angels from Treehouse 3 by FOR REST!, Esgua & workinprogresss

[verse 1: esgua]
500 dollars in my pocket, call me james ferraro
i ain't make money i make art doe, art doe
nothing here, yeah it's all void, snapchat void
demon, you think you dreamin, but i just sli-
no love in this house, got need, no f*ck this couch
and i’m so lost like what you about, you fake as hell keep my name out your fucking mouth

[chorus: workinprogresss]
you don’t see me
it’s the sound of the hopeless, it’s more than enough for us
you don't see me

[verse 2: workinprogresss]
damn
fake got caught to rights
fake knows that he can't win the fight
so fake gets high till it pass him by
fake hates who he is but he'll never ask why
cause it ain't in the conversation
fake just lives for the validation
fake doesn't mind fake invitations
he’ll stay complacent till the weed runs out

[verse 3: esgua & for rest]
huh, i got friends on the same route
huh, you're throwing stones in a glass house
in my world i’m never coming out
sa- say you gonna kill me but i got my doubts
saw you smoke a eighth, the wind brought back all my senses (my senses)
i took away they faith, for rest the devil through they lenses
(huh, fuck)
(what, what)
(fuck)

[chorus: workinprogresss]
you don’t see me
it’s the sound of the hopeless, it’s more than enough for us
you don't see me

• Experimental
• Australia