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All Night

Older Than Me

100 Summers is all about elevation—from the hustle to the high life.
Hard-hitting beats, anthemic hooks, and high-performance bars that flex without faking.
This one’s for the self-made, the always-rising, the ones who flipped pressure into power.

If you’ve ever turned nothin’ into stacks, this track’s already yours. 💸🔥🏙️

Lyrics:

Yeah, yeah
Big plays, real talk
From the trap to the top floor, yeah, we here

I don’t do the cappin’, I just cash out (Facts)
Every play double up, that’s a stack house (Yeah)
Turn a half brick to a glass house (Uh)
All these diamonds in my mouth like a frat house (Bling)
Whole city know the wave, we don’t die down
Had to switch the plate on the Wraith when I ride round 
Say she love the way the engine make the sound now
Trackhawk, red key, let it fly now

I don’t see a ceiling, just a bird’s eye view (Yeah)
50K in twenties, that’s a whole sky blue (Bands)
Only talk in numbers, who is you? (Huh?)
Everything I touch, turn a zip into two 
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, got the Glock in the safe
Tell that boy pipe down, he ain’t cut for the race
Hundred bands on the floor, just to stunt where I stay
Penthouse lookin’ like a vault, that’s a federal case

Talkin’ ‘bout some money, better say it right 
Walk inside the club, need a case of ice (Ice)
20 deep, everybody drippin’ real life (Drip)
I don’t even got a chain, still shine bright 
If I’m movin’, know the driver got a stick too 
I be landin’ private, never touch the big queue (Yeah)
Said she never seen a penthouse with a clear view (Nah)
Told her we don’t ever play it safe when the rent due

I don’t see a ceiling, just a bird’s eye view (Yeah)
50K in twenties, that’s a whole sky blue (Bands)
Only talk in numbers, who is you? (Huh?)
Everything I touch, turn a zip into two 
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, got the Glock in the safe
Tell that boy pipe down, he ain’t cut for the race
Hundred bands on the floor, just to stunt where I stay
Penthouse lookin’ like a vault, that’s a federal case

Came from runnin’ packs to ownin’ acres (Yeah)
They was tryna count me out, now they need favors (Huh?)
Got the lawyer on retainer, that’s a lifesaver 
I don’t need a label deal, we got five bankers 
Five cribs, five states, I don’t even check the time zone (Nah)
If it ain’t a multi-M, I don’t even sign on 
If she hit me ‘bout the bag, then I’m probably gon’ respond (Yeah)
Told my momma that I made it, now she never check the bond  (Real)
They ain't never show me love, now they tryna ride (Huh?)
Told ‘em if it ain’t a business play, then I decline (Nah)
I don’t ever chase a trend, I just redesign
Same hustle, different grind, we gon’ be just fine

I don’t see a ceiling, just a bird’s eye view (Yeah)
50K in twenties, that’s a whole sky blue (Bands)
Only talk in numbers, who is you? (Huh?)
Everything I touch, turn a zip into two 
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, got the Glock in the safe
Tell that boy pipe down, he ain’t cut for the race
Hundred bands on the floor, just to stunt where I stay
Penthouse lookin’ like a vault, that’s a federal  case

Uh, yeah
Took the long way up, now we never goin’ back
100 summers, we gon’ own that


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100 Summers

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Bodies

Blessings (Max Styler Remix)

"Can you catch the sound of me?"

Sound Of Me is a late-night whisper into the void—an atmospheric blend of cinematic pop, noir tension, and cyberpunk haze. Breathy vocals drift over glitchy synths and hypnotic drums, echoing the ache of being unseen, unheard, unreal.

For those moments when you're present... but barely.

Sound of Me

Hear From Me (The Booth)

Some love stories burn best when everything’s already ruined.

Dance In The Wreckage is a hypnotic descent into a romance that’s beautiful because it’s doomed. Breathy vocals curl around a dreamlike beat as ash, velvet, and static fill the air. This is cinematic alt-pop for lovers of disaster, grit, and the poetry in collapse.

Hold me close—just until the end.

Lyrics:

Red wine stains on a velvet sky
Your hands trace my fate like a lullaby
Every word drips honey and blood
You say my name like it’s made of dust

Tell me, do you taste the danger?
Do you feel the pull of a love like a razor?

Won't you dance with me in the wreckage?
Set the fire, watch the ashes rise
Won't you hold me close in the madness?
Kiss me deep before we die

Your touch is the echo of sins long gone
A prophecy carved in an old love song
Fingers like matches, breath like smoke
I’m the spark and you’re the choke

Tell me, do you taste the danger?
Do you feel the pull of a love like a razor?

Won't you dance with me in the wreckage?
Set the fire, watch the ashes rise
Won't you hold me close in the madness?
Kiss me deep before we die

We’re the lovers they write about in books
Tragic pages, ink-stained looks
Run if you want, but we both know
Some flames were never meant to go cold

Won't you dance with me in the wreckage?
We were doomed before the start
Won't you hold me close in the madness?
Let’s carve our names into the dark.

The song is over. The music fades.
But tell me—when the fire dies, who stays?


Dance In The Wreckage

“Find what you love and let it kill you.”

Let It Kill You is a hypnotic, confession—a slow dance with obsession, pain, and the kind of love that scars beautifully. With brooding synths, haunting vocals, and a pulse that aches beneath every line, this is a song for anyone who's ever called destruction devotion.

This isn't heartbreak. It's worship at the altar of ruin.

Lyrics:

You said I’m chasing smoke and knives
But I didn’t come here to survive
The mirror lied, said I’m just fine
While I stitched my name on warning signs
I taste the cost with every kiss
You dress like heaven—
But you burn like this

I see the wreck... 
But I like the view
I lie to myself
...and swear it’s true

Find what you love and let it kill you
Hold it close 'til it cuts right through you
Call it joy or call it pain
Call it art if it leaves a stain
Find what you love and let it kill you

We keep reliving this psychic pain
You leave... but your shadow stays
Cos we built a home in the flames...
And I like the ache when you say my name
I never learned what safe could be
But I memorised your cruelty

Find what you love and let it kill you 
Trace the burn where it still thrills you 
Call it joy or call it pain 
Call it art if it leaves a stain 
Find what you love and let it kill you

The thrill is gone, but the scar won’t fade
I sleep in ruins that we made
The ending never felt like truth
It blurred the lines I knew of you
The silence echoes, barely alive
I didn’t heal—I just survived

You were the fix that never stayed
The high I needed just to fade
If love’s a myth, I’d take it still
To feel the fall… to feel the thrill


Find what you love and let it kill you
If it hurts, at least it’s mine
Call it art, call it divine
Let it kill you...
...every time


Let It Kill You

Step inside. Pick a mask. Pay the price.

Shadowplay is a slow-burning alt-pop descent into the blurred lines between identity, performance, and control. With haunting vocals, cyberpunk textures, and brooding noir tension, it plays like a whispered dare in the back of your mind.

Everyone’s playing. The question is—who are you pretending to be?

Lyrics:

You walk in slow, eyes on the floor,
You’ve never seen these walls before.
Your breath is quick, you scan the crowd,
So why you looking for a way back out?

No way in and no way out,
Nothing here’s real, but you feel the rush.
Every mask has someone inside,
Tell me, baby, truth or lies?

Welcome to the Shadowplay,
Pick a mask or walk away.
Every move’s a price to pay,
No names here, just roles we play.

You’re speaking soft, but I see the tells,
Your hands don’t match the words you sell.
You say you play, but don’t pick a side—
Is that your truth, or just another lie?

No way in and no way out,
Nothing here’s real, but you feel the rush.
Every mask has someone inside,
Tell me, baby, truth or lies?

Welcome to the Shadowplay,
Pick a mask or walk away.
Every move’s a price to pay,
No names here, just roles we play.

You trace the steps, retrace again,
But doors don’t open where they’ve been.
The rules weren’t made for those who play,
The house decides who walks away.

Ooooooh, hold your breath, don’t make a sound,
Ooooooh, lost and found is underground.
Ooooooh, don’t you wanna know how it all plays out?

Oh, baby, what’s your price today?
Tell me how you wanna play.



Shadowplay

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