MIDNIGHT IN THE ROSE

Misunderstood (Deluxe)

What Do You Want

What Do You Want (feat. Bermuda Peedee) [Remix]

Superman

Final Mission

“Big Bag” is an energetic hip-hop song Produced by Dominican producer Giga Beat in collaboration with NYC rapper Blamecito. In this track, Giga Beat combines synthesizers with flute melodies, heavy 808s, and West Coast-style drums accompanied by the lyrics of Blamecito. Mix by multi-platinum audio engineer Eric Vargas.  

Big Bag

ALL I GOT LEFT

dont care to know - jodylaflam - prod. sorrow bringer

Happiness

🎵 Michael Terance - Don’t Make Amends 🎵
An anthem of resilience and self-determination, this alternative rap track dives deep into loyalty, ambition, and staying true to yourself through life’s toughest challenges. Raw, introspective, and unapologetically real, “Don’t Make Amends” delivers a poetic flow that hits hard. Tap in and feel the journey.
Smart URL: https://song.link/us/i/1789860182

Don't Make Amends (Prod. MTMBeatz)

LYRICS:

V12 stroke hit me hard as hell, I'm still ill, need someone, don't need the bells
But I'm dead, I can't read a word you say but that's alright and ok, so many thoughts on my brain

Someone else had no clue on this, screw on this,  then she went to the rome, blew a kiss
The numbers had me freaking as fuck, produce no shit, like I had a gun in my hand, don't ever touch my shit

They playing funny as hell, love isn't tale, nothing on scale, baby coke isn't real
Juice was the curse for me, trashed on me, my village is the weirdest place, don't come or come for me

Slipping like I'm eating a pill, making them ill, shaking the drills, brother paid my bill, like no one knew this shit, so don't blew this shit, damaged my brain for the revenge on you bitch

What's wrong with you oh you taking my meds 
nah just go to bed or you might need some help
Hail Mary full of grace, it's so unfair, this bitch locked me now I have to pay for the rent

God damn it went wet, I drama the wreck
Karma was real, trashing on girls felt no pain
But I was cool on what's happening, drugs surrounding me, they clowning on me, left me like your mama is killed

Sama was drilled, lama ain't me, trama in street,
drama in street, karma is a bitch, left no one but
mice and the freaks, would you cycle me please
cause there's still God and Evil in me

Till the day I was born, from the lord to the son, come along come along, live alone, die alone
Now I'm doing my best to solve the mess that I've made
Recovery was a thing but that shit put me through hell

Sometimes I feel like I'm mistaken or it's just changing my mind
Or just to travel through time to say everyone's fine
I don't fuck with the numbers for now, talk with the uncle
Apologies for stylish, now I'm flexing like clown

My style is enough for them unless it went whacked 
They jumping on my bed, no more kissing them back
Slowly waiting them crack and messing their fam
I can't fuck with you homie cause you stab me at the back

I read the kindle everyday cause this is my sleeping pills
Playboy I ain't or I might turn into a bread
You know everything'bout roast it always goes back and forth 
Maybe I should jump on the road and just be burger a ghost 

You can't play a dice on me, psych on me, 
Write this shit, my fans said could you slide that shit
I always thought about it, had no clue oh whatever
If we keep playing like this humanity will be gone forever

V12 Stroke

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I’m a paramedic, you know my whole aesthetic.

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