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beamon – trees fell down lyrics

[verse 1]
i don’t care about the rappers that you love
most the stuff that they speak don’t apply to me
hair spinning like zangief, i got 3 plays on my soundcloud
10 missed calls on my i-phone
i’m thirsty, and i want for you to call me
i’m thirsty, and i need to see you all die
i’m flirting with the blade to see you all bleed, b-tch
screaming f-ck your clothes, i don’t really care if you dressing like kanye, b-tch
body full of bullet holes, i don’t even care if you dressing like kanye, b-tch
i’m making hits, smoke in the forest, blair witch creeping
coming through, dead at 4 am, with my hair swinging
jump through the coffin, woods in my head with the trees swinging
five dollar t-shirts full of red with blood on it
ghosts moaning, they’re screaming
bedroom full of terror, you see me in your mirror
since you left me, everything’s clearer
i lay with the flowers my hair full of rain again
october showers gone fall out the sky again
don’t know about you, but i’m tryna die again
she got a new man, that b-tch is gone lie again, what

[hook]
i fell asleep in the waves
trees falling down by my cave
hair hanging down by my face
now you can’t see me, i got you afraid, what

[murder]
blade on the dresser i’m shredding my face again
bumping myself cause these rappers ain’t saying sh-t
boy i look at yall as kids
i’m skin and bones, come feel my ribs
and b-tch i come from the grim
sleep in the trash, and i pop out the lid

[cries]
i’m sorry i did not turn out to be what you want
i wake up every day
i’m dead by the night
the moon about to rise
got that knife up in my pocket b-tch

[murder]
blade in my pocket, it’s stabbing my legs
looking at rappers like don’t f-ck with me
spitting that mist in the air, triple h
b-tch i’m reborn again, step out my grave

[chants]
who the f-ck want it with beam
who the h-ll want it with beam
who really want it with beam
boy i promise you don’t want it with beam

[death]
i’m at the pond, got tears coming down on my face
b-tch i hope you f-cking die, throw hand grenades on your grave
light a blunt, smoke in the air forms your ghost
everybody still left my side
zelda every motherf-cking time
i don’t like to tweet, i just rhyme
catch me hoody up, by the pond
every single line impressing your mom
high school, never fit in with you motherf-cking douchebags
catch me with a bomb in two bags
yeah it’s like that
dylan still don’t give a f-ck about much
no exceptions
young ugly b-tch, yes it’s beam
feet up on my bed blowing weed watching bleach
floor when it creeks
smile on your face when you scream
clutch, clutch

[hook]
i fell asleep in the waves
trees falling down by my cave
hair hanging down by my face
now you can’t see me, i got you afraid, what

[final death]
look what you did, look what you did, what you did to me
look what you did, look what you did, what you did to me
slits in my eyes, i’m like a cat right now
i’m coasting through the sky i’m like a bat right now
slits in my eyes, i’m like a cat right now
i’m coasting through the sky i’m like a bat right now
slits in my eyes, i’m like a cat right now

- beamon lyrics

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