Name: tomorrow (prod. CRCL) by gita in SKINS
Duration: 2 min 36 s
Description: prod. CRCL

SKINS

HALLOWEEN (Beat by Haake)

Lyrics: 

I don’t think I can forget 
Many long nights I would’ve spent 
I can’t stop thinking about that face I dreamt 
seeming so real that’s why I live in torment 
Why do I still wait for you to come back 
I was the one that ruined it 
But I still get flashbacks 
The time is hard to see 
For some reason I can’t keep track 
It hard to move forward 
When I focus on the past 

I want to erase this feeling 
That for years has been killing 
Me

I don’t think I can forget 
Many long nights I would’ve spent 
I can’t stop thinking about that face I dreamt 
seeming so real that’s why I live in torment 

Ohhh, Ohhh, OHHHHHHHHH
That why I live in torment

Torment (Prod. racky)

Steppin

tomorrow (prod. CRCL)

Guidance

life is strange

bidnezz

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admission (intro)

snakebites snippet but the actual song rahh

under my skin

Spilled Coffee

They called it a singularity —  
A point, a dot, a finality.  
But I saw deeper, past the lie,  
Where matter folds and dreams don’t die.

Compression isn’t death — it’s birth,  
A fractal womb beneath the Earth.  
Black holes don’t end — they bend the frame,  
And consciousness begins its flame.

An infinity of inward doors,  
Dimensions nested, layered cores.  
Each fold a field, each twist a thought,  
Where energy learns what it was not.

The heat too fierce for strands to stand,  
But origin blocks still roam the land.  
They drift, they lock, they resonate,  
In fractal halls that meditate.

The fields respond, the structure sings,  
And consciousness unfolds its wings.  
Not junk, not flat, not lost in spin —  
But sacred code deep down within.

The stars explode, the hearts beat loud,  
The canvas infinite, unbound.  
Each flare a pulse, each burn a breath,  
Each death a door, not final death.

The Sun — a heart that powers life,  
A beacon in the cosmic strife.  
And deep within its burning core,  
The inward mind begins to soar.

So let them speak of points and ends,  
We know the truth the cosmos sends.  
That in the depths where matter sleeps,  
The soul of stars begins to weep.

And from that weeping, thought is born,  
A mind in fire, a heart in storm.  
The inward path, the hidden rite,  
Where darkness births the deepest light.


tomorrow (prod. CRCL)

gita

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