no sunshine

throwaway from the upcoming Appalachian at Sundown LP 

APPALACHIAN AT SUNDOWN// riDylan & obewon// (don't listen it's a throw away)

Appalachian Forever

Discrete

Toasters and Tubs

Decay

tomb of $MOKE

prod. pyctur // 

uh
where you wanna go?
who you wanna go with?
i really wanna know 
oh 
lord 
i seen her at the show 
she look like ramona flowers 
am i a ghost? 

she look like dakota
fanning 
marylin monroe 
i compose myself babe
late i’m unopposed
close my eyes and i let her take my hand i suppose now 
lot of marijuana in my throat 

the way she look into my eyes i think i know now 
she’ll never love me ‘less i focus and i slow down
remove the sight incite control i’m on my own 
she doesn’t want me to propose in my home town 

that’s right so
i leave her alone 
i leave her to kill me 
tore out 
heart all on the floor
if you wanna feel me 
reach me 
you know where to go 
cold outside i been freezing in the snow 
snowed out 
baby on the blow 
slowed down 
take a 30 it’s to go 
oh no 
it’s a tingle in the nose 
maybe got a tingle in the throat 

uh
where you wanna go?
who you wanna go with?
i really wanna know 
oh 
lord 
i seen her at the show 
she look like ramona flowers 
am i a ghost? 
uh
where you wanna go?
who you wanna go with?
i really wanna know 
oh 
lord 
i seen her at the show 
she look like ramona flowers 
am i a ghost? 

she look like dakota
fanning 
marylin monroe 
i compose myself babe
late i’m unopposed
close my eyes and i let her take my hand i suppose now 
lot of marijuana in my throat

ramona

1. Running / Gone (prod. typhelicia)
2. Top Smoke (prod. idek)

Top Smoke

MVRROWK (prod. projectx)

Blood in the Alleyway is a dark, high-pressure trap album from Hollowpoint Saint, built on 808s, speed, violence, paranoia, and spiritual warfare.

No story.
No nostalgia.
Just raw power, sharp bars, and midnight danger.

This album blends:
• heavy 808s
• rapid-fire flows
• cinematic darkness
• gritty street theology
• violent imagery + poetic scripture

Hollowpoint Saint delivers psalms made of concrete, sermons built from smoke, and confessions written in bass.

If you want an album that sounds like running from your past, fighting your demons, and carving your name into steel —
Blood in the Alleyway is the soundtrack.

Turn it up.
Let the bass preach.
Let the ricochets speak.

Blood in the Alleyway

Trap Sermon

LP IS OUT COME JOIN THE HORDE OR GET TRAMPLED BY IT

Discrete

Appalachian at Sundown

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