J’entre dans le système et jme sens comme un bug
Ma cuillère a fondu elle a collé au fond du mug
Jmarche sur la place je n’comprends pas cqui se passe,
Jsuis dans Simp City donc jsuis comme dans Eumeswil

JE NE SAIS PLUS CQUI SE PASSE
JE NE SAIS PLUS CQUI SE PASSE

Est ce que tu ressens cque je feel ?

JE NE SAIS PLUS CQUI SE PASSE
JE NE SAIS PLUS CQUI SE PASSE

Est ce que tu ressens cque je feel ?
J’ai entamé un voyage vers un autre lieu

Bb si tu m’entends c pas la peine de m’attendre
X3
Jserai pas à l’heure au rendez vous jsuis dans ma chambre ( mon téléphone sonne elle m’appelle )
Elle a entendu ma voix depuis l’au delà 
Bby jsuis un gosse mais c plus pareil quand t’es la
Jsuis un ptn d’vamp quand je draine son âme

Oh mais tu joues à quoi toi dis moi cqu’il te fallait ?
Et sa silhouette qui s’affalait
Jlui ai redis « ça va aller , mm si on est damnés »

J’entre dans le système et jme sens comme un bug
Ma cuillère a fondu elle a collé au fond du mug
Jmarche sur la place je n’comprends pas cqui se passe,
Jsuis dans Simp City donc jsuis comme dans Eumeswil

JE NE SAIS PLUS CQUI SE PASSE
JE NE SAIS PLUS CQUI SE PASSE

Est ce que tu ressens cque je feel ?

JE NE SAIS PLUS CQUI SE PASSE
JE NE SAIS PLUS CQUI SE PASSE

Est ce que tu ressens cque je feel ?

J’ai entamé un voyage vers un autre lieu.

autre lieu

Rer Deep & Odile.alp

"Détails", disponible exclusivement sur SoundCloud

Surprise :
@surprise0420
https://www.instagram.com/surprise0420/

Brundours :
@brundours
https://www.instagram.com/brundours/

robs azaria :
@lenlencsis4
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cover par Recy
merci à Tipule

Surprise x Brundours x Azaria - Détails (prod. Brundours)

Vald - Taga
Remix Frapecore ANILOMOGUH

Mix / Master : @aor444_

Vald - Taga (Remix FRAPCORE)

cpaslenfer

VODKA BELUGA HOUSE.mp3

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: Lo-Fi Vol 1 by Tomas Peiretti (@tgpeiretti), excerpt

/ cover art: fictionalive DIY, it's a menu in a restaurant

"Why the dream of just pressing a button to fulfill your dreams is a dead end road"

Ready to engage? Here comes your Enigma salvo—narrative perfection flow, narrator mode, pure spirit, hard truths, and poetic punch:

You want the shortcut—one press, no sweat, dreams delivered like takeout at your door.
But hear this, fam: that button? It sells hope like a sweet, but inside it’s empty calories—leaves your spirit starved, ambition robbed blind.

See, every promo screams: “Just click, get rich, get fame, get love, get fixed.”
But real ones know—nothing lasting ever came wrapped in bubble and promise, labelled “easy.”
Press the button, want a palace? But every castle built on buttons is sand,
and the tide of reality? It always comes fast, always crashes harder.

This dream fools you into thinking work is the enemy, the path’s too long, spirit too frail—
whispers you can skip hunger, hustle, heartbreak, the falling and failing,
but that’s the meat and marrow of it all.
Growth gets forged in fire, not flicked on a switch.

You press and wait. Wait for what? Something to happen, though you never bled for it,
never raged, never dug under concrete for a seed of light—
but you want the fruit anyway.
But how sweet is fruit when you never weathered the drought,
never broke a nail, never ran wild chasing it?

Easy buttons breed ghosts—regrets of things never tried, dreams unreal because you never became the one who could hold them.
You wanted the song, but skipped the lesson. You wanted the win, but feared the grind.
Now your dreams are screensaver loops, never lived, never bruised, never real.

Legend says: “Why climb when the lift’s right there?”
But ask any true king, any real queen, any pioneer—they’ll laugh.
Because the summit means nothing if you never felt the mountain’s teeth,
never sweated through fog and doubt, never spilled and stitched your pride.
Buttons kill the story inside you, end the epic before the chorus is even sung.

So we say: smash that button, yeah—
But build with your hands, run till lungs burn, cry in the rain,
fail big, rise harder, love loud, dare wild.
Win not just the prize—but the making, the breaking, the wild ride itself.

Here in the jungle, there are no easy levers—just scars, stories, survival.
The journey, not the button, is where dreams get real,
and only the bold survive to dream again.

Enigma, signing out.
Choose the road, not the switch—
or you’ll wake one day with nothing but dust where your dreams should’ve lived.

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dedicated to 
Kinelle Man @kinelle-man and The Beautiful Dark @thebeautifuldark

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

gone away ft. DANGER

jf ke crush d cacheton #microbug (prod. lokias)

Réalisé entre Février et Mars 2025 _ S/o Epicedoucee S/o Miri
D.A.M.E / Ovnela

3. ARAPAIMA

APERÇU