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Crystals

[Verse 1: DEATH+]
Omen
Oh, it ain't nothing, I'm just like this
Ski mask on my face when I come sliding
To the jit in the cut with the bass riding
Turn down this beat as I listen to the tide
On love like the blunt smoke
Cop like the wood smoke
Smoke up all my drugs that I’m lighting another
Every night I'm in the jungle
I'm cold in the summer
In flames in the winter
Getting high with my brother Lil Peep
Getting high with me
Smoke weed, relax, and sit quietly
I smoke silently as I watch the smoke
I put it into my mouth, send it down to my throat
And I choke
But the blade is my killer
To slay is my mission
My blade with the crystal
The gifts to this game is a mystery
Give it to me and I'll surely make history
Sippin' this lean like I'm drinking the code' in me
They wanna [?] back but they cold in me, mentally
Thrax is pain
I got thrax in my pants
And I'm smokin' until I get damage
Fuck what the question is
Bitch, I'm the answer
Fuck what the cure is
Bitch, I am the cancer
Fuck all the purists
'Cause, I can't be managed
Fuck all the humans, I live in the sand, bitch
Fuck with the prophet the problems get handled, ho
Lo-fi
 
[Verse 2: Lil Peep]
I put my heart in this shit
I ripped the heart out the goat
Pull the blade out my coat
Cut your throat to the bone
On some Game of Thrones shit
I cannot fuck with no bitch
When she suckin' on somebody dick
That type of shit get me sick
I'm a prick but I don't fuck with bitches
That get my whole city whatever they want
If it's pussy or lip on the tip of the dick
All of you wanna be rappers
But can't make no music to make that shit happen
And that's probably cause you just rap about trappin'
I'm smackin' the next motherfucker that say that I act like I'm ballin'
All of y'all pussies is wack
Some of y'all pussies is rats
Half of y'all pussies is trash
And the other half of y'all is dying at night
What the fuck do that mean? Do the math
Step on the scene like the Hulk, bitch, I'm green
Bitches on me, I'm the young Charlie Sheen
Rips in my jeans and my skin 'til I bleed
The reason you're losing your sleep is Lil Peep
 

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Die Yet Another Night

Sick of all these things I've tried
Sick of all these lies
Nobody cares you're just a bad man
Nobody wants you, you're a dead man
Waking from my darkest dream
Bring me from my mind
Nobody cares you're just a bad man
Nobody wants you, you're a dead man
No problem, I've got time to kill
Nobody cares you're just a bad man
Nobody wants you, you're a dead man
Save everyone, I've had my fill
Nobody cares you're just a bad man
Nobody wants you, you're a dead man
Do what you say!
Do what you want to!
Do what you say!
Do what you want to!
Do what you say!
Do what you want to!
Do what you say!
Do what you want to!
 
We rip apart the flesh and live to see
And look at all the faces along the way
The terror grips me close and holds me tight
And hope I get to die yet another night
 
Throw a wrench into my world
Throw me in the fire
Nobody cares you're just a bad man
Nobody wants you, you're a dead man
Death come over to me one time
We shouldn't get much higher
Nobody cares you're just a bad man
Nobody wants you, you're a dead man
No problem, I've got time to kill
Nobody cares you're just a bad man
Nobody wants you, you're a dead man
Save everyone, I've had my fill
Nobody cares you're just a bad man
Nobody wants you, you're a dead man
Do what you say!
Do what you want to!
Do what you say!
Do what you want to!
Do what you say!
Do what you want to!
Do what you say!
Do what you want to!
 
