тгк: djvovaiguess

И я не сплю опять ночами мысли падают ручьями
Все еще помню блокнот что подарила как то мне
Не по себе когда я думаю что завтра будет плохо
Поверь я тоже иногда чувствую себя на дне

Не по себе когда опять я крайний думают что я хуевый, бля не забывайте что я тоже человек
Может я поступал и с кем то плохо, бро, поверь, на это похуй я всегда пытаюсь добрым быть для тех кто дорог мне

Не умею рифмовать текста идут всегда хуево 
Че залил ебаный шлак но мне уже и как то похуй 
Засыпаю с мыслями о том что завтра буду сонным 
Каждый день как день сурка и я опять хочу подохнуть

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взято из тгк https://t.me/slezyhanoi

может (демо) - зеркало, слезы ханой

ONDA ANDAR – type london

new cachalot

miss (prod. crystal castles x youngswagprod)

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Late one night, at a festival, attendees found themselves immersed in a world unlike any other. The air pulsed with anticipation as they approached the stage, where some mysterious figures were about to start performing.

The music began, a hypnotic blend of electronic beats, tribal drums, and ethereal melodies that seemed to pull the crowd into a swirling vortex of sound. As they closed their eyes, they felt themselves transported to a fantastical realm.

In this psychedelic amalgamated adventure, they danced through kaleidoscopic landscapes where mountains pulsed to the rhythm, rivers flowed with liquid color, and trees emitted melodies with every rustle of their leaves. Each step was synchronized with the beat, and the world responded to their every move.

Time lost its grip as as they journeyed through the music. They encountered creatures made of sound and light, engaged in conversations without words, and touched the very essence of their existence. It was a voyage through the surreal, where emotions became colors and thoughts transformed into harmonies.

As the music swelled to a crescendo, they felt themselves soaring through a starry cosmos, a celestial dance of galaxies and constellations. They were no longer just spectators; they were a part of the cosmic symphony, contributing their own notes to the ever-evolving melody.

When the music subsided, the attendees returned to the now, their hearts filled with a new joy. The figures had finished their performance, but the crowd carried the memory of the psychedelic musical adventure with them, forever changed by the power of music to transport the soul to otherworldly realms.

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егорbez - маниакальная девушка мечты instrumental jump core

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