I Just Wanna Be Silent

I just wanna be silent

KAMOFLAWS

PANIC (feat. Brennan Savage)

PHANTASIST

Killing Time

Take It To The Grave

Talking Heads

[Intro]
Lederrick

[Verse 1: Jaxxon D. Silva]
Your toxic touch, almost offensive
Fuck anyone that tellin' me different
Leave me in the blood, love me from a distance
I don't want nothing to do with you
My girl is a gun and sometimes I wish I was bulletproof
You're not good for me, that's the ugly truth
I don't want nothing to do with you

[Chorus: Jaxxon D. Silva]
I had my hand out
And I got scars on my fingertips
I got scars on my fingertips
Everything I touch just self destruct
A trail decay I was
'Cause I got scars on my fingertips
I got scars on my fingertips
That's just my love

[Verse 2: Jaxxon D. Silva]
You're my only sunshine, bitch
There's something in the way like an eclipse
We can play thе blank game
I pretend to carе
You're the first in my head
Think I know it's for the best
Talk is cheap unless you know how to finesse
I ain't got no sympathy left
At this point it's so pathetic
I've been dancing with the devil
Yeah, I'm dancing with the devil


[Chorus: Jaxxon D. Silva]
I had my hand out
And I got scars on my fingertips
I got scars on my fingertips
Everything I touch just self destruct
A trail decay I was
'Cause I got scars on my fingertips
I got scars on my fingertips
That's just my love

Scars on My Fingertips (prod lederrick)

Ever wondered what happens if you take grandma’s favorite proverb, throw it into a blender with 12 European languages, add some reverb, and serve it chilled over a lo-fi beat? Boom — this track. 🪩✨

From Prague’s beer jugs to Lisbon’s wine pitchers, from Moscow’s rope metaphors to Rome’s fat cats (don’t ask), we’ve basically made a pan-continental TED Talk about how “if you keep doing dumb stuff, it’s gonna break.” But instead of clapping politely, you can vibe, nod your head, and pretend you suddenly understand Bulgarian brass wisdom at 3 a.m.

Warning: Listening may cause spontaneous proverb-quoting in public places. Side effects include: quoting in languages you don’t speak, explaining to strangers that “it’s a metaphor, bro,” and looking way more philosophical than you actually are.

So hit play, pour one out (carefully, jugs are fragile), and remember: If you keep going back… one day it’ll crack. 💥🥛

Lyrics:

They told me once in Prague, with a smile so sly,
„Tak dlouho se chodí se džbánem…“ till the handle says goodbye.
In Warsaw they whisper, carrying their load,
„Dzban wodę nosi…“ till it breaks on the road.

Budapest nights with the old folks’ cheer,
„Addig jár a korsó…“ till it disappears.
And down in Zagreb, you can hear them say,
„Koliko god puta…“ you’ll break it one day.

Every language has the warning, every street’s the same,
You push your luck too often, you’re the only one to blame.

If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
C’est comme ça, pas de retour en arrière, pas de track.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Так є завжди, нема дороги back.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
So ist das Leben, es schlägt dich whack.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Así es la vida, no hay otro track.

In Ljubljana fountains, the echo’s real,
„Vrč hodi toliko časa…“ till it breaks on steel.
Serbia shouts it with a Balkan beat,
„Колико год пута…“ till you’re knocked off your feet.

Sofia sings with a Balkan brass,
„Колкото и да ходи…“ it shatters at last.
Lisbon with a fado, Porto with the wine,
„Tantas vezes vai o cântaro…“ one day’s the line.

Rome gets cheeky with a cat and the fat,
„Tanto va la gatta…“ till she leaves her paw at that.
Paris goes classic, the wisdom intact,
„Tant va la cruche…“ till the bottle is cracked.
Moscow just laughs, with a rope in hand,
„Сколько верёвочке ни виться…“ but it always hits the end.

If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
C’est comme ça, pas de retour en arrière, pas de track.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Так є завжди, нема дороги back.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
So ist das Leben, es schlägt dich whack.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Así es la vida, no hay otro track.

From Prague to Porto, from Berlin to Belgrade,
Every jug at the fountain learns it’s handmade.
The wisdom’s eternal, the message is stacked:
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack.

One Day It’ll Crack

Open To Closure

I Think I'm Sick

Hardcore

Jaxxon D Silva & Anwar Hadid - Fuck Luck (prod Lederrick)

Suffer On

Contact (Acoustic)

OPEN TO CLOSURE OUT NOW

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Killing Time

JAXXON D. SILVA