#yourdafthero

Pray these words extend my expiration date. Y-813 YOURDAFTHERO PROD. BY CECIL Lyrics: I’ve been dormant too long Doomed living in structures haven’t struck convo at all Awe feelings fluctuate in and out the the cig draw Flaws go unflattered, I turn lies to law

Blurred images emerge in herds through the broken monitor I’m on to you, through proxies, so whisper like a commoner Come and reap the seeds, yet a hush isn’t never heed Beats continue on, don’t you hear them grinding along your teeth?

The cycle so is contagious Lined along the spine I read straight from the pages Old face but new set obstacles and phases Quick duel and draw, end all in ten paces, I’m patient

Not a stepping stone, homie Choose wisely, words can come poorly Pouring 40′s wrapped in crosses for the holy Trinities get no love from me sorely

I pass by the acting apathy Active in pursuits to pull the rug right out from under me Problems puzzling yet the bell tolls for me luckily I’m the one who sees death is all functioning

Daft layered up, fisticuffs prayed up Melded with celestials, the zippo came to pair us So keep your eyes stay peeled Cause boys don’t mind those tears and you don’t wanna die here

Thats food and cannon fodder The clouds you’re reaching for the bums blowing louder My product in the proper place, a nose for all the powder 4th and 7th chakra got me igniting FL’s fire

Ooh, can you really blame me? I’m the greatest unknown to be on time and lately I’m doubting all the lines again, find me in the shine again Underwater whipping trending tidals till I die again

And it’s all come full circle Meaning to be murking yet I’m subtle and too merciful Curtain call cutting close, heart attack after the show Funeral soon after hero’s cuts to a credit roll

Flexing verbal presences in the court for kings and peasants Who am I but a son of chemicals and depressants? Menace with means to do good but doesn’t From the nose bleeds I stay stuntin’ And from the nose bleeds I stay stuntin’

So all my crosses tilted, now X marks the spot To pick at the golden gate and hope to break out the lock Maybe waltz in with finger guns holstered for two And greet God with a quote like a father whom I never knew

I know in the seconds Leading to your slumber That you reflect on what you give the world And it’s all that you can muster; bummer ITS NOT YOU ITS ME (CLASSIX BEATS) YOURDAFTHERO Lyrics: I know the perfect storm’s coming Rain sets the tone along the thunder beats drumming No extra shit, smeared fingerprints on the pen Filter through the chatter and you locate all the dividends

Divvy up the pie, we know the facts are tried and true All your heads lay with red, all your lovers sigh with blue It’s sad cause I know you’re blind Too late to witness when all your petals wilt and die

Aye, aye, aye you know that we dem guys And I’m the boy who just awoke to pluck the crust from out your my eyes You should really take a second, you should really go and find All that makes you feel alive while you exist in this prime

Call it what you will, I don’t dabble in your corner Cut from clothes that saw the creases go to cease disorder It’s impossible in pockets to know the fuel that forms us So trust me ain’t warning, I haven’t even warmed up

You can buy your to way fame but you can’t buy your to heaven, aye (4x) I’m that free minded middle man, mason with the right hand And in my left the pen striking ditches into foreign land Couples lads lit and littering around your casket 40’s fall in the well where we bury hatchets Speak of false heirs and can’t hack its Scribble in the marble Im solidified in tablets Dripping with the talent, an addict with the reactant Highs on echleons that are mixed in paint palettes

I’m cold hearted and contagious And building up my patience, I know you can’t take this Piling through the pages, weighing up the wages I won’t even front, this is getting back to basics Feeding foes in the famine Every move is authored, consider it cannon YDH here to set the mother fucking pace with Pulling off the mask from the God of many faces

My plate is stacked up to the fucking brim I don’t need no savior ‘cept myself and thats word to Him Swerving on the curb hurling sinners single stomps Taught to taunt in waves till the opposition seeks to stop

some times you needn’t laugh some times you to need to cry but some times you need someone to tell you some tears aren’t worth the time 16 // XVI // SIXTINE (YUNG GUD - NUMB) YOURDAFTHERO Lyrics: I need a sistine chapel This my holy bible, this the 16th chapter After all the nuances that every saint will leaves us Torn between the turns and yet you’ve polished all the pieces

I need a sistine chapel This my holy bible, this the 16th chapter Tracings on the marble floors from dancing in the rain Ballot pose for Michael as his brushes paint a wave

