Wrong

some feelings dont come out right so i didnt force it.
this ones for the things that stay between the lines.
if you get it, you get it.

Things I Won't Talk About

Prod. by Home Studioz Beats [@shekhar-singh-841425466]
Mix. by Aylay [@aylayyy]

Embrouille

All Things Must Die

She Text Me At 3am

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Choose One

“Luces del Silencio” es una oda a la calma interior, a los pensamientos que viajan con la lluvia y las luces que brillan en el silencio.
Un chill rap relajante y atmosférico que invita a respirar despacio y escuchar sin buscar sentido.

Música para dejar que el alma hable en voz baja.

🎧 Lo-fi · Chill Rap · 72 BPM · Mood: introspectivo, nostálgico, tranquilo, poético.

Ecos de Nadie

Luces del silencio

tini

Tauche ein in eine Welt, in der Realität und Traum ineinanderfließen.
In diesem Projekt verschmelzen dunkle Cinematic-Sounds mit minimalistischen Beats, hypnotischen Pads und tiefen Bässen. Jeder Track ist ein Fragment von Gefühlen, Gedanken und Momenten, die irgendwo zwischen Vergangenheit, Gegenwart und Zukunft hängen.

Nebel, Schatten, flackernde Lichter – hier sind Räume, die nur im Kopf existieren. Die Songs sind mehr als Musik: sie sind Reisen durch flüchtige Augenblicke, verzerrte Wahrnehmungen und introspektive Abgründe.

Zwischen Traum & Zeit ist für alle, die sich verlieren, um sich selbst wiederzufinden; für alle, die hören, was Worte allein nicht ausdrücken können.

Bereite dich vor auf eine atmosphärische Mischung aus dunklem Trap, Cloud-Elementen und cineastischer Intensität – ein Soundtrack für die Nacht, für die Einsamkeit und für die Gedanken, die man nur im Halbschlaf hört.

Traumfluss

"Hey, you almost done?"

Yeah, yeah, just… maybe you can help me with this.
Don't know how to put a price on this.
Tagged the whole inventory, but this—
Can't find a number or bar code.
Guy who sold it claimed it was "priceless,"
Was his grandfather's, no longer make anything like this…
Most meaningful thing he had owned,
But "times are hard" and well, you know how it goes…

Vintage, some wear,
Handmade and hallmarked—
Let's be fair:
15% above scrap.
Put it in clearance.
Beautiful piece,
But without a brand
Won't make people stop and stare…

What's the truth?
I'm fishing for a fiction,
Trying to stitch my life together,
But the cold hard truth's
More like a broken mirror,
Shards of glass impossible
To put back together.

Maybe if I tell it as a good story
It'll make it feel a little better—
Made it this far?
Congratulations, performing well above 95% of rap.


[VERSE]

Real talk, like—not that fake talk I was
Letting float the rest the track. Ha! Just playing.

Losing my head,
Tracing threads back,
Keep replaying.
Sometimes hard to hold it together,
Had more thoughts in the last 5 minutes
Than I could map in a year,
Been years since I've been able to
Release the pressure—
Like a kettle,
Steady steam, steady heat, steady screaming 
Until all the water disappears.

Real talk:
When you got little ones to raise in this cage,
Your children's freedom becomes your tether—
Don't let slaves go free,
Gotta pay their weight in gold,
Sometimes all you got is your body,
Hope it measures up.

Yeah, that's quaint. Nice suggestion:
"Take some time for yourself."
Don't you know that's an urban legend?
Ain't nobody getting enough sleep, water, and nature—
Too expensive to care for yourself, let alone anyone else.


[EMPTY WORDS]

Still, some words come easy,
Toss 'em around like confetti,
Leave the air shimmering—
Nothing changed by the time the dust's settling.


[PHYSICAL SILENCE]

Feels like holding my breath,
Biting my tongue til it bleeds,
Drowning in the life running red.

It's not time, don't have time—
"No time like the present," you said.
Hold that thought—
What was that?
The words already left my head.


[DIGNITY INSIGHT]

Most of y'all won't break protocol
To meet your children where they at—
Role models, wealthy and famous,
Can't even show up for that.

More receptive if you make yourself
A little shorter, literally bend down—
Pride is really fear in inverse,
Leave a man measured by his silence,
Domination in isolation the measure of his worth.

Who says?

I claim the inverse:
The more secure you are,
Granting dignity to children and others
Don't detract from your worth.

Where's mine? 
My value on your ledger? 
How much is raising two kids worth?


[THE PRICE]

Wish I could speak or exhale—

The rich really doing well,
Doing less than ever,
Money growing deeper than a well
That never dries,
Pulls clean water straight from the earth,
Drain every river and reservoir
Before they die of thirst.

Don't know how to put a price on this.

Embrouille

Chamlow

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