cash my money 一屏幕都是0
病毒泄漏在我身体 im not be fine
旋律环绕我思绪他们盘绕我脚底
其实什么危险我都不怕 怕的是自己
ye my shawty 我的痛苦泄漏给你
他们都是一群傻逼 笑话我的扭曲肢体
i was falling down
i was falling down
小孩揍你没得商量
我在想你的每个雨夜
信息丢失泄漏那个季节
小弟都跑来给我喊爹
泄漏你的原因是我结节
身体被泄漏信息被泄漏
别来惹我就泄漏你们的所有

泄露（p.6astard）

prod @dj-poser @mmassi

baby we both could die so lets tonight
since u came into my life i lost every rhyme
i cant see shit i lost sight
i cant say shit im not a spy
new sensation in town ofc its one of my guys
couldnt move i was petrified
i was tryna inspire
i think i lost track
promise i wont leave but i gotta recharge
i meant every single thing i said im not gonna track back
ill put it on your finger like a lady bug
running out of time but for u i got time
yeah u make me feel like every joke is well timed
like i shine
i been losing it all but its not a sacrifice
ive been steering the ship towards the ice
still i dont wanna listen to their advice
made me feel like the bad guy i thought i was nice
i thought i was nice
damn 
been losing myself
really i should drop the angel
shout out kris he call me angel
in a crysis we all gon eat
ill make sure of it
ill make sure ill carry team
its so beautiful it cant be as it seems
2026 u still rocking supreme
i get clothes from the bay
yeah this shit from baked boy (we came a long way)
thats my boy
yeah u should watch out boy
every single thing u say is so annoying
i dont really enjoy living i enjoy destroying
sorry if im so disappointing

towards the ice (dj poser x massi)

shake n bake (rubbish)

我真想死
我不想死
但我不想死
但我不想死
你去死
你去死
你去死
我们一起死
我们一起死
夺走我的自由
我有罪但不自首
尸体散发出的恶臭
亲人在你葬礼眼泪流
孤独的感觉
我早已经不干净
我好狠自己
无法掩饰我的杀意
我理解你的心情
我理解你我在倾听
拼命保护脆弱的心
躲着哭泣度过了一夜
求生的本能会对死亡恐惧
我想跳下去再遇见你
我们都向往着美好的世界
他们笑着走了留下了我脸上的血
我是认真的相信我
总是责怪说我没用
吸进去发自内心的笑
所有人都忌惮着你的美貌
一个小偷变成了强盗
直面恐惧那一刻不再弱小
杀人他想要借把刀
杀人他想要借把刀
我不想死
我不想死
我不想死

你别死 (prod.akara)

yuh yuh
i can't hear shit nah, i gotta get my bands up
we don't check the tags, no
i'm at the Goyard store, i put racks in my Fendi bag
we flexin' out the bank, no we don't check the tags, bitch we don't do that
they hating, why they do that?
they fake rock man, they said that we would never make it
nah
shawty want my heart, yeah she wanna break it
we don't check the tags at Fendi store, nah we don't do that
yeah we used to do that
i'm with c9 in Japan, we makin' Mixed Fruit, bitch we do that
and they're hatin' everyday bitch, it's not news man, yes they do that
they really wanna find me, they're like "where's this fuckin' dude at?"
i walk up in this bitch, Mixed Fruit on me man, they're like "who that?"
they said we'd never make it
i can't really hear shit bitch, i just be out motherfuckin' skatin'
i'm in the studio man, making collection 1
i had nothing, sleepin' on the street man, i had none
i made it out the jam, i don't know how i did that

yuh
Mixed Fruit on me man, that's all that i rock
it was same clothes everyday, man i was rockin' the same socks
same socks
bitch don't talk to me if it's not bout' guap

yuh
i'm makin' shit
keep his bitch up off my dick
they're talkin' in my ear, but no i really cannot hear shit
broke bitch tried to press me for 10 racks, but she didn't get shit
tried to put lame shit on my name
bad bitch look like Charli, gave me brain
my bitch she bad like Mindy Kaling
why your bitch look like The Thing?
Cav Empt on me, feel like Sk8Thing
i'm makin' songs, but i don't sing
pain in my heart, man that shit sting
got hate in your heart, man that shit sucks

yuh

thought you said that we would never make it

ive lost count

it never amounts to anything

i lost myself

burnt through

Any two celestial bodies share five Lagrange points, invisible places where gravity and motion find balance.
Human partners are no different.
Between two people, there are also points of equilibrium.

L2 is not closeness, and not escape.
It is the place just beyond the pull, where attraction and distance cancel each other out.
Where passion no longer overwhelms, and anger no longer pushes away.

At L2, the forces remain.
They simply agree to coexist.

Lagrange Point L2

It’s interesting that, when experiencing music either as a composer or listener, one of the main and almost instant takeaways is the beat; I also believe the same can be said of life. From before birth this mysterious beat exists within us all; when the beat ceases so do we.

Writing this piece almost at the year’s end, the beat is still there but becoming more and more distant and less distinct; the days can seem both long and, at one and the same time, also over in a matter of seconds as the light arrives slowly and stays less and less as we head towards the solstice when the sun stands still as its path pauses before reversing direction. The music reminds me of a clock, a grandfather clock, slowly counting the seconds until its beat too is silenced.

The title of this piece came to me as I was, once again, preparing to pack up my studio to move to another location, slightly more rural and certainly more remote. It occurred to me that, in the days between packing and unpacking, I could possibly use some interval music - music already composed, recorded and ready to post; I was reminded of the “Potter’s Wheel” one of the interval films that was used by the BBC in my early childhood to cover for the many intervals in programming, to allow for changes between studios, or for the frequent studio breakdowns.

The films used were mildly engaging, but not so much that the viewer would miss anything if they looked away; although this music performs the same function, I do hope that you find my music more than mildly engaging ❤️ॐ

ive lost count

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