Anthem Of Our Dying Day (TAOAT Switch 360 Flip)

When Everything's Gone

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh, yuh, let’s go!)
(Ayy, woah, turn me up!)
(Yeah, yeah, pow!)

[Chorus]
I mix my highs with my lows, yeah, my aura impeccable (woah)
Your girl hit my phone, said my vibe unforgettable (let’s go)
Ride in the city, two Lambos identical (skrrt)
They all know my name, and my plays astronomical (pow)
I’m the one she been dreamin’ of nightly (nightly)
Flex on the gram, now they tryna be like me (like me)
Countin’ up racks, got me feelin’ invincible (whoa)
Name in their mouth, every word sensational (yuh).

[Verse 1]
I’m a demon with it, see the fire in my visuals (yeah)
Two-tone chain on my neck, that’s a ritual (bling)
Back to back whips, yeah, I’m movin’ habitual (skrrt)
Stackin’ these racks till it’s borderline mythical (woah)
(Yeah) Your girl callin’ me a miracle
Said I’m the vibe and my drip is ethereal (pow)
From the trenches, but my stats look imperial (yuh)
Got no ceiling, my success is spherical (brrah).

Got a bad chick, curves like a Tesla (zoom)
Late-night vibes, yeah, she lovin’ my texture (whoa)
She my ride or die, we don’t care about the pressure (nah)
Diamonds on my wrist got her caught in the gesture (ice, ice).
I be in my zone, yeah, I’m colder than Pluto (cold)
She said I’m the GOAT, but they knew that, who knew though? (who knew?)
Racks on racks, my whole life like a movie (film)
And my opps just actin’, they ain’t really unruly (fake).

[Chorus]
I mix my highs with my lows, yeah, my aura impeccable (woah)
Your girl hit my phone, said my vibe unforgettable (let’s go)
Ride in the city, two Lambos identical (skrrt)
They all know my name, and my plays astronomical (pