this melody sounds so familiar. iconic shit

but... it's love?//

cross addiction ft. AViT

hate me already

red fills my lungs

your hands on my face

bedroom blueprints (out on all platforms)

Be Like You

tie me, ride me
you’re like a chemical
i misunderstood you
and i’m never gonna let you go
violet, violet
my heart is edible
blood drips down the corners of her mouth
inside the catacombs

i want to be you
i want to be so pretty
live to be consumed, oh
how can i have you in me?
it’s all a burning love
it’s awful, i can’t wake up
i really, really wish i felt you
i’m so fucking numb

lights down, runs out
what you got to cry about?
never got a word in with the dog i am 
i lie about
by now, tried now
to leave, she pulls me down
dead would be an insult to the way she looks when i’m around

it’s not too complicated
i want you and nothing else
let me be a part of you
you’ll never ever get it out
eyes first, bite me
can’t get you out my mind
timid all my life but right now i’m not afraid to die

tie me, ride me
you’re like a chemical
i misunderstood you
and i’m never gonna let you go
violet, violet
my heart is edible
blood drips down the corners of her mouth
inside the catacombs

tie me, ride me
you’re like a chemical
i misunderstood you
and i’m never gonna let you go
violet, violet
my heart is edible
blood drips down the corners of her mouth
inside the catacombs


violet, violet

TALK BOY

“WILL IN WINTER BREATH” rides at a cold 140 BPM, blending dark, introspective lyricism with hard-hitting, spiritual energy. It’s a gritty, poetic rap about faith under fire — where frozen streets meet divine redemption. The flow moves sharp and deliberate, built for fans of moody, conscious, and atmospheric hip-hop with weight in the bars and tension in the beat.

Expect icy wordplay, cinematic religious imagery, and underground energy that hits somewhere between street confession and sermon. Perfect for listeners who vibe with dark trap, lyrical spiritual rap, or 140 BPM grime-inspired intensity.

Keywords: dark rap, lyrical rap, 140 BPM, spiritual rap, underground hip-hop, poetic rap, introspective, conscious rap, dark trap, sermon rap, faith and struggle.

lyric:

I wrote my will in winter breath, each syllable a frostbit vow,
Stared the hearse down, blinked first? Never — we can talk that now.
I was prey in the alley, now I pray in the valley of knives,
Let the altar alter me—cut sin loose, rethread my life.
Cross on my back like freight and fate—same weight, same wait,
Every late-night doubt tried taxing grace; He waived that rate.
I keep a psalm in the chamber, spin the cylinder—click, it’s peace,
Devils audit my failures, God redlines each guilty piece.

I’ve seen halos go 404, then patch back in the bleed,
Where the sirens sing in minor C, He majors my need.
I buried versions of me—small funerals behind my eyes,
Every “R.I.P.” became “R.I.S.E.”—watch the letters revise.
If the grave writes laws, then Grace appeals—case closed, say less,
I’ve got tombstone etiquette: bow once, then step.
When the clock gets hostile, I baptize time in faith,
Let the second hand drown, surface clean—new pace.
If death wants rent tonight, slide this note beneath the bar:
“Paid-in-full, signed Blood of the Son”—stamped across my scars.

winter breath

The song opens with a slow, moody guitar riff under light rain sounds, setting a nostalgic but raw tone. A deep, steady kick drum slides in — heartbeat-like — giving weight to the emotion. The vocals start low and smoky, storytelling with attitude and truth, like a late-night confession between best friends.

As the first chorus hits, the production opens up — bright electric guitars, solid snare hits, and a driving bassline lift the energy. The hook feels free and rebellious, with layered vocals and a touch of echo that gives it a rooftop-anthem feel.

The second verse brings a subtle electronic beat under the guitar — tighter rhythm, a little grit in the vocal, emotion rising. By the bridge, the beat drops out, leaving reverb-drenched vocals and ambient synth pads — a moment of empowerment and clarity.

Then the outro bursts back in: loud, laughing, liberating. You can hear glass clinks, city sounds, and that live, unfiltered energy — two voices shouting into the night. The final guitar chord rings out raw and defiant, fading like a fire still burning

besties-again

it’s beautiful, it’s ugly, it’s everything

hate me already

inuday

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