move on - lil tjay // sped up+reverb

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My remix starts at 0:12 [Lil Tjay] Why do I still do the work of the devil. And continue, songs about my issues. I’ll be off, college looms turning nineteen. Though eighteen have a dream that I’ll see through. How’d I get here from a freshman in highschool? Having memories has never felt more cruel. War in my mind on both sides I was mental. Guess I mistook your affection as gentle. What’s there to say, while writing these songs. Talked about hurt, about love and my wrongs. Holding a knife watch me bleed out new scars. Left me with the worse I can’t feel my heart. In June I’ll graduate. Hope by then I’m okay. First, Had to get through 4 years up to this day. Hope I’m not gone, stay strong, don’t fall. Thought I’d be long gone, forgot, and wronged, oh. I thought, it was, my fault. Until things went wrong, got robbed, felt lost. Know, little control, left me angry how, wasn’t heard or supported. Having trust but neverlands, yeah. Lost my hand, Captain Hook too dangerous. Parents made me feel I’m nothing. Toxic words I was living with. Still to, “This day, negative”. Emotions, would show. Felt worthless, in those moments. Not chosen, Only noticed through lyrics. Had to, have self discipline. Had exes too, been with twenty six. But not proud of it, when it all caused, me to distance. No. Only one point of view. Though in every story there’s a side of two. Know, they in a place that’s corrupt. Options exhausts no changing what fate brings and ruins what was enough. Can’t believe, just how, much I screamed. What future my grave reads twenty-twenty three. Here lies my demons that got freed. Had depression and anxiety, no. Why do I still do the work of the devil. And continue, songs about my issues. I’ll be off, college looms turning nineteen. Though eighteen have a dream that I’ll see through. How’d I get here from a freshman in highschool? Having memories has never felt more cruel. War in my mind on both sides I was mental. Guess I mistook the affection as gentle. What’s there to say, while writing these songs. Talked about hurt, about love and my wrongs. Holding a knife watch me bleed out new scars. Left me with the worse and paranoia. In June I’ll graduate. Hope by then I’m okay. First, Had to get through 4 years up to this day. Hope I’m not gone, stay strong, don’t fall. Thought I’d be long gone, forgot, and wronged, oh. I lost, time cause, my heart. I think that it’s time, that I, move on.