Don't Care

Fuzziekiss & THEHOMEBOIII - Don't Care

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eyes open before i go (prod.shadow)

The air hums low with whispers of thought,
A canvas stretched, her brushlines caught.
The café buzzes, but she’s somewhere far,
Lost in a world where symbols are stars.

"What stories linger in the curve of her hand?
What secrets unfold in the lines she’s planned?"

Her brush moves slow, like a dancer’s grace,
Tracing a serpent with a human face.
The sun and moon, a union bold,
Bound by chains of silver and gold.

"What does it mean, the dragon’s tongue?
The wheel that turns where the stars are hung?"

"It’s the circle of time, the world own game,
The search for truth, for a hidden flame."

Through the twelve gates, where the riddles gleam,
A sacred path, a golden dream.
Lead to silver, silver to gold,
The right and perfect meanes unfold.

The colors shift as the story grows,
A phoenix rises where the poppy blows.
She tilts her head, the brush held tight,
"It’s the ashes reborn in the fire’s light."

"And what of the stone, the one they seek?
Does it live in this scroll, in words they speak?"

"The stone’s not found in the gold they crave,
It’s the heart that loves, the soul that’s brave."

Through the twelve gates, where the symbols play,
A sacred science to light the way.
Lead to silver, silver to gold,
The right and perfectest meanes retold.

Her eyes alight with the fire she stokes,
A story lives in the art she evokes.
The serpent coils where the eagle flies,
An ouroboros of infinite ties.

"She paints a world where the broken mend,
A map of hope, where circles end."

"Are you lost in thought, or lost in me?
The symbols speak if you choose to see."

The dragon breathes, the phoenix sings,
The cycle turns where the fire clings.
"We’re all brave, in our own way,
Turning grief to light, to find the day."

"And you, the artist, the keeper of dreams,
Show me the truth in these gilded streams."

She hands him the brush, his fingers still,
"Add your mark, wherever you will."
He draws a line, where the rivers meet,
A quiet echo, soft and sweet.

"You’ve gilded the stream with a silver gleam,
Now it’s part of our daring dream."

"Together we build what the world can’t see,
A map of hope, a legacy."

Through the twelve gates, where the secrets hide,
A sacred path where love abides.
Lead to silver, silver to gold,
The right and perfectest meanes unfold.

The brush lays down, the colors blend,
The story told, yet it won’t end.
In every mark, a piece of flame,
The right and perfectest meanes remain.

The Right and Perfectest Meanes

inside?

Yeah, Im Flexin

with me (ft. xykho)

Så lunka vi så småningom
Från Bacchi buller och tumult,
När döden ropar, Granne kom,
Ditt timglas är nu fullt.
Du Gubbe fäll din krycka ner,
Och du, du Yngling, lyd min lag,
Den skönsta Nymf som åt dig ler
Inunder armen tag.

First up, mate on the 3:12 train,
Rain on the window, steams up the pane.
Slumped in his hoodie, boots untied,
Dreams of a holiday, budget denied.
Calendar packed, phone battery dead,
But still he smiles, lifts up his head.
Life ain’t perfect, but hear what I say—
Breathe deep, love, it’s just another day.

Tycker du att dagen är för lång,
Trångt kontor och dresscode tvång
nå, välan än så hör då denna sång.
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så går det lättare.

See her there, oat latte and toast,
Posting her brekkie, “I love me” post.
Ring light halo, filter glow,
Underneath it all, she’s just tryna grow.
Swaps her heels for battered flats,
Walks home alone past streetlamp splats.
Café philosophers, heart on sleeve,
Little sips of courage before she leaves.

You ever feel that weight?
Like you’re carrying sky bricks in a Tesco bag?
Same, mate. Keep walking.

Tycker du att världen känns för stor,
nå, välan så spring från storebror,
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så går det lättare.

Old gent down the allotment rows,
Whispers to his tomatoes as they grow.
Wool cap, flask, Radio Wales hum,
Weather app says rain but the sun’s still come.
He lost someone once, don’t talk much,
Tends the soil with a gentle touch.
Weeds or wildflowers? Who’s to say?
All of us bloom in our own weird way.

Young lad skint, pockets all bare,
Friday pint ‘cos he still don’t care.
Mates on the WhatsApp, banter’s alive,
Takes the long route home just to survive.
Council flat lights, moon on the wall,
Swears at the stars but forgives them all.
Life ain’t golden, but still it’s bright,
Even cold chips taste good at midnight.

Tycker du att skatten är för hög,
Lön som aldrig dög, hela livet sög
nå, välan ta så chill drill, puff puff pass
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så går det lättare, ser du de?

