Put It Away (feat. Dyami Jackson)

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viral money gang studios / savage money gang inc presents 

00'lil lamin cuz & capital k
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvth__LJxjg
all the smoke mixtape

song:UP THE SCORE 

00'LIL LAMIN CUZ X CAPITAL K - UP THE SCORE

Current MV
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQa-4GY7iQg

Lyrics 

so dark where am i
 
just another house,
 
my mind can't find
 
my where abouts,
 
gemini in they prime
 
with these eyes we made it out,
 
yuh
 
so i try to carry out,
 
till the morning,
 
life is a scary route
 
if we got the skills to forfeit,
 
no more bills to focus
 
so chilled feeling like ghost hit,
 
cause those pills in my nose bitch,
 
just thinking makes my throat itch,
 
still sinking keep thinking where my
 
bro is,
 
notice anyway to cope seems to choke
 
rather then be a dope fit,
 
 
so dark where am i
 
just another house,
 
my mind can't find
 
my where abouts,
 
gemini in they prime
 
with these eyes we made it out,
 
 
vaporwave colors as i rest,
 
razorblade covers in my bed,
 
all the pain seems to fake till i
 
take my meds, yuh
 
they know the best,
 
they know i'm depressed,
 
and they wanna see me dead,
 
whats caught up in my head,
 
seems to miss lead anything I've
 
ever said,
 
in my dreams so scared finna piss
 
the bed,
 
slowly i'm keen to be winner
 
if i'm successful to be
 
the best without it being stressful,
 
 
so dark where am i
 
just another house,
 
my mind can't find
 
my where abouts,
 
gemini in they prime
 
with these eyes we made it out,
 
yuh

so dark where am i
 
just another house,
 
my mind can't find
 
my where abouts,
 
gemini in they prime
 
with these eyes we made it out,
 
 
yuh
 
 
so i try to carry out,
 
till the morning,
 
life is a scary route
 
if we got the skills to forfeit,
 
no more bills to focus
 
so chilled feeling like ghost hit,
 
cause those pills in my nose bitch,
 
just thinking makes my throat itch,
 
still sinking keep thinking where my
 
bro is,
 
notice anyway to cope seems to choke
 
rather then be a dope fit,
 
 
so dark where am i
 
just another house,
 
my mind can't find
 
my where abouts,
 
gemini in they prime
 
with these eyes we made it out,
 
 
vaporwave colors as i rest,
 
razorblade covers in my bed,
 
all the pain seems to fake till i
 
take my meds, yuh
 
they know the best,
 
they know i'm depressed,
 
and they wanna see me dead,
 
whats caught up in my head,
 
seems to miss lead anything I've
 
ever said,
 
in my dreams so scared finna piss
 
the bed,
 
slowly i'm keen to be winner
 
if i'm successful to be
 
the best without it being stressful,
 
 
 
so dark where am i
 
just another house,
 
my mind can't find
 
my where abouts,
 
gemini in they prime
 
with these eyes we made it out,
 
 
yuh


Credits
Mix and Mastering by Lazarus Maximum
Production by Ben Jammin
Cover art by Qash & Me 
Lyrics and Vocals by Me

Gemini prod. Ben Jammin [MV IN DESC]

New Stunna

“Greasy” (short)

In a time where R&B is constantly shapeshifting, Tiffany Nichelle stands out as an artist who blends timeless emotion with a fearless modern edge. Her latest release, “Love In Reverse,” is a hypnotic journey into the messy beauty of heartbreak, desire, and the thin line between holding on and letting go.

Crafted alongside the visionary pen and production of Yung Adamsville, the track flips the typical love story on its head—literally. Built on lush, slow-burn chords and a bassline that moves like a late-night confession, “Love In Reverse” paints the picture of a relationship unraveling in rewind. Tiffany’s vocals glide effortlessly between honey-smooth runs and raw, cutting delivery, making each word hit like it was pulled straight from a diary you weren’t supposed to read.

From the opening beat, Adamsville’s production feels cinematic—layered with atmospheric textures, haunting harmonies, and a pulse that mirrors the chaos of love that’s falling apart. It’s the type of record that plays in your head long after it stops, not because it’s just catchy, but because it feels true.

Tiffany Nichelle isn’t afraid to stand in her vulnerability, and “Love In Reverse” proves she’s entering a new era—one where her artistry is just as daring as her storytelling. This is R&B for the lovers who’ve been burned, the ones who replay every moment wondering where it all went wrong, and the ones who know sometimes the only way to move forward… is to go backwards first.

Tiffany Nichelle - Love In Reverse (Prod. By Yung Adamsville) R&B & Soul

Crash out Rock out

backside

I'm a Genie in an Iris

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

I'm a Genie in an Iris

blorgpulkfplorksickle