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mixed/mastered by @heylog

lyrics:
in my head
i lost touch with reality
am i dead?
oh no, i think they're afraid of me

how long am i gonna feel this way?
(passed out on my bedroom floor)
hey mom, do you think i'll be okay?
(can't feel my hands anymore)

if it's the last night for me
hold both my hands tight as i go in peace

cause i'm convinced
i have reached my end
(all these headlights blinding me)
i'm done, i quit
a white flag turned to red
(why is all this happening)

6am still haven’t been to sleep
7 hours trapped inside this dream
roll my window down and feel the breeze
then i feel a light fall over me
(could it be?)

finally, i am free

day by day, don't fear
it's not my time yet
i will stay right here
and find peace in my head

pharmacy (prod. shesaid)

Produced by Chanting and Johnny Frank

Mixed and Mastered by Johnny

Revenge

u can leave if u have 2 (feat. La Serg)

Vlud is a GOAT, for real. Love you all. <3

Aestus (ft. Vlud Diamond)

Running Out of Time (prod. zyeq x vendr)

[SOLD] "asylum" | joji type beat | lofi

"closure" | joji piano type beat | sad lofi

The night air was warm enough to taste.
A slow breeze drifted through the open‑air courtyard, carrying the scent of roasted spices, sweet fruit, and the distant hum of drums echoing from somewhere deep within the city. Lanterns hung from the trees like floating embers, swaying gently as if they were breathing with the rhythm.
Amara stepped into the crowd, her skin glowing in the amber light. She didn’t come here often — only on nights when the world felt heavy and she needed to remember who she was beneath all the noise. Tonight, the music called her before she even heard it.
A soft pulse.
A rolling bassline.
A rhythm that felt ancient and new at the same time.
The DJ stood beneath a canopy of woven branches, surrounded by percussionists tapping out intricate patterns on talking drums and shakers. The beat was fast — unmistakably Drum & Bass — but the soul of it was African, warm and alive, moving through the crowd like a heartbeat.
Amara closed her eyes.
The first vocal drifted through the speakers — a woman’s voice, soft and sweet, brushing against her skin like warm breath. It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It carried a kind of intimacy that made the entire courtyard lean in.
Bodies swayed.
Feet shifted.
The dance began.
Amara felt the rhythm wrap around her, pulling her deeper into the moment. Her hips moved first, slow and fluid, then her shoulders, then her whole body, guided by the hypnotic blend of percussion and bass. She wasn’t thinking anymore. She wasn’t trying. She was remembering.
Remembering the nights she danced barefoot on her grandmother’s porch.
Remembering the lullabies sung in soft, lilting tones.
Remembering the stories told through rhythm long before she understood the words.
The music wasn’t just sound — it was lineage.
A man stepped into her orbit, moving with the same effortless sway. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Their rhythms aligned instantly, like they had been dancing together in another lifetime. The crowd around them blurred into colour and motion as they moved in perfect sync.
The vocals rose again — sultry, breathy, hypnotic — weaving through the drums like silk. Amara felt the sound settle into her chest, warm and electric. Every note felt like a touch. Every lyric felt like a secret.
The bass dropped.
The courtyard erupted.
Feet pounded the earth.
Hands lifted to the sky.
The drums answered with fire.
Amara laughed — a soft, breathless sound — as the energy surged through her. She felt alive in a way she hadn’t felt in months, as if the music was stitching her back together with every beat.
The man spun her gently, and for a moment the world slowed. Lanterns glowed brighter. The air shimmered. The vocals whispered like a promise:
Move with me…
Stay with me…
Breathe with me…
Amara opened her eyes.
The night wasn’t just beautiful — it was hers.
And as the rhythm carried her into the early hours, she realised something simple and true:
Some songs don’t just make you dance.
They make you remember who you are.

Midnight Honey Africa

“Old News, New News”

Written/Performed By: Guti, Jadedloner, procaine
Produced By: beats mode. 
Mixed/Mastered By: Jadedloner

LL ✨🖤

Old News, New News w/ procaine & Jadedloner [beats mode.]

ifeelblue (+ 2myst47 x kenodarkness) prod.aymen x gavinhadley_

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