Parent at 4AM, bleary-eyed stare,
Rocking the baby, whispered prayer.
Milk-stained T-shirt, “We’re alright, yeah?”
Heartbeat lullaby fills the air.
One day they’ll grow, dance on their own,
But tonight you’re together, safe, homegrown.
Lean into the moment, don’t rush through,
Even messy love is the purest true.

Tycker du att natten är för lång,
Mata, byta, gång på gång.
nå, välan ta dig då en stund,
ta dig sen dito en, dito två, dito tre,
så hittar du tillbaka till dig själv lättare.

Säg är du nöjd? min granne säg,
Så prisa värden nu till slut;
Om vi ha en och samma väg,
Så följoms åt; drick ut.
Men först med vinet rött och vitt,
För vår Värdinna bugom oss,
Och halkom sen i graven fritt,
Vid aftonstjärnans bloss.

Song for dinner

Fazekas x 8jaxx - What I want

Vogue

야간 모드 켜고, 알림은 무음, 마지막 문장 자동저장 중.
커서가 깜빡일 때마다 내 심장도 깜빡임.
“보내기”는 회색, 마음은 검은 배경.
오늘은 여기까지 — 로그아웃… 하기 전에.

프로필 사진 속 웃음은 오래된 캐시,
타임라인엔 별빛만 끝없이 스크롤돼, yeah.
말풍선엔 미완의 고백, 초안함에 갇혀,
백스페이스로 지운 나를 다시 타이핑해.
읽음 체크 두 개 대신 침묵이 파랗게 켜져,
상태 점은 회색, 나의 점도 흐려져.
비밀번호처럼 외운 마지막 말 하나,
정답 칸은 비어 있는데 손끝만 얼어져.

로그아웃 하기 전에, 누가 내 이름을 불러주면
“거기 있니?” 같은 한 줄이면 돼 — 아주 천천히, 선명해.
삭제 대신 저장해, 나를 잠깐 더 붙잡게,
밤의 끝 페이지를 넘기지 않게,
로그아웃 하기 전에.

손끝으로 우는 법을 오늘도 배워,
키보드는 젖지 않지만 마음은 젖어.
타임아웃되는 호흡, 버퍼링 중인 대답,
핑퐁 없는 DM, 불 꺼진 채팅방에 서 있어.
커서는 네 글자 앞에서 떨려:
안녕 — 이게 끝이란 말은 너무 쉬워.
자동완성은 잔인해, 익숙한 패턴만 줘,
“괜찮아”가 기본값, 난 그 옆에 멈춰.

내 안의 모뎀은 여전히 오래된 속도,
끊길 듯 이어지는 흰 소음의 파도.
누가 “접속 중” 푸른 점으로 불러주면,
난 다시 로그인할 이유를 찾아 바로.

로그아웃 하기 전에, 누가 내 이름을 불러주면
“거기 있니?” 같은 한 줄이면 돼 — 아주 소박해도 충분해.
삭제 대신 저장해, 숨이 제자리로 돌아오게,
밤의 끝 페이지를 넘기지 않게,
로그아웃 하기 전에.

— 새 메시지 도착 —
“너 거기 있니?”
잠깐의 정적 후
“응. 그냥… 물어보고 싶어서.”

세 점의 타자표가 심장처럼 깜빡여,
내 안의 어두운 창도 천천히 밝아져.
문장 끝에 마침표 대신 쉼표를 찍어,
살아 있는 문장으로 다음 줄을 이어.
“난 여기 있어.” — 너무 크지 않은 목소리로,
“나도 있어.” — 방에 불 켜듯 작게, 또렷이로.
우리가 주고받은 건 거대한 구원이 아닌,
한 줄의 온기, 그래도 그게 충분히.

지워둔 드래프트를 하나씩 꺼내 펼쳐,
낡은 구겨짐에도 뜻은 여전히 또렷해져.
배터리 1%라도 불빛은 불빛,
한 픽셀의 푸름이면 길이 되어 비춰.

로그아웃 하기 전에, 네가 내 이름을 불러줬네,
“거기 있니?” — “응, 있어.” 그 사이 공백에 숨 쉬게.
삭제 대신 저장해, 내일이란 폴더에
파일명을 붙여: 아직, 진행 중 — 너의 손끝과 나의 밤 끝에.

야간 모드 풀고, 창을 반쯤만 닫아둬,
자동저장은 완료 — 임시저장 아냐, 내일로.
전원 버튼에서 손을 떼 — 아주 천천히,
로그아웃 대신, 잠깐 쉬기

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