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HONEY (feat. bLAck pARty)

1-800 FANTASY

LAST RESORT

BLEACH

CHASING FANTASIES

R U STILL THERE?

prod. Icee Red

Lyrics

If I had myself a wishing well
I’d probably wish you well 
I know the ship has sailed 
But it ain’t hard to tell 
I missed you so I hit your cell
But it ain’t ring a bell
And well I wish you knew 
How much I wish you well 
Away from here
My mind my soul my breath awaits
’Til I’m in your embrace
And if I’m honest
I just wanna say
How much I wish you well

How many chickens you got in your coop?
How many figures I gotta recoup?
How many bridges? 
I’ve burnt me a few
Just give me the word we’ll call it a truce
I’ma need pills hard to swallow the truth
How many different apologies to leave at the tone?
Girl pick up your phone
Damn how many times are you blocking me?
Okay I get it you not in the mood
Mix my regret with the Clase Azul
Been to the Getty inside of the Louvre
Ain’t seen nothing nearly as classy as you
Don’t kick me to curb the side of the road
Jehovah my witness be right at your door
Whenever you need you a smooth operator
A groom that can say to you Sade Adu

If I had myself a wishing well
I’d probably wish you well 
I know the ship has sailed 
But it ain’t hard to tell 
I missed you so I hit your cell
But it ain’t ring a bell
And well I wish you knew 
How much I wish you well 
Away from here
My mind my soul my breath awaits
’Til I’m in your embrace
And if I’m honest
I just wanna say
How much I wish you well

Young n**** upper echelon
I was chosen they deemed me the next one
Pool of money dip your toes in the hedge fund
She my late night host like a n****on a press run
On her bumper like it’s rush hour
Take it slow baby please what’s the rush now?
Even love it when you scream and I’m cussed out
Do the most, make a scene in the restaurant 
Yeah she rare as a sun or moon eclipse
I know there is a God cause the proof exists
Intelligent design she just too particular
I can tell He took His time like a new patek
Compete for the spot, need the key to your lock
I ain’t tripping I done got it off a dream and a dollar
Now cash rule everything around me girl
So you already know that you the cream of the crop
Your body language speak it well
So baby shut the blinds like we reading braille
They ever give an n**** twenty-five to life
She even hold me down in a prison cell
Whenever she around feel like everyday a Saturday
I’m living out an episode of SNL
I spent my last dollar trying to please you girl
So I threw a couple coins in my wishing well 
Damn

If I had myself a wishing well
I’d probably wish you well 
I know the ship has sailed 
But it ain’t hard to tell 
I missed you so I hit your cell
But it ain’t ring a bell
And well I wish you knew 
How much I wish you well 
Away from here
My mind my soul my breath awaits
’Til I’m in your embrace
And if I’m honest
I just wanna say
How much I wish you well

Yeah would you call back?
Yeah would you cut me slack?
Hit you like a cul-de-sac
Unconditional love when it’s all said
I’m still wishing you well would you call back?
Yeah would you call back?
Yeah would you cut me slack?
Hit you like a cul-de-sac
Unconditional love when it’s all said
I’m still wishing you well would you call back?

Wishing Well

EN ROUTE

Beat Producer : Sep
Mix & Mastering : Sahand Mz
Lable : Rahe Rap
Executive Producer : Shayan Ravy

Enkaar

Tonight (Ft. Ap)

“Feedback"is a haunting exploration of identity and autonomy in the surveillance age. The track opens with the fundamental human need for reflection and response - "feedback" - but reveals how digital systems have hijacked this natural process, leaving us isolated in "rooms that's always all black."

The spiritual core emerges in intimate nighttime prayer, where the artist finds authentic connection with God away from "forces trying to mold me into machine." This sets up the central conflict: genuine human feedback versus algorithmic manipulation.

The surveillance verses are chilling in their specificity - tracking eye movements across screens, analyzing pupil dilation, mapping thoughts for the "perfect time to strike." The paranoia feels justified rather than unhinged because the technology is real and invasive.

The psychedelic hooks create space for deeper questioning: "Are you what you can't see? What you can't read? What you can't speak?" These dreamy interludes feel like stepping outside the matrix to examine reality from higher consciousness.

The progression moves from confusion through surveillance awareness to spiritual resistance. The final declaration - "Oh God almighty I reclaim my agency" - isn't just personal liberation but a call for others to find their authentic voice beneath the digital noise.
This is conscious rap for the algorithm age - where the enemy isn't just corporate greed but the systematic harvesting of human consciousness itself. Timely, urgent, and deeply spiritual resistance music.

Feedback[Explicit]

BLEACH

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