Wayyy to litty,amazing context over here bro,no lie

KB thadon killed this one, on a real 💪♥️

This joint go crazy, the beat hard as hell!!!

the intro beat was so smoothing and calm woah

Elapsed Is an Instrumental project created by Poltergei$t (Guitars, Vocals) & Mr. Hellnaw (Guitars, Production). Here is the newest single from them featuring guest vocals provided by underground artists Despised Masses & Iamblaize. Make sure to give these guys a follow and you can also find this song on all platforms. Enjoy!!!!

https://open.spotify.com/album/6nQ2FBZIwDajGfvNm1KYvs

ELAPSED (FEATURING DESPISED MASSES & IAMBLAIZE) ''THE URGE'' **OUT ON SPOTIFY**

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THE GOATS’S GROWL

Bands & Models

Dark or Nothing
Lyrics
v1
Half alive and half asleep
maybe be okay, maybe knee deep
soon forgotten or never known
fine with beeing lonely, shit scared of alone

Chorus
I used to think that it was dark or nothing
and maybe something new
It seems to me know that its dark or nothing
dark or nothing, just those two

v2
Keeping sane by keeping faith
dull the mind , to free the soul
ask no questions, expose no lies
trust your god and pray if you are wise

Chorus
I used to think that it was dark or nothing
and maybe something new
It seems to me know that its dark or nothing
dark or nothing, just those two

Bridge
Dark or nothing
is fine with me
dont fear nothing
just dark alone, just dark alone

Chorus
I used to think that it was dark or nothing
and maybe something new
It seems to me know that its dark or nothing
dark or nothing, just those two

Dark or Nothing

Dark Or Nothing

A collaboration with https://soundcloud.com/soundanimal

I am bored of playing this game
Work for nothing, live for nothing
Senses overwhelmed with unnecessary stimulation
It is absolutely pointless.

I want to see with my own eyes
Feel my body hurt or be happy
Instead of this permanent anesthesia

I'm so used to this routine
Do this or that
Go here or there
Without understanding why

Now is the time to take it all under control
Get rid of bad habits and artificial pleasures
Now is the time to be

I find this upsetting
I want to be classless and free
I need a space to live
Away from them and their city
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting

Upsetting (Sound Animal x The Fall of Saigon)

Lyrics:
...
Nike sweat pants wearing 
Looking like I got jet lag 
I just got to get bag no I’m not buying what you selling 
Homie get back 
Mr. Fuck em all
Mr. Cut em off 
Mr. Open wound moist with alcohol 
You a piece a shit 
Yea I heard it all
you piece a uh
you uh 

Yea I heard it 
Yea I heard it 
In the ear and out the other 
How you stay unbothered 
I know what’s underneath surface
Sticks and stones hit my bones 
They like how this mutha fucker not broken 
Whether In bummy clothes 
Or expensive robes 
Shorty still gone like what’s spoken 
I can’t help that fact I'ma 
Think about myself 
Stay away from drama 
Moving like the mafia 
Jet fuel I got a lotta
Full tank of gas 
And I ion got no plans 
Zip zip zero nada  
I can’t help if I’m selfish 
Homie I'ma
Homie I'ma 

Nike sweat pants wearing 
Looking like I got jet lag 
I just got to get bag no I’m not buying what you selling 
Homie get back 
Mr. Fuck em all
Mr. Cut em off 
Mr. Open wound moist with alcohol 
You a piece a shit 
Yea I heard it all
you a piece a uh 
you a uh

I’m piece a shit
 ain’t I 
But fuck em if they switch 
uhhh 
You no better than him 
ain’t I 
My clothes a different trim
 uhh 
Cut em off 
Open wound 
Dash of salt 
It’s Not my fault if you a bitch 
We all grown move along 
Homie cause I ain’t ever gonna flinch 
Mr. Fuck em all 
Mr. Cut em off 
Mr. Open wound 
Downed the alc
Downed the alcohol 
I can’t help it 
I can't help it 
Oh I can’t help it 
Ahhh 

Jet Lag 
Ah
Jet Lag
 ...

