I love my solitude like oxygen
ready or not im goin
veiled in the dark youre showing yourself
all of the promises under my belt
I find you easily thats just as well
gripped in the heart I see you easily dont try hiding
laying down dying why you lying
all the while I hear I hear the sirens
no u do it right
you say that youre my friend youre one of them
and yet still I reach my hand to make amends
I rather protect you than once again
be a member of my war cant let it stand
I cant see right in this endless night
I did you right I still believe

Prod by me, sample is elephant hunting song

love my solitude like oxygen

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Zero on Pump Four (prod. Echo)

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Kingdom On Fire

Neon muscle memory from another timeline.

Bass Wagon is an ode to every “family car” that was secretly a rolling subwoofer on wheels – classic SS wagon, trunk full of low end, skrrt marks and pink smoke hearts in the rearview.

Lyrics ride that lane: “six seven Chevelle, bass trunk heavy /… classic sedan makes whole fam stan / but the wagon still got room for my infinite bass and the junk in the trunk…”

Trap / phonk-adjacent bounce for car meets, late-night cruises, and anyone who grew up learning life lessons from V8 engines and almost–crashed stories.

If it hits your chest right: like / comment / repost / add to your night-drive playlist 💥

Bass Wagon

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