, brings drama, and plus I′m always angry
My karma's, in commas, but who was counting baby
I wonder who was counting baby
Tell me did my friends turn to ghosts they told me it was all love
Traveling down a oneway road, interstate growing up

Give me a reason to pop off
Momma always asks how′s my little pop star
Getting lost in the back of my thoughts I've been sinking low and low and low and low and low
Always a reason to feel dead
Maybe its the drugs or I′m trapped in my head
I would slide but I can't leave bed
I hope that you know you know you know you know you know

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