Lyrics:

Sick of the timelines
Sick of the headlines
Now we're in charge of the news
Sick of the fine lines 
We crossed for five fives
Sick of the new style fools
Heard all the news
Are they crumbling?
Imma keep it quiet
Keep them wondering
Figured the lifelines
Failed to find fives
Higher than the man on the moon

I'm a new psycho
Passion on cycle
Cycle through 69 butterfly camos
Hidden in plain sight
Quarter to midnight
Fade out the fakes
'Cause I'm feeling myself now

Peace be with you
Bible Street symphonies
God forgives you
Imma need a couple million stacked no issue
Piece of "peace be with you"
We're so pleased to meet you

Sick of the timelines
Sick of the headlines
Now we're in charge of the news
Sick of the fine lines 
We crossed for five fives
Sick of the new style fools
Heard all the news
Are they crumbling?
Imma keep it quiet
Keep them wondering
Figured the lifelines
Failed to find fives
Higher than the man on the moon

Flying through the skies like the dark knight
I ain't killing time for the sunrise
Stacking up sats for a new life
Kept me in the dark through the sightlines of my mind

Never put me on the same list as the fakes
The famous, the narcissists, the pessimists.
I paid my debts, just let me rest
I don't do revenge, I'm so sick of it

Sick of the timelines
Sick of the headlines
Now we're in charge of the news
Sick of the fine lines 
We crossed for five fives
Sick of the new style fools
Heard all the news
Are they crumbling?
Imma keep it quiet
Keep them wondering
Figured the lifelines
Failed to find fives
Higher than the man on the moon

Alter ego, fuck my ego
Been dead since 2-0-2-3 though
False prophets
Propaganda profits
Machine learning tops it
Fuck the violence
Fuck the comments
They got new lessons in karmics
Kingdom of God in the valley
Hidden behind clear view mountains

Timelines

Empty is a melancholic yet beautiful acoustic rock song about burnout, disconnection, and the longing “to get out.” It captures the feeling of running endlessly in life’s rat race — chasing goals, losing touch, and realizing that, somewhere along the way, you’ve forgotten what truly matters.

Built around intimate vocals, raw acoustic guitar, and subtle atmospheric layers, Empty unfolds with honesty and vulnerability. It’s both a personal confession and a mirror for anyone who’s ever felt worn down by the pressure to keep going when there’s nothing left to give.

For fans of reflective, emotion-driven music — think Ben Howard, Damien Rice, or Kurt Vile — Empty blends melancholy and beauty into a sound that lingers long after the final chord...

Empty

Website Dave Curl

WEEK: 13: PENNSYLVANIA
HEXAGRAM: 22: GRACE
LYRICS: Zibbi
Ogni altro giorno nei castelli
Ce la prendiamo scialla
Da Milano a Napoli
Siamo i più belli
Genti a Milano a Napoli che urlano il mio nome
Da sopra i palazzi
Non ci vuoi gli scazzi coi fratelli prendi le mazze
Zibbi
Ti facciamo il sorriso dalla guancia all’occhio
Sta all’occhio, come si dice
Andavo in giro con i tuoi
Tutti i giorni sotto i portici
Dal Marocco non siamo tue amiche
Non siamo folli bro
Se dico le cose è perché te le faccio
Non sono un gangsta manco spaccio più
Ogni altro giorno sulla strada
Siamo i re della giornata
In questa settimana te insegnamo nuova roba
Nuova cosa
Affanculo te e alla tanta roba
Zibbi
YOU WANNA FUCK WIT ME
WITH THE POLICE THE BLOODS THE CRiPS
WITH TUNISINS WITH THE MAROCCAN
I CANT EVEN SPEAK IN ENGLISH BC YOU DONT CAPISCE
Zibbi
Finisce che ci prendi le mazzate
Alleati con me non fate le rate
Zibbi
Mocc
Ci pigli tante di quelle capate Zibbi
Mocc
Zibbi
Pretendiamo un sacrificio di sangue
Da te e dalla tua gente oppure dalla tua famiglia infame
Vuoi salire di un gradino sopra la piramide? Toc toc
Nella loggia
Devi fare la tua scelta non ci sei piaciuto
Qualcuno dei tuoi deve da capire
Mamma figlia babbo chi ti pare zio
Zibbi
666 è il nome della setta
Sono settanta nella foresta
Vuoi fare di testa tua di capa tua
Ci prendi le mazzate boo

Heil
I ain’t no gangsta bro
And I can’t promise there gonna be no Blood
Because we went too far in this shit
So we are all gonna die in this shit
Dead boy, for me
This is the new clique man capisce?
In settantatré dentro la foresta
Non te piscio in bocca
Non te piscio in testa
Non te magno addosso
Ma devi fare il buono Zibbi
M’hai capito?
È la nuova era per la gente del quartiere n’acapito o non lo vuoi capì?
Zibbi
Non ci vai piano co sta gente Zibbi …
Mocc
Zibbi
I am no gangsta
Im just a runner bro
I’m an athlete
Yuh
Running with my niggaz every other day of the week
This is the last week Zibbi
We gotta run zibbi
And one day im gonna die for you
Watchu u gotta do whatchu gotta do
Watchu u gotta do whatchu gotta do
Watchu u gotta do whatchu gotta do

Zibbi
This is a real shit
And I got no pistol with me
I just run faster than a speeding bullet zibbi
Lo capisci o non capisce Zibbi?
We are all in this bullshit
We got no other escape
Nor exit route
Nothing
I think we fucked up Zibbi
Im gonna die for you

Zibbi
This is the last week
A last word
A final sutra for the people of my one world
Zibbi
One nation on the ride

And who u choose?
Because we all gotta die homie
Anyways
Every other day with my clique
Smoking spliffs at the end of the week
Yeah
I’m gonna be fine
Dontchu worry
Im gonna run baby
Dontchu worry
Yeah
Im gonna die dontchu worry
Im gonna for u
Dontchu worry
And its alright
Its a hard life
Its a hard life
Its a hard life
Its a hard life

written by m prod by vorni and gore ocean mixed and mastered by sony and carcrash for reap3r records llc califfornia los angeles

MV2 <vorni/goreocean>

@YoDoe 🚪X SMGTREY

After The Sun Goes Down

A song I originally wrote and produced for Melanie Andrews' "Soulmate" album. Melanie wrote "Let's Wait Awhile" with Janet Jackson on the Control album.. This is a reworked version with a different vocalist and musical arrangement. I hope you enjoy.

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