earl sweatshirt x mavi type beat "gummi"

earl sweatshirt x mavi type beat "gummi"
earl sweatshirt x mavi type beat "gummi"
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🥁 BPM : 78.5
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[@Ghowste]

LETS PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE 👻

[@zachariah7114]

Let me live in my own world
It's better here than in yo' world
(Way better) me, myself, and i agree
Don't ever tell me what I can be (never ever)
It's not wise and never clever
To try and sever me from my destiny
"Tell the lord they got my mind, but he can have the rest of me"
To quote Mr. Shakur, may he Rest in Peace
I mean, Rest in Power
I'm like the boy in the bubble
Only difference is, I don't want outta here (no)

[@papabastard]

Beautiful...

[@Ghowste]

👽👽

[@thomasfields4847]

this guy

[@Ghowste]

Ello 😊

[@nofoo]

praise Jesus for this scrumptious beat

[@Ghowste]

Praise him indeed

[@SOLARFLAIR.]

are u a ghowste too?

[@Ghowste]

Si 🫡

[@JazzSoulWorld]

Toughingten 🌍

[@Ghowste]

I’m dead

[@UMRA1]

за садовим парканом трохи лячно
різниця між ними
я читаю про мульти які дививсь в 15

[@enochthemetatron8380]

Cider skies of mornings light the privates rifle orange
Early birds are chirping I spy a flying four inch
Spry n tiny kind of hawfinch touring the lands
In Europes flourishing forests while porridge nourish ya man’s
hands are warmer in pants, the camps are bordering France
it’s minus two n I be through with captains orders n plans
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna leave with my life
I wanna see my kids again I wanna be with my wife
But blood spill as puddles of crimson mud fill
Land above a mass grave under the distant gun trill
Ya bruddah injured but still flanking round the lines of fire
As the count of lads without their dads is now just hiking higher
Sniper! Sniper! I hide behind the nearest shack
N try to find the shining light his iron sight would mirror back
there…Heinrich’s bolt action Mauser be
perched in the church by the old parish houses g
bells begun to ring as percys shells begun to sing
I was like Hail Mary, worship held, we done the ting