Name: trauma (descent into madness) by Chris Gaona
Duration: 2 min 31 s
Description: I didn’t know what genre this was so just put hip hop.. it’s like a drum and bass hip hop hybrid. Hope you love it

DILL DAFFA - BIRDS OF A FEATHER - PIQUE EP

BIRDS OF A FEATHER 🦜

Possession

Tay Jilla - Do My Thang

15.D R E A M S FREESTYLE. STUNNAMAN YS

Lyrics:

[chorus]
I wonder how many these rich ass bitches made their money just shaking they coochie
I wonder how many these rich ass bitches made their money just shaking they coochie
Shaking they coochie
Shaking they coochie


[chorus]
I wonder how many these rich ass bitches made their money just shaking they coochie
I wonder how many these rich ass bitches made their money just shaking they coochie
Shaking they coochie
Shaking they coochie

[Verse]
How many these rich ass bitches make their money just shaking their coochie?
Tough shit, little rich ass bitch, you ain’t lit,
you heard what I said now sue me. 

[chorus]
I wonder how many these rich ass bitches made their money just shaking they coochie
I wonder how many these rich ass bitches made their money just shaking they coochie

[break]
Got liquored off goose, got me tellin the truth

I wonder how many these rich ass bitches made their money just shaking they coochie
Shaking they coochie
Shaking they coochie


[chorus]
I wonder how many these rich ass bitches made their money just shaking they coochie
I wonder how many these rich ass bitches made their money just shaking they coochie
Shaking they coochie
Shaking they coochie

UDK.me - SUE.me

In a theater where colors paint the air,
Gowns stitched from starlight's glare.
Movements orchestrated by a silent hymn,
Steps floating on the threshold of the dim.
Masks waltz with the embrace of twilight,
And quietude pens secrets in soft daylight.
In the invisible tapestry the soul does weave,
Desires and outlines seamlessly interleave.

We are notes in a boundless symphony,
Figures drifting where time sets us free.
Each word, a stroke on the present's tapestry,
In the masterpiece of time that sings endlessly.
Amidst standing ovations and the stage's embrace,
Identity unfurls in veils of lace.

Beneath drapes exhaling vivid tones,
We shift like dreams where the unknown roams.
Practice melts into presence profound,
Roles dissolve where essence is found.
Each step etches an unseen design,
The stage captures the heart's refine.
Between the act and the being, a silver line,
Where self and other in unity align.

Old scenes breathe with scents of yesterday,
The play renews, ever in array.
And the body, in constant transformation,
Composes harmonies beyond explanation.
Each act, a draft that dances with ease,
In the choreography that the spirit frees.

Choreography

I didn’t know what genre this was so just put hip hop.. it’s like a drum and bass hip hop hybrid. Hope you love it

trauma (descent into madness)

@aquasocks, ball out

Frontncenter

You my blood you my brother. You not my blood but you brother

IG: Wsgkinship

Prod. Moremilly

Vocals: K!N

Cover Art: K!N

Blood Brothers [Moremilly]

Boss Bitch - DEADi  feat. Key

I produce the instrumentals on all my music 

@chrisgaonacookinup on Instagram and Threads

trauma (descent into madness)

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