We rip apart the flesh and live to see
And look at all the faces along the way
The terror grips me close and holds me tight
And hope I get to die yet another night
 
Don't get close to me
Safe for you
All this suffering left to do
Don't get close to me
Safe for you
All this suffering left to do
All this suffering left to do
All this suffering left to do
 
We rip apart the flesh and live to see
And look at all the faces along the way
The terror grips me close and holds me tight
And hope I get to die yet another night
We rip apart the flesh and live to see
And look at all the faces along the way
The terror grips me close and holds me tight
And hope I get to die yet another night
 

Stompbox

Oi
 
Well I ain't gonna sing a song
'Cuz I feel bad, just so bad
You know, stompbox, stompbox
 
I can't breathe, I can't move
When I know that you've been without me
Stompbox, stompbox
 
And you won't give me a chance to set it out
Oh lord, what can I do
Just give me a sign to make it out
Or we can't see our way through
 
Well I ain't waiting
It doesn't work
I guess I have to play
Without my stompbox, stompbox
 
Got my guitar ready to go
But it seems so hard
Without my stompbox, stompbox
 
Just give me another chance to make it work
Oh lord, what should I do
Try so hard to turn it out
But it really doesn't work
 
Yeah, yeah
Woo
 
Well I ain't waiting
It doesn't work
I guess I have to play without
My stompbox, stompbox
 
I just don't know what to do
I guess I have to throw it away
Stompbox, stompbox
 
Throw in
My stompbox, stompbox
 
Throw in
My stompbox, stompbox
 
Oi
 

Minte-ma frumos

Stiu, nu mai poti sa stai acum
Alte dimineti astepti si un altfel de parfum
Vrei sa fii doar un trecator
Pleci din viata mea cum ai venit, asa, intamplator
Haide, fa ceva, fa o minune sa mai stai
Sa-mpartim acelasi rai
 
Minte-ma frumos!
Si spune-mi ce mult ma iubesti, ca-n povesti
Hai minte-ma acum, ca si ieri,
Cand sarutul tau era doar al meu!
Hai minte-ma mereu, pentru tine, ma mint si eu.
 
Taci, eu nu mai stiu sa te ascult
Te citeam cu ochii-nchisi, dar asta a fost demult
Nu mai stiu, cum sa fac sa te opresc
Nu stiu ce cuvinte sa iti spun si tot ce fac e nefiresc
Haide, fa ceva, sa ramai inca o zi… si alte sute si mii
 
Minte-ma frumos!
Si spune-mi ce mult ma iubesti, ca-n povesti
Hai minte-ma acum ca si ieri,
Cand sarutul tau era doar al meu!
Hai minte-ma din nou, frumos
Si spune-mi ce mult ma iubesti, ca-n povesti
Hai minte-ma mereu, pentru tine ma mint si eu
 
Dar sa o faci cu ochii inchisi
Sa nu vad ce-i adevarat, in privirea ta
Noi ne privim ca doi invinsi
Si ne mintim c-am castigat
Si chiar daca nu-i asa…
 
Minte-ma frumos!
Si spune-mi ce mult ma iubesti, ca-n povesti
Hai minte-ma acum ca si ieri,
Cand sarutul tau era doar al meu…
Minte-ma, din nou!
Si spune-mi ce mult ma iubesti, ca-n povesti
Hai minte-ma mereu, pentru tine, ma mint si eu!
 

Welsh Landscape

To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all their courses.
It is to be aware,
Above the noisy tractor
And hum of the machine
Of strife in the strung woods,
Vibrant with sped arrows.
You cannot live in the present,
At least not in Wales.
There is the language for instance,
The soft consonants
Strange to the ear.
There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon,
And thick ambush of shadows,
Hushed at the fields' corners.
There is no present in Wales,
And no future;
There is only the past,
Brittle with relics,
Wind-bitten towers and castles
With sham ghosts;
Mouldering quarries and mines;
And an impotent people,
Sick with inbreeding,
Worrying the carcase of an old song. To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all their courses.
It is to be aware,
Above the noisy tractor
And hum of the machine
Of strife in the strung woods,
Vibrant with sped arrows.
You cannot live in the present,
At least not in Wales.
There is the language for instance,
The soft consonants
Strange to the ear.
There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon,
And thick ambush of shadows,
Hushed at the fields' corners.
There is no present in Wales,
And no future;
There is only the past,
Brittle with relics,
Wind-bitten towers and castles
With sham ghosts;
Mouldering quarries and mines;
And an impotent people,
Sick with inbreeding,
Worrying the carcase of an old song.