Have I been lost or found? While looking down Life started looking up. My eyes ablaze had met the gaze of days and nights that didn't suck. What is the fuck? Where'd they go, They must be stuck, Where no one knows. And outta luck, Chances are they're dead as fuck, They must be somewhere else just losing health... I hope they've got enough. Outta me, myself and I Who survived? How can I be sure that I'm alive? I've noticed parts of me are missing And I've started acting different ever since I got some distance from my mind. But while the clock might be ticking to get them back, My talking watch just ordered chicken, A winners snack.
lost and found addiction now my life upside down, won't catch me bitchin, been alone doin' shit my elders won't condone, no business bein' on my phone, busy starin at 4 walls leavin no unturned stone, delvin in all my, regret, catch me alone stready trippin cause I'm stressed, no vent but chemical substances, wish I was never like this, all it took is one step, caught in the cross roads, rope around my neck, can't keep my mind from darkness, cause I've let myself stay heartless, numb to it all, through the quicksand I crawl
At some point, I couldn't tell the forest from the tree's; I think I lost myself. With no idea as to what deforestation would cost myself. You see, slowly you begin to fall in love with the oxygen those tree's provide. The shelter you seek becomes a need to hide, and that over time you can justify and redefine, until such a time there's no more reason why... By then you've turned green like the leaves and vines. Deeply rooted to the point you can't see the sky. Hoping someone comes along that could free your mind. But those that do come, well, they're in search of gardens. You're in search of pardons. It's a case of the battle weary vs the battle hardened. So they end up leaving at the first sign of your bombardment. Bunch of "bitches", "bastards". They're all such "vicious", "heartless", "malicious" asses. How could they leave you discarded? disregarded? In this regard it's like the tree's have grown, your vision darkens. Your craving for a little light turns into a need for arson, and you hate that those who come into your wake aren't flame retardant. Yeah, food for thoughts' nice, but can't feed the starving, So any advice dies, dearly departed. The rest laugh, watching you soe seeds when it seems the hardest, but happy to come back around when it's time to reap the harvest.
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Beautiful melodies from Kyrigo, then I made the drums on this one from scratch using live sounds. Had a BLAST doing it. HOPE YOU ENJOY
insane duo
So beautifully composed and arranged, both y’all nailed this. Insane melody and mood
appreciate you a TON
Angelic guitar tones omgggg drums are crazy too it's a 10
The reverb though 😩
ABUSED IT ON THIS ONE
second half is WILD. stick around
lovely vibe. super unique.
thanks brother
This a hit! 🔥
my g ! thank you
yeaaaah that's mk.gee
LETS GO!
OOOOOO 😮
:)
Always a pleasure my good sir 🤝
ALWAYS BROTHER ALWAYS
Amazing!
thank you
Holy cow
viberino 🔥
BROTHER !
Have I been lost or found?
While looking down
Life started looking up.
My eyes ablaze had met the gaze of days and nights that didn't suck.
What is the fuck?
Where'd they go,
They must be stuck,
Where no one knows.
And outta luck,
Chances are they're dead as fuck,
They must be somewhere else just losing health...
I hope they've got enough.
Outta me, myself and I
Who survived?
How can I be sure that I'm alive?
I've noticed parts of me are missing
And I've started acting different ever since I got some distance from my mind.
But while the clock might be ticking to get them back,
My talking watch just ordered chicken,
A winners snack.
Can words even.. 🌊… 🫠.… 🪐
:)
🔥🔥🔥
my guy!! thank u
lost and found addiction now my life upside down,
won't catch me bitchin,
been alone doin' shit my elders won't condone,
no business bein' on my phone,
busy starin at 4 walls leavin no unturned stone,
delvin in all my,
regret,
catch me alone stready trippin cause I'm stressed,
no vent but chemical substances,
wish I was never like this,
all it took is one step,
caught in the cross roads,
rope around my neck,
can't keep my mind from darkness,
cause I've let myself stay heartless,
numb to it all,
through the quicksand I crawl
🤩🤩🤩
At some point, I couldn't tell the forest from the tree's;
I think I lost myself.
With no idea as to what deforestation would cost myself.
You see, slowly you begin to fall in love with the oxygen those tree's provide.
The shelter you seek becomes a need to hide,
and that over time you can justify and redefine,
until such a time there's no more reason why...
By then you've turned green like the leaves and vines.
Deeply rooted to the point you can't see the sky.
Hoping someone comes along that could free your mind.
But those that do come, well, they're in search of gardens.
You're in search of pardons.
It's a case of the battle weary vs the battle hardened.
So they end up leaving at the first sign of your bombardment.
Bunch of "bitches", "bastards". They're all such "vicious", "heartless", "malicious" asses.
How could they leave you discarded? disregarded?
In this regard it's like the tree's have grown, your vision darkens.
Your craving for a little light turns into a need for arson,
and you hate that those who come into your wake aren't flame retardant.
Yeah, food for thoughts' nice, but can't feed the starving,
So any advice dies, dearly departed.
The rest laugh, watching you soe seeds when it seems the hardest,
but happy to come back around when it's time to reap the harvest.
Are you playing the guitar in this??
kyrigo is :)
eery cuándo vuelven los Beats de mac miller, no lo dejes
they always come back! i just make a lot of stuff