Name: “Seashells” ft. Amanito (prod. Mark1) by god molecule
Duration: 2 min 16 s
Description: “Yo listen to this, tell me we can’t make a beat out of this somehow”

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“Yo listen to this, tell me we can’t make a beat out of this somehow”

“Seashells” ft. Amanito (prod. Mark1)

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beat by sixtoxion
mix&master by mazuro

kamisama (prod. sixtoxion)

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Getting By - ICONiCGRL (Feat. Seabass)

Validation (Prod. Haaga)

PIECE OF SHIT {PROD ANTICON}

pest (ft starboy zyion) (prod. xosloth) *OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS*

And The Radio Goes by Star System Legal

Woke up late, same bed I slept in,
Alarm quit early, guess it gave in.
Mirror say “bro, you look dead.”
I nod back once, yeah, message read.

Bank app load got me stressin,
Spin that wheel like a game show question.
Bills on the counter, color-coded red,
I flip ‘em face down, problem dead.

Dog bark loud, mom start yellin,
I yell “yeah” back, kinda lyin.
Cereal dust at the end of the bag,
I shake it hard like “don’t do that.”

Radio on, kitchen still lit,
Same song play but I don’t skip.
DJ talk like he been here,
Say “hang tight, kid,” loud and clear.

Life ain’t big, life ain’t small,
Just kinda there, that’s all.
If it fall apart, I let it fall,
Turn it up till the speakers stall.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Drive past the same old grocery store,
Buzzin’ lights, I seen ‘em before.
Park my car in the same damn floor,
Like the pavement know me for sure.

See a friend that I knew in school,
We nod real quick like “still cool.”
He say “man, I’m leavin’ soon,”
I say “for sure,” but we both fooled.

Saturday night, not a thing,
Remote control like a wedding ring.
Scroll too long, thumb sore,
End up watchin’ what I watched before.

Radio hum fill the floor,
Make the quiet less hardcore.
It don’t rush, it don’t explore,
It just play… like it paid to ignore.

Middle lane, I’m okay,
Same damn night, different day.
If this it, I’ll probably stay,
Tomorrow look the same damn way.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Stand too long by candy bars,
Two bucks left, thinkin’ hard.
Milky Way smooth, Skittles sharp,
Switch twice, blockin’ carts.

Clerk sigh loud, guy look scarred,
This my thrill, don’t judge my heart.
Flip a coin, heads or stars,
Either way, I’m who I are.

Life ain’t epic, life plain,
Same routines, same lane.
Big dreams ride shotgun brain,
But I ain’t mad, I maintain.

Radio sing ‘bout switchin’ lanes,
I sing ‘bout standin’ in the rain.
Still tap beats, still feel sane,
Some boring days feel well-earned pain.

If you sittin’ there feelin’ plain,
Like nothin’ lost and nothin’ gained.
Just know somebody feel the same,
Same small life, same campaign.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
Yeah, the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

And The Radio Goes

Fakefriends(trapmoneybiggie)

Cut Up Tore Up

Day by day I be smilin & smilin, but every damn night, my thoughts will be wildin'.
The torchering silence, I'm drowning in sorrows, my demons they whisper "I'm dying".
They get in my concious; losing my head, sometimes forget where my mind is.
Been feelin so mindless, Dawn by Dawn
Hour by hour, been feeling so mofuckin lifeless.
Defenition for life is, worry bout yours.
I don't give a fuck.
The devil inside it's, a feeling so strong, I cannot go wrong, I'm vibing just pass me that bong.
I cannot fuck with your songs.
Ya'll just be talkin about money and trying to ball.
I cannot fuck with ya'll.
I cannot fuck with ya'll. (cant fuck with ya'll)

None of Ya'll got no real problems, I can resolve them, I could just start them.
I fucked up my mind, I got my own problems.
Slowly evolving, grab that revolver show them a party.
Killing for lies; a martyr.
Open your eyes, the bible of lies.
Your wasting your life, also your time.
Naming you Robin I'll hang you with ties, calling it Cobain I'm blowing your mind, it is not Whitney that's killing these lines, I'm the new hitler I'm taking your lives.
Paying you all back with genocide.
Ya'll wanna ride?
Ya'll wanna ride to hell?
I'll bring you myself, don't ring me the bell, your soul is on sale? You are not real.
Grabbing your face, now it's smashed on the rail.
You brought this on yourself,
brought all this on your fuckin self.
Don't ask or don't tell, I'll cut off your limbs & I'll blame the cartels.
Satan inside, don't fail me now.

All of that fuck shit that's in your lies
I cannot function look in my eyes
I cannot bullshit like all the time
I've died inside.
All of that fuck shit that's in your lies
I cannot function look in my eyes
I cannot bullshit like all the time
I've died inside, I've died inside.

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