Jugaste y Sufrí (S L O W E D + R E V E R B)

baby keem - lost souls (pitched down + reverb)

Tyler, the creator - COME ON, LET'S GO /slowed + reverb\

Carolina Carol Bela - (Sped Up + Reverb)

i didnt mean to steal this persons audio or anything i just thought it was a good listen but if it proves to be offensive in any way then ill take it down :)

Wuvv might start singing - @not_shamelesss (on tt)

You Are My High

never ending sorrys
it was coming my way
all the made up stories
just lie about any day
and i admit it hurts
but you just made it worse
all the lessons learned
just never take your word

my heart turned cold
but you should know
look back in the past
wondering where it’ll go
tired of the sorrow
hoping for tomorrow
but i can’t say
when you push me down low

oooh, i’m not sorry
oooh, i know it’s not me
oooh, when i look back
i would blame myself
in my own hell i’d be like

drive me to the edge
sorry if thats what you meant
another argument
take the blame if you insist
under the city lights
right under the night sky
said it’s a waste of time
our love was fleeting by

empty promises became a wish
time that has passed
many chances i missed
lots of times you dismissed
this love has only grown sick

oh, baby why?
lost my high
if it’s so bad then why?
stay by my side
oh, baby
oh, can’t you see?
damaged, but still me
consequently…

soul searching (melik)

shove his face in a pillow 
i eat i sleep an do things you'll never know 
if you fw kc we throw shots right to your nose 
if you fw kc we gon get a nigga gone

i eat i sleep an i do  things you'll never know
if you fw kc we throw shots right to your nose
when i caught that lil nigga he almost froze
an when he seen karma he almost purposed 



[SLOWED] 
shove his face in a pillow 
i eat i sleep an do things you'll never know 
if you fw kc we throw shots right to your nose 
if you fw kc we gon get a nigga gone

i eat i sleep an i do  things you'll never know
if you fw kc we throw shots right to your nose
when i caught that lil nigga he almost froze
an when he seen karma he almost purposed

Kacey - things you'll never know

Driving in this ST, cus I can afford to focus,
Vegas odds, can’t afford a hand of jokers,
Smokers ain't focused on their clear lungs,
Uncle at the family functions, redrum drunk. x2

Range Rovers, Daytonas, future plans in my sights,
Maybach and Cullinan, parked, yeah, we livin' right,
Living large, with no oxygen, you living on Mars,
Like a scrap BMXer, man, you can’t handle these bars.

Wipe these Versace glasses, gotta vision so clear,
Counting cheddar was my religion, till them bars drew near,
In a cell, soul searchin', while my niggas purge,
Is it worth the purchase? Anxiety start to surge.

Driving in an ST, cus I can afford to focus,
Vegas odds, can’t afford a hand of jokers,
Smokers ain't focused on their clear lungs,
Uncle at the family functions, redrum drunk. x2

Accidently on purpose, how I flipped the script,
Weight of the past, I pivoted, nothin' left to grip,
Smoking crack, bad religion, can't come back from that,
Cameras off, lights dim, ready for action, Jack.

Self-respected, yeah, I’m my own damn boss,
Unhinged, searchin’ for a Kate Moss, but she want a Rick Ross.
Tick-tock, i ain't talking about the app,
Spent more time taking flights than catchin’ a nap.

Driving in an ST, cus I can afford to focus,
Vegas odds, can’t afford a hand of jokers,
Smokers ain't focused on their clear lungs,
Uncle at the family functions, redrum drunk. x2

Late nights with candlesticks, street lights panel lit,
Gear shifts manual, hustlin' hard, never quit,
Friend or enemy? Niggas dying, that's the game,
Been on bullshit since seventeen, igniting that flame.

Trial-blazing on the evergreen, rollin' sticky green,
Aggressive delivery, confidence, know what I mean?
Handle bars, rode the roads with a broke leg,
Dodging feds, feeding my crew, always gotta beg.

Driving in an ST, cus I can afford to focus,
Vegas odds, can’t afford a hand of jokers,
Smokers ain't focused on their clear lungs,
Uncle at the family functions, redrum drunk. x2

Range Rovers, Daytonas, future plans in my sights,
Maybach and Cullinan, parked, yeah, we livin' right,
Living large, with no oxygen, you living on Mars,
Like a scrap BMXer, man, you can’t handle these bars.

Wipe these Versace glasses, gotta vision so clear,
Counting cheddar was my religion, till them bars drew near,
In a cell, soul searchin', while my niggas purge,
Is it worth the purchase? Anxiety start to surge.

Driving in an ST, cus I can afford to focus,
Vegas odds, can’t afford a hand of jokers,
Smokers ain't focused on their clear lungs,
Uncle at the family functions, redrum drunk. x2

You Are My High

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