INFJ

what you wanted (prod. saint mike)

//luv. (ft. neill von tally)

(English translation above)

CUEILLE LA NUIT

Qu'il est bon, tard le soir, avant de s'endormir
De laisser sa pensée vagabonder, s'enfuir,
Nous prendre sur ses ailes et, sans avis contraire,
Portée par un soupir, nous renvoyer en l'air :
Bien calé, bien au chaud de notre dormeveille,
Le temps suspend le viol de notre vie privée.
S'il est vrai que, souvent, la nuit porte conseil,
C'est peut-être, en partie, grâce à cette envolée.
		Dans le ciel étoilé de nos paupières closes,
La vie s'ouvre en pétales inondant notre esprit
De mille folles envies que d'habitude on n'ose
Divulguer au grand jour, tant on en est épris.

Tout est vraiment possible, on est seul maître à bord.
Pour cette traversée, l’équipage est en bas. 
Et la réalité du jour n'est plus alors
Qu'un lointain souvenir dans notre célibat.
Là, l’étoile filante d'un mot traversant
Une idée s’évapore en laissant derrière elle
La bienfaisante clé du problème en suspens
À nos yeux décillés par la clarté nouvelle.
On butine une idée, pivote sur un mot
Qui nous fait rebondir sur une idée voisine
Ou lointaine, attirée par le son crescendo
D'un scrupule infamant qu'un fantasme assassine.

On s’étonne à sourire, on est plein de brio.
On a au bout des doigts du monde la puissance,
Du moins le pense-t-on, jusqu’à l'ultime mot
Emportant avec lui notre ultime conscience.
Tous les temps se marient dans ce présent de trêve.
Le corps n'y est plus rien, et l'esprit, terrassé,
Réclame en paradis la liberté du rêve
Dans une chaude nuit que le jour a chassé.
C'est une drogue douce où l'on revient toujours,
La revanche assurée de pouvoir toujours vivre 
Une seconde vie, en fait, un contre-jour
Aux ennuis les plus lourds, comme un vin qui enivre.

Cueille ta nuit, ami, car avant de faner,
Si tu le veux vraiment, d'elle, tu peux apprendre.
C'est bien plus qu'un conseil, c'est un laissez-passer
Pour l’hygiène mentale, avant que de se rendre.
Car la nuit est l'appel de la grande aventure
Où l'on refait son monde, où l'on règle ses comptes
Sans provisions, sans lendemain, mais qui rassurent ;
Donnant de la mort un avant-goût, un acompte.
Mais, du calice à rêves bu jusqu’à la lie,
Un réveil insomniaque nous tire du lit,
Pour nous dire que la vie ne peut s'embellir
Qu'en bêchant notre terre, où nous irons dormir.

Paroles et musique Myckaël Marcovic, © le 24 09 97

Berceuse pour adultes en réponse à Horace/Ronsard.
La dormeveille est un vieux mot du Moyen-Age désignant le moment entre la veille et l'endormissement où nous croyons pouvoir tenir le monde entre nos mots.

Approximate translation :

PICKING AT NIGHT

How good it is, late at night, before falling asleep
To let his mind wander, run,
Take us on his wings and, without notice,
Carried by a sigh, we return in the air:
Well poised, well warmed up in our sleep,
Time suspends the rape of our privacy.
If it is true that, often, the night carries advice,
It may be, in part, thanks to this flight.
In the starry sky of our closed eyelids,
Life opens in petals flooding our minds
A thousand crazy cravings that we usually don’t dare
We’re so in love with it.

Everything is really possible, we are the only one on board.
For this crossing, the crew is downstairs.
And the reality of the day is no longer
Only a distant memory in our celibacy.
There, the shooting star of a passing word
An idea evaporates leaving behind
The key benefactor of the outstanding problem
In our eyes dimmed by the new clarity.
Take an idea, turn on a word
That makes us bounce back on a neighboring idea
Or distant, attracted by the sound crescendo
Of an infamous scruple that a fantasy kills....

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