Angeline - Chase Atlantic (slowed)

Lyrics:

Her headstone reads: “Where is she?”
An empty grave to hold the ache.
Her mama calls at 3:13,
praying for a sign to break.
A porch light burns the whole town white,
the wind repeats her name—
it knocks on windows, counting nights,
but nothing answers back the same.

I mark the days on kitchen tile,
with trembling hands and borrowed faith.
The river keeps its secrets close—
I listen anyway.

A storm is comin’
she’s been gone for days.
My daughter’s missin’
there is hell to pay.
Every mile,
every memory stays—
but broken roads
still take her away.

Where is she… where is she… (wind replies: “no one knows”)

I warned you: Run—don’t trust their light,
I told you: Hide—avoid their eyes.
The milk carton smile, the church bell’s cry,
the sheriff’s pen runs out of lies.
A ribbon on a fence grows thin,
a candle drowns in wax and rain,
I trade my sleep to hear a hint—
her name inside the windowpane.

Every turn I take feels wrong,
every road a mouth of stone.
The world keeps moving forward fast—
I walk it back alone.

A storm is comin’
she’s been gone for days.
My daughter’s missin’
there is hell to pay.
Every mile,
every memory stays—
but broken roads
still take her away.

Blue lights bruise the gravel lane,
wild dogs argue with the rain.
A map of footprints tears in half—
the lines all end where shadows laugh.
I hear her bracelet in my dreams,
a tiny bell in iron weeds;
the night collects our debts in full,
and writes receipts my heart can read.

Your cup by the sink.
Your coat by the door.
I keep your room ready like a lighthouse floor.
If the devil keeps a ledger,
then let the devil bleed—
I’ll mortgage every breath I own
to bring you back to me.

There is hell to pay.
There is hell to pay.
For every name the darkness takes—
there is hell to pay.
For every door that would not break—
there is hell to pay.
For every false and silver tongue—
there is hell to pay.
’Til every bell is fully rung—
there is hell to pay.

A storm is comin’
I can feel the quake.
My daughter’s missin’
I won’t let it fade.
If time’s a thief,
then time must pay—
I’ll tear the night
until it gives her name.
A storm is comin’
I won’t look away—
the sky can break,
but I won’t break.

Her headstone reads: “Where is she?”
The wind replies: “Bring her home.”
Porch light on.
I wait alone.
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Track: Hell To Pay
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Daniel Espinoza
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Hell to Pay - Feat. Daniel Espinoza

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 - 𝘖𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦 (SLOWED & BASS BOOSTED)

chase atlantic - triggered // slowed

chase atlantic - cassie // slowed

original song: uncomfortable by chase atlantic

uncomfortable - chase atlantic (slowed)

the walls - chase atlantic // slowed + reverb

NUMB TO THE FEELING (SLOWED & REVERB)

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What you call that

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬 (𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭+𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓫)

aleyuh - chase atlantic (slowed)

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Chase Atlantic- PLEASEXANNY (Slowed & Reverb)

chase atlantic - triggered // slowed

IVORY II