It’s all finite yet I do not haste the finish You can find me floating through the echoes after coming to my senses All these woes are senseless, my love you never listen While I lose myself in listens to songs that play on relentless

It’s the bitter bite that lingers in the clouds that see the cold My chapped lips on yours crisp, breath life into my meager mold But I’m so at ease in that ill release Trails from my nose leak, tear droplets on those Y-3’s

We say it’s heart to heart when our mistakes do the talking Taught to keep a balance but half of us is walking So why you running? Those 7 trumpets humming AM cellular exchanges chisel and then crumble

Validation is vital but whats the substance to the sub plot? True love was it not till the center saw the edges rot? All those poems penned leave me clutching on your mumbling Like you didn’t whisper warnings in the mornings after fucking

I need a sistine chapel This my holy bible, this the 16th chapter After all the nuances that every saint will leaves us Torn between the turns yet you’ve polished all the pieces

I need a sistine chapel This my holy bible, this the 16th chapter Tracings on the marble floors from dancing in the rain Ballot pose for Michael as his brushes paint a wave

I need some closure I’m too close to hypotheticals And theories come and go but how you saw it was so sensible Barely able to call now, you choke like you’re appalled now Only human but the hue projected half full seems watered down

Its all howls in the hours, no brakes stall for your prowess It’s all art for you who wants to take pics but wilt flowers So I hope those negatives nag you on bit Say you need some space while clutching on my shirt again

Fuck you’s get no focus, fuck you mean that I’m not worth this? I’ve been putting so much work in even after the show curtains Spoke fears in the dawn along that sunlight Index pushed my head so I could watch you mouth the wrongs right

Want not, waste not, peer pressure along a bruised spot Now you online intertwined and I’m drowned out in these empty lots I mean, you said that we were everything Now some time alone with you’s the last thing the boy needs

I’m honed in, zoning, roaming So much liquor in me I’m slurring all these poems Trust none if you’re trust to one And if you ask me, I fucking know it

Don’t hear this and act foolish Meander all you want while I walk along the muses The musics fluent like flowers blooming Fluidity inside of us is truly amusing

Gone YDH Validation is vital but whats the substance to the sub plot? True love was it not though the center saw the edges rot? All those poems penned leave me clutching on your mumbling Like you didn’t whisper warnings in the mornings after fucking

11.21.2k15 one track now maybe a few more later on enjoy water.song yourdafthero.artist fromthenosebleeds.mixtape Lyrics: Mm.. like a fresh glass of water Have to do some evil cause the good never prosper In between the lines just to keep this looking proper Maybe if I lied to you then I’ld be a little more popular

This new poetry in motion French inhales coasting bumping beats into the low end Low in that bracket, fingers stretched for higher seats Bruising knees from praying on the pavement with weakened knees

Weaken these weekend dreams, its everything or not it seems Murals marked and pinned in all to sell after I reap the seeds In the end by any means, by the grace of God it seethes Into me, endlessly, on till the death of me

Whats having this with no havoc? Paint splits and it splatters, canvas spits out the chatter Excuse me, how you finesse on the platter But when it comes executing you excuse all the matters

Daft patterned out and glued in Grouping sets of simpletons to simple sit and tune in Who in this bracket is back cracking and cackling Of the few who knew you I’m the liar least lacking

No action comes without the proper price We’re all hive mind reaching for the same slice Qualities dwindling, so I settle in Zero room for failure when I zero in to be precise

Mm.. like a fresh glass of water Have to do some evil cause the good never prosper In between the lines just to keep this looking proper Maybe if I lied to you then I’ld be a little more popular

Now etched in the new neural Haunted by the heeding of a warning when I hurl All screams in all caps, I’m looped in on relapse From this point on it’s all suspicion when they want daps

With two popped veins and blurred vision They seek heartache and aesthetic without a listen I promise this all here is with little mistake Notions left running through the years breaking out the flood gates

But what you really you want from me? Pursuing power’s pressuring, depression seems it’s settling Down in the evergreen, oh my is this bliss Devil offers me the fruit, but from Lilith I’ve stole a kiss

I won’t have it, I’m fluent in temp habits For the hell of it I’m hellish when when wanting a dios status Kill the fucking head and the body will surely follow Mended from the grace of sins, birthed out from that sleeping hollow

A modern mutant Can’t you see my pull is where the proofs in? If you didn't know that through subliminals you knew this Note it, I’m who is closest to that where cool is