Be To Dakhli Nadare 'Single'

Be To Dakhli Nadare

Mano To  ft(Amirdeji)

TESLYA - Моими глазами

I Dug My Own Grave

Gone too deep

Dream

Lyrics:

I
Can’t feel my face
I
Can’t taste it anymore
Why
Do I have to chase
Every high till I can’t no more


Watch me fall harder like I, ele-faint
Go kick rocks to the curb I, ab-stain
I never been no angel but I, be-saint 
Don’t give to the evil, I restrain 


An addict
So tragic
Im going through these phases like a bad kid
The passion 
Is runnin out quickly 

I’m crashin I can’t take it anymore
I need it in my pores
I need it in my lunges 
My veins
Feeling like I’m going more insane 
By the day I can’t have it
I might just fuckin end it
The matches
The lighters
Burn brighter when in sight
The buyers 
The dealers
The same it isn’t right

The numbness overcomes me 
To the darkness I’m succumbing 
There’s always someone worse
But my heart just keep on drumming

Maybe I should fake it till I make it
I should take their souls, twist and turn them into mine
Then I’ll see success
Then I will be fine

Then I will be fine
(X3)


I
Can’t feel my face
I
Can’t taste it anymore
Why
Do I have to chase
Every high till I can’t no more


I’m so sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
The nicotine that’s in me
Make me feel like I’m inspired
I know that it’s not real
They’re all some goddamn fuckin liars
What the hell should I feel
I want the world to catch on fire

Burn me at the stake
Take out my fuckin eyes
Cause everything that I see
Makes me lose my mind
It’s hard to be alive 
Impossible to thrive
How can I reach my dreams
When I have no fucking time 

I’m lazy and I’m powerless without a drug inside me
I wanna be in love but love don’t fucking like me
You think that your above me but bitch you’re nothing like me
You never tried to know me you only tried to try me

Now I’m stuck here smoking cigs
Nicotine tobacco lit
Buy a vape like every week
I’m getting sick of it
Weed and alcohol
Make me think that I should call
It’s been more than a year
Since I watched us fall


I
Can’t feel my face
I
Can’t taste it anymore
Why
Do I have to chase
Every high till I can’t no more

White Yummy Ice (Prod. Ranoia)

This is a song about homelessness, addiction, and mental health

This Voice

og-lingo-amigo.mp3

Descend into the eerie haze of “The Talking Dead” a dark seance trap hip-hop ritual pulsing at 75-80 BPM. This track conjures a subterranean vibe with haunting trap beats, spectral synths, and slow-rolling bass that mimics the echo of ancient catacombs—perfect for invoking spirits without overwhelming the raw, introspective flow.
Lyrics delve into the disillusionment with the living dead: society sleepwalking through existence, filling heads with illusions while ghosts of the past reveal truths about power, greed, and elite deceptions. From seance circles channeling vengeful spirits to critiques of hegemony and monopoly, it’s a sonic exorcism urging you to resurrect the unfed parts of your soul amid shadows and tricks of the mind.
If you’re drawn to atmospheric hip-hop that blends occult vibes with social commentary—like a fusion of clipping.‘s experimental edge and early Travis Scott’s trap mysticism—light a candle and dive in. This ain’t just music; it’s a ceremony for the awake.
Lyrics snippet: “Lost hope in the living Everyone talking like they’re already dead. Too many y’all walking, talking, no meaning, That ain’t living If you never make it out your head. In the catacombs of your mind, Only you can find what was never fed.”
#DarkTrap #SeanceHipHop #OccultRap #AtmosphericBeats #UndergroundHipHop #SpiritualAwakening

The Talking Dead [Explicit]

Produced By: Mehrad Hidden 
Co-Produced By: Arash Rassek 
Created By: Mehrad Hidden & Arash Rassek 
Mix & Mastering By: Iman Tanha 
Cover Art: Imane

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8. Az Aval

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