c'est le deal (prod johannes)

prod & mix u o

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https://youtu.be/Hv3IVS2gcoQ

u o 
et g grave grave voulu m enfermer
et j pense a toi mon frere malade
ca aurai plus facile d etre mort né
a la place j me la colle et j me rend drame

tommy moisi 
elle m laisse en vu
elle repond pas a mes messages
c archi passif aggressif si j en veux plus demain j me taille
j vais faire tourner la machine j esquive la maladie mentale
et quand le monde pour une seconde n est que la lumiere d un vitrail
et quand j me kiffe j te kiss j ecris c automatique 
j ai pas dit un seul mot j suis bavard avec mon stylo bic

vitrail vec tommy moisi

cover by paul descamps
master zacharie touatie

peu importe (prod ksnie)

mood

pkyadusangsurmesconverses ⁉️ ft mclovin [prod.quitaii]

Guitar b/RRAREBEAR
🎶🎶🎶
Merci irgue d’être le cobaye pr tte les voix off:3

Du bruit sur le toit *^

Man in the window

Rumor and Innuendo

Verse 1
The television’s half-asleep,
static whispers in the wires.

You told me what you heard,
but it sounded like a choir
of broken voices—
half-believed, half-denied.

I carried them home,
like a fever in my mind.

Verse 2
The hallway lights flicker,
the neighbors keep their blinds closed.

Your shadow moves across the room,
I can’t tell what you chose.

You say it doesn’t matter,
but I hear the undertone.

Every silence between us
is a language of its own.

Chorus
Rumor and innuendo,
drifting through the smoke.
I never know where you stand,
and I …don’t know… where to go.

Verse 3
Somewhere between the truth and the lie,
I keep losing track of time.

Somewhere between 
your eyes and mine,
the ground gives way, 
the words unwind.

Every whisper a shadow
Every shadow reminds

Chorus
Rumor and innuendo,
drifting through the smoke.
I never know where you stand,
and I… don’t know… where to go.


Verse 1
The radio’s half-asleep,
static whispers in the wires.

You told me what you heard,
but it sounded like a choir
of broken voices—
half-believed, half-denied.

I carried them home,
like a fever in my mind.

Final Chorus
Rumor and innuendo,
echo down the hall.
I lean into the silence,
but I… don’t hear… you at all.
Rumor and innuendo,
it’s all we’ve ever known.
I’m standing in the doorway,
but I… can’t find… my way home.


Junky City (prod Ksnie)

tommy moisi