✶ everything goes.
How self love feels like when there isn’t a little annoying voice in the back of your head telling you you don’t deserve it
How life feels like when you set boundaries for yourself and figure yourself out a bit little by little
St. Chroma
Tyler, The Creator
I’m gon’ make it out
Promise, I’m gon’ make it out
Mama, I’m gon’ make it out
Pussy, I’m gon’ make it out
I ain’t never had a doubt inside me
And if I ever told you that I did, I’m fucking lying
Can you feel the light? Inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)
Fire (fire)
Promise, I’m gon’ make it out
Mama, I’m gon’ make it out
Pussy, I’m gon’ make it out
I ain’t never had a doubt inside me
And if I ever told you that I did, I’m fucking lying
Can you feel the light? Inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)
Fire (fire)
Darling, I
Tyler, The Creator
One option for everybody, don’t you lie to me
Too many grooves, I’m too curious to try to be
Hidin' things, feelin’ shame inside of me
'Cause honestly, (Phss) T is not perfect
So how come I got everything from one person?
I'm at the alter, but I'm still searchin’
I'm only human and if it ain't worth
Things change and let me stay the same
I believe, who neighbor lettin' roll?
It's a beautiful thing
Too many grooves, I’m too curious to try to be
Hidin' things, feelin’ shame inside of me
'Cause honestly, (Phss) T is not perfect
So how come I got everything from one person?
I'm at the alter, but I'm still searchin’
I'm only human and if it ain't worth
Things change and let me stay the same
I believe, who neighbor lettin' roll?
It's a beautiful thing
I Hope You Find Your Way Home
Tyler, The Creator
I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I need a hand
Can you squeeze the man? My shit spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', like a ceiling fan
No alcohol, no pill in hand
My only vice is them sweets and them [?] skin
You better calm that down 'fore that n**** pop that round into your [?]
I hot glue with my palm like, "Ooh," Spider-man Velcro, n****, I'm not true, I-
Can you squeeze the man? My shit spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', like a ceiling fan
No alcohol, no pill in hand
My only vice is them sweets and them [?] skin
You better calm that down 'fore that n**** pop that round into your [?]
I hot glue with my palm like, "Ooh," Spider-man Velcro, n****, I'm not true, I-
لطفا زمانی که در مورد یدونه mental illness نمیدونی، کل شخصیتت نکنش و جوری رفتار نکن انگار ترنده توروخدا خجالت اوره.
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