Bee King

Odds Against Me

Odds Against Me  Prod. By Nevrfall

produced by michael harrison
co-produced by whosjames
mixed, engineered, written, recorded, & performed by whosjames

home intruder

Cleansing the Quantum Bio Field

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drown without affection
lost the connection

i feel so helpless without ur love
got cancer in this world of drug

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Nonomhg (Original Mix) No Sample/No AI

Old Text (Prod.Jody)

Verse 1
Anastasia wore a sad, quiet smile,
To a life that never eased her way,
So tragic, like some old vaudeville style,
She smiled at fate, a cruel display.

Left by a father soaked in gin,
Bruises, scars, her only kin.
Built of sorrow, brittle and tough,
Edges that scrape, as life gets rough.

Verse 2
Anastasia watched rivers of lives,
Flowing wildly, torrents unruly,
Tragic, like a comedy that strives,
She watched the world parade so fully.

On a street corner, a man stood alone,
In faded light, beneath a worn lamp’s glow.
With flowers in hand, waiting in vain,
For his love to cross the rain.

Chorus
Anastasia dreams of love that waits,
Of promises bound, against cruel fates.
In every face, a story told,
She searches for warmth in this world so cold.

Verse bridge
Left by a father soaked in gin,
Bruises, scars, her only kin.
Built of sorrow, brittle and tough,
Edges that scrape, as life gets rough.

Verse 3
Across the street, a woman prayed,
Bearing the weight of her life’s decay.
Blood tears mourned a child lost to war,
The echoes of grief she couldn't ignore.

Anastasia wept for a stranger’s sorrow,
Without knowing why, just feeling the blow.
In her heart, the salt of shared pain,
A silent bond in life’s disdain.

Chorus
Anastasia dreams of love that waits,
Of promises bound, against cruel fates.
In every face, a story told,
She searches for warmth in this world so cold.

Bridge
Dusk fell and wrapped the city tight,
Another day to fold, to bid goodnight.
And tomorrow would rise and fall again,
With paths too steep, dreams broken in vain.

Verse 4
Anastasia sits by her window’s view,
Watching the world, the dance of the few.
She knows life’s river carries on,
With currents wild, till hope is gone.

She drifts to sleep, her heart unchained,
Grateful for tears that cleanse the pain.
In each stranger, she finds release,
In a fleeting moment of silent peace.

Outro
Anastasia sleeps, her heart unbound,
The weight of life a softer sound.
She knows life’s river, wild and true,
Will carry her till skies turn blue.

Final Chorus
Anastasia dreams of love that waits,
Of promises bound, against cruel fates.
In every face, a story told,
She searches for warmth in this world so cold.

Anastasia's laments

Anastasia

Land Of Wonders (Arabic Trap)

ice cave 1 44 bpm take 1 2625

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