Saster - Amusia remix by Awe

Milk (2023 Game of The Year Edition)

it's dope I am not gonna lie
(Composed by awe, originated from saster.)

AMUSIA V2 (SCRAPPED MIX) // FNF: HYPNO'S LULLABY V3 (REVIVAL)

MY HORIZON (HONKISH MIX/UNFINISHED) // FNF: ILLEGAL INSTRUCTIONS (REMASTERED/CANCELLED)

Thumbnail Artist: 
https://twitter.com/ofariol_
Fire - Composition, Instrumentation, Mixing, & Mastering
Geeky - Additional Composition Advice

YT Upload: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXdy7HAl8Qk
FLP: https://youtu.be/fsOUZpxt6VI

Mario Is Missing (V2)

By: Seebas/Nayu, Checkty
For: Pace, Shadow 
Mod: Executable Mania 

also some unknown 3rd voice, idk man

SELF PACED v2 (Executable Mania)

yt upload: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXPF0Bm4u9w

GROWNLOAD HIT SKRINGLE (ITS GRAWSOME): https://gamebanana.com/mods/395039

the way this got in was a massive fucking story i dont feel like explaining rn

get the Fucking Loop Project (flp): https://drive.google.com/file/d/1oWLdOtaJkh4gbYfxzk3rmT_r74UNQRlY/view?usp=sharing

Hit Single Real: SORETRO

The official SoundCloud upload of Execution SIDE-B.

What do you want from me

Execution SIDE-B

Vs. Sonic.EXE: Origins OST - Execution SIDE-B

Official yt upload: https://youtu.be/CBD7BwmaG-s?si=AzsuU6CrRAl1fI7w

Song made by @redseas07

Free-4-Me: REDMIX - RodentRap/Sonic Legacy

art by
https://bsky.app/profile/shultzyng.bsky.social

KOOPALINGS - FNF VARIETY VAULT OST

GRIP GRIP
GRIP GRIP
GRIP ...

Cold iron breathes by the docks, the river keeps score,
We read the tide in heatmaps on the floor.
Ghosts in plate numbers, cash in the rain,
Thread lines through shadows, name after name.
We pull first—before the sirens know,
A fist round the rope where futures go.

No luck, only patience – patterns we tame;
Forecast, not folklore – edge of the flame.
Praevenire vincere est – learned in the night;
We write the angle before the fight.

We get a GRIP on the dark before it grips us,
Hands on the rope of the hours to come.
Action beats reaction — move like a compass,
Turn of the wrist and the city hums.
GRIP — hold, don’t slip.
GRIP — eyes ahead of the whip.

Ring road flickers, amber in rain,
Cranes like metronomes counting the strain.
We follow the echo, not just the shout,
Map what they’ll enter — then seal the route.
A needle of light through fabric of smoke,
Pull at the thread — see the pattern yoke.

No bluff, only numbers — breath on the glass;
Signal in murmurs — the future we cast.
Antverpia vigilat, under the skin,
We draw the radius, shrink it to pin.

GRIP — before they move.
GRIP — make the groove.
GRIP — set the pace.
GRIP — own the chase.

Praevenire, praeventio —
Lux ante motum, manus in funem.

Unit to unit — quiet like tide.
Mark the corridor — close from the side.
Three breaths — then pull.

We get a GRIP on the dark before it grips us,
Hands on the rope of the hours to come.
Action beats reaction — move like a compass,
Turn of the wrist and the city hums.
GRIP — hold, don’t slip.
GRIP — eyes ahead of the whip.

Rope warms in the palm, dawn thins the smoke,
Scheldt turns silver — lines we wrote.
When the city exhales, we loosen the knot —
Grip still printed where the night forgot.

Saster - Amusia remix by Awe

yeet feet wolfie