Hyper pop

with https://soundcloud.com/rouri404 prod https://soundcloud.com/prod-plxce

lyrics :)

I've been wasting a lot of time, but I'm alright
I've been running 'round in cricles, tryna catch my mind
And I can't move on, I swear I tried
And I can not see past my own eyes

I know I talk way too much
My friends tell me I'm fucking up
I know I'm thinking way too much
Can't hear what you say, I'm breaking up

I know I talk way too much
My friends tell me I'm fucking up
I know I'm thinking way too much
Can't hear what you say, I'm breaking up

Empty hallways 
Running, and you fall at night 
Catching up, Know I’m always by your side
In the mirror my reflection never bats an eye
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, boutta turn out the lights 
There is something in this house, and I know it’s not right
There is someone in the backseat of my ride
Hearing whispers in the attic
Cold hands on my back, sending shivers down my spine

I know I talk way too much
My friends tell me I'm fucking up
I know I'm thinking way too much
Can't hear what you say, I'm breaking up

stream/buy

too much w/ rouri404 (plxce)

vocals by me and rouri 
art by phixel


wut do u want frm me?
i been silently waiting 4 u to leave
its a problem with u & not a problem w me
i been stuck in place, not moving constantly
u think ur safe w/ ur back trned
dnt feel surprised when this blade makes ur neck hurt
jus close ur eyes & wish 4 things to get bettter
acid lies always burning thru my sweatshirt

YOUTUBE

problem with u ft. rouri404 (yungspoiler)

i need some water, my throat is getting dry again
hard to keep my attention when i'm off of a xan
bad bitch shit, bet you're new to it
i told you not to talk to me don't wanna hear that stupid shit you gotta say
digging up a shallow grave 
(honestly!)

LAX to NYC
All designer brands on me
Fuck that! (ohhh)
I'm just tryna get a big bag!
They keep asking if I'm (upppppppp)
Bitch I been that

I think I'm becoming selfish
And I don't think I wanna change regardless
of what I've been on
moving in silence i'm moving alone
labels keep texting me shit that i don't understand but i'm getting my check and I'm gone
bringing him into my whip i'mma hit it and dip i could never show him some respect
i done lost so many friends, but they all crawling back now they know that I'm next up

and I'm stressed and they want my life and I don't know why

Yeah my life is filled with 
dog tags
prada bags
fake bitches
jetlag

rolling up
counting up
popping beans and getting st- stuck

cherry fanta
pop a bus
redbull
(throw it up)

face down
asphalt
Don't know when I've had enough

bad bitch shit p. billsburyjoeboi x ria

s/o britney for the inspo
video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TgXAIcPp4Eo
lyrics:
[pre-hook]
you tell me im toxic, heard it all before
everytime you left, i know you wanted more
you're a special, different kind of insecure
not an antidote, im not a fucking cure
make it natural, i don't force
you at like every damn show on my tour
you on like every damn drug on that floor &
now i'm at every damn one of these stores

[hook]
you say im toxic baby
these toxins take me
they tell me i'll go crazy
please don't mind me saying,
im not toxic baby
i just play pretend
cause we got options lately
we got rules to bend

[verse]
onto the next one, i ain't ever been the type to be an extra
and all these bitches swear to god they the baddest
they hit me up on ig for the address
she wake up at ten to do her makeup 
if you want sum lil boy you better take sum
and i ain't never really had to fucking fake nun
and now we all up on your block tryna shake sum
tragic, i swear its tragic, overdramatic 
magic, they think its magic, she's so ecstatic
there aint no two of me, i swear you're new to me
let's quit the foolery, burn this to new degrees

[pre-hook]
you tell me im toxic, heard it all before
everytime you left, i know you wanted more
you're a special, different kind of insecure
not an antidote, im not a fucking cure
make it natural, i don't force
you at like every damn show on my tour
you on like every damn drug on that floor &
now i'm at every damn one of these stores

[hook]
you say im toxic baby
these toxins take me
they tell me i'll go crazy
please don't mind me saying,
im not toxic baby
i just play pretend
cause we got options lately
we got rules to bend

toxic

toxic (mochila + tim randolph)

i know you hate me

verses in order
@vaeo-music
@yaki_a01
@rouri404
@cbrtrash
@bhertuy
@tsuyunoshi
@captain_morg
@dead4cf
@k0a
@lolydkm
@dylanlongworth
@1maxime
@sudbath
@polar333

im done (capcort)

SID THE KID

premonition (yungspoiler)

THANK U FOR 100K ON PLAY PRETEND I LOV EU ALL. 

produced by 31sentinel + simon m 

AWOWAOEIAIEA AWOOOGA AWOOGA WOEOAIE cybertraash

SOS w/ reef (31sentinel + simon m)

OUT NOW ON ALL PLATS https://songwhip.com/ashsocozy/red-dress
TY EVERYONE
@dead4cf
@yaki_a01
@prodkbl
shoutout niz u handsome caramel devil

SPOTIFY

red dress w/ 4cf + yaki (prod. KBL)

made this today decided to post
thank you to lukas

whos that (yung lukas)

siemspark beat
the discord is in the process of being made.
it will be up soon!

liar

<3
spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/6yi4fEiQI2loxxqP6ssmTD?si=6703114e8b80452f

you better go (@1ohmygon)

Metropole Virus
They met beneath the city—beneath the clubs, beneath the gloss.

One was a dominatrix known only as Ryn Vanta, with a voice like crushed velvet and a taste for sonic pain. She ran a masked lounge in Frankfurt’s red-light shadows, where men paid for control and left broken by silence. The other, Nova Skeld, was a dancer turned data-runner in the Bahnhofsviertel, trafficking glances and synth packets across latex alleys and glitch-lit strip bars.

They collided at 4AM in a backroom booth—Nova mid-rush, Ryn mid-set—surrounded by pulsing strobes and bodies chasing chemical escape. No pleasantries. Just eye contact, and the mutual recognition of the kind of loneliness that sells out nightly but never cashes in.

That same week, Nova sampled Ryn’s whispered monologue and looped it through a trance beat tracked over CCTV hum. It hit like perfume and concrete. They locked themselves in a neon-stained studio above a brothel in Kabukicho and started turning trauma into sound.

What They Became
Genre: Dance/trance noir with industrial bruises and seductive decay

Aesthetic: Glitch lace, strobe seduction, cybernetic cabaret

Message: Pleasure is political. Music is memoir. Shame is currency.

Live Shows: Masked rituals. Intercut sex worker testimonials. Surveillance visuals. Strip-club hymns with synth breakdowns.

Zona Norte

@reinabe

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im done (capcort)

GORESET

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