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This is one of my new oc's (His name is haruki) and I'm gonna be posting his info on my main soon The quality- *sharp inhale* Press 1 to play: spy? Press 2 to play: baby hotline Press space to stop all sound Spy? lyrics: I think, maybe Hold on, I'll try to give it another go (Bo-Bo-Boxcutters) My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to sxicide My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to sxicide Wokhardt on my dresser and I'm saving it for later Look at your bills, my bills elevator I woke up feeling fruity guess I'm feeling like a hater Where I come from you can't flip you ain't a skater And this is just a neighborly conversation with neighbors They do not have a gun to me pointed under the table And if you were to kick up and make another distraction I could hit the door and be out if I am enabled I won't be what you want to be Kill my pets, label me a freak I've lost bets, but that's on me Kill my friends, fxxk the police My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to sxicide My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to sxicide I lean on my dresser, huh Thinkin everyday, huh, how can I be extra, huh I'ma find a way, uh You can despite me all you want but I'll be paid, uh You can drink my pixx from a glass lemonade, yeah Me like this type of instrumental, yeah (instrumental) Avatar moves, elemental (elemental) Weed mad loud like a kettle (like a kettle) Crank that bass no treble, yeah (no treble) You can hit me on my sxven digits (on my digits) T me baby, yeah, I meant it (oh, goddamn) Try not to get sentimental (stxpid bixxtch) Yeah, you like me, baby, I get it (you an idiot) Lucky like a lottery, please don't try to talk to me (what? What? What?) I'ma try to walk away if you try to talk to me (shut the fxxk up) Baby wanna fxxk in my truck that's parked in my farm Take her 'round the barn show lil' shawty that I'm hard (ayy, ayy, ayy) My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to sxicide My my, I think we have a spy I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side I'll die, so why can't I decide? My brain might self destruct, I lose myself to sxicide Baby hotline lyrics: Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you Baby flatline, still time to do it too (ha-ha-ha!) Baby snack time, chow down to earth But in your head she's a Hoarder of quarters And no boundary boredom-dom Boundary boredom! I contend that your drinking eye has never opened I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay Hung up and put it on hold! (old) (Hotline!) My line is getting cold! (o-o-old) (Hotline!) Hung up and put it on hold! (o-o-old) (Hotline!) (Oh, uh, I'll try again though) Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out! No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!) Baby sat by and felt the wind At least I called her a Hoarder of quarters And no boundary boredom-dom No boundary and boredom! I contend that your drinking eye has never opened I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay Hung up and put it on hold! (-Old) (Hotline!) My line is getting cold! (O-o-old) (Hotline!) Hung up and put it on hold! (O-o-old) (Hotline!) Numb, feel burning with haste And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste I feel numb, I've been burning with haste And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste I feel numb, I've been burning with haste And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste I feel numb, I've been burning with haste And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste I feel numb What a waste What a waste What a waste Sunbathe 'til morning time And your e-eyes Will open wide (What a waste) Oh baby, nevermind And my si-ight Oh, run and hide I can say Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon (what about) I've been dead Oh, wrap the trouble now (ha ha!) I feel so good Ring won't bend (and you did it) Thinking bent, oh I won't stay more anymore, oh I don't even think about it Oh, you know I don't Oh, you know I don't Oh, you know I don't Oh, you know I don't I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I hate hoping, oh I hate hoping, oh