*FREE* WIFISFUNERAL X GRIMM DOZA TYPE BEAT - "RUNNER"

[@waves7300]

I like your style bro. Simple but there’s a certain emotion to them

[@prodjxyln]

❤

[@prodnecu2]

this one is it chief

[@W9khardt]

Indeed

[@m1a2r3q4u5i6s7]

this is bussing

[@KooziRich]

A beat that speaks. Most don't.

[@prodjxyln]

❤️

[@denotv3431]

🔥🔥🔥

[@m1a2r3q4u5i6s7]

idea for self for later: I don't wanna die lonely

[@AceKhawaja]

Roaming through this world Wondering Where the fuck have I gotten Lost in my thoughts there’s not much to say Take a pill for a fucking thrill after that I’m fucking dreaming aye Feeling like I’m floating buh hold up wait who’s that if I dunno yu ima get to praying aye Mama telling me if I’m okay I tell her mama am I okay? Crusing in whip like bro get the fuck out of my way Ah fuck it I can’t be bothered to write more Ik it’s shit buh fuck it

[@Samyi-2b]

Меня так заносит в балдежы Мне не так много оставалось жить В этом тонусе но все это пустяк Флешбеки миражи

[@MarioChaffino]

Got me up at night Said you can't decide.... Can't hold you close Cuz you close to leaving Try to talk about it But my therapist sleeping 2am rolling while the phone is ringing Over grown man And im overthinking Over drinking In the deep end Loss my job I was Over sleeping You me got fucked up Like the lines on a zebra

[@noahflinchum6268]

ass🔥🔥🔥

[@mannymudd]

@@noahflinchum6268 (0:20) I GUESS IM JUST A RUNNER AN OUTCAST IM ROTTING AND IM TOXIC I THINK IVE FINALLY LOST IT DOES MY FATHER OFTEN WONDER WHAT HIS SON IS HE IS JUST A RUNNER AN OUTCAST IM ROTTING AND IM TOXIC HUH YOU THINK YOUVE FINALLY FOUND IT A RUBY A DIAMOND CASH TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE AND HOPE AND HAPPINESS DECEIVES THE ONES WHO TRULY BUY IT i said- IF HOPE IS HAPPINESS WHY CANT WE ALL JUST FUCKING BUY IT? I AM LOST DEEP IN MY OWN TYPE DEPRESSION GUESS THAT I AM LOST DEEP IN MY OWN TYPE DEPRESSION ON MY PALMS N’ KNEES AND IVE FALLEN FORGOT TO MENTION long gone from being loveable sit inside n’ weep about the past and no, i never liked it ok drugs turn me into a fien try to hide it slipping past the front door grip the bic and then i light it searching for a purpose in this soul so divided from hate, drugs, and failed love come and try me let down the folk that i love wasn’t trying (fuck.)