Stal

my sample packs - https://lovibepacks.gumroad.com/

full project/support - 
https://lovibe.bandcamp.com/album/lolife-v2

Kendrick Lamar - Untitled 05 (LoVibe. Remix)

good man with a broken heart ( Kendrick Lamar - Untitled 05 remix )

nobody's put this album up? 
guess ill do it myself, support the creator here though 
https://girlfriends.bandcamp.com/album/girlfriends

Girlfriends

New Computers

lake loops

まほうのじゅうたん/Mahou No Jyuutan-Hyakkei

Open Closed Open

pilot: 

an old rockstar from back in the day has been living from paycheck to paycheck after some freak accident happened and completely killed his career back in the early 2000's after a tour in London. losing the girl of his dreams to his best friend and him taking all the success. Finally, after years of scrapping by its finally not enough and he gets an eviction notice in the mail. life starts unraveling and he's about to find out the real reason why his career ended and its all in this "eviction letter" in the mail...

I REALLY HATE BEING EVICTED *final notice*

Lyrics:

é festa do p. diddy,
todo mundo vai ta lá,
é festa do p. diddy,
vamos comemorar,
na festa do p. diddy,
todo mundo vai dançar,
é tanta curtição,
que balança até o chão,
entrei na sala errada,
vi o pinto dum negrão,
é festa do p. diddy,
todo mundo vai ta lá,
é festa do p. diddy,
vamos comemorar,
na festa do p. diddy,
todo mundo vai dançar,

Festa do P. Diddy

lil peep - nuts instrumental (slowed) no drums

she always mattered / I never stopped loving her / something else killed me

Inner Letter (Present, Always)

I write from the brim of pain,
and love lives here, steady and warm.

You always matter to me.
In your eyes and your nearness, I find a listening place.
I carry the living proof of being seen—
a brief light that stays with me.

Your silence cuts like a broken thread.
I reach for words with gentleness and respect.
I hold close the wish for tenderness, an embrace, a small joy.

I love you.
You always matter.
I never stop loving you.

I wish you peace, light, and ease—
softness and happiness along your road.

My suffering speaks of love.
It says I believe in a bond.
It says I live.

I hold a hard contradiction:
I keep the link within me,
and I learn life apart from it.
Something else does the killing—
the weight, the distance, the fracture in time—
and I keep walking.

I write for myself as well:
to honor what I feel as real,
to honor the love I give,
to give my pain a rightful place,
to loosen judgment.

I love you.
I love the part of me that speaks these words.
I walk—wounded and alive—one breath at a time.

Festa do P. Diddy

Guilty Clone