Blacboyy x Zaylevelten- OVER  (Darius) [destroyutero exclusive]

tenski x blacboyy - seen enuf

TURN UP ft Rowdy B [Andi]

KAM K - la taverna (nolimityj & yadah)

NEVER TRUST A VOGUE GYAL
NEVER TRUST A VOGUE GYAL
NEVER TRUST A VOGUE GYAL

FUCK NOSTALGIA. (3CB)

runtZ [raide]

make uP [Awful Daniel]

nO PHOTOS (ft. Blacboyy) [TOPSY + JTRN]

r a r e w/ 3CB

Luwa.mp4-LOSE (p. Topsy) [Soundgasm Exclusive]

A song for the people who cope by staying in motion.
For the ones who joke a little too quickly, laugh a little too loudly, and outrun the moment because slowing down feels like telling the truth.
It’s danceable denial.
Emotional cardio.
A little funny, a little painful, and way too relatable.

If you’ve ever kept yourself busy so the heavy stuff shows up late, this one’s for you.


I said I’m fine with the confidence of a bad liar,
and the rhythm politely pretended to believe me.

I’ve been circling the same tiny thought all week,
like it’s a pothole in my hallway I keep tripping over.
Told myself it’s cardio.
Told myself it’s healthy.
Told myself a lot of things I don’t buy.
My feelings texted, “running behind.”
I typed “L. O. L. same,” pretending it wasn’t about me.

It’s not that I’m scared of stopping—
I just know what happens when I do.

So I stay moving, moving, like the ground only cracks
when I give it too much time to think.
And maybe I’m alright,
or maybe I’m just fast.
If calm wants to talk, it can leave a message—
tonight is not the night I pick up.

I keep moving like the quiet owes me money.
I keep moving so the heavy stuff shows up late.
I keep moving because the second I don’t,
I know exactly what’s waiting.

I blink too slow and some old truth taps my shoulder—
the kind that knows my full name and home address.
I tell it, “wrong person,”
but it’s very persistent.
Meanwhile the bass is yelling over everything,
like a friend who means well
but has no idea what’s actually happening.

I don’t outrun emotions—
they just get bored and try again later.

So I stay moving, moving, like the ground only cracks
when I give it too much time to think.
And maybe I’m alright,
or maybe I’m just fast.
If calm wants to talk, it can leave a message—
tonight is not the night I pick up.

I keep moving like the quiet owes me money.
I keep moving so the heavy stuff shows up late.
I keep moving because the second I don’t,
I know exactly what’s waiting.

If the truth ever catches up,
I hope it comes in soft—
not the usual kick-the-door-down kind.
But I won’t lie:
I’m not ready for soft either.

So I stay moving, moving, pretending it’s a choice,
laughing too loud, breathing too fast.
Maybe someday I’ll let the world slow down.
Maybe someday I’ll stop joking about it.
But not tonight—
tonight, I’m too quick for the fault lines.

I keep moving like it’s holding me together.
I keep moving because stillness is honest.
I keep moving because it’s easier than feeling
whatever this is.

Too Quick For the Fault Lines

r a r e w/ 3CB

Luwa.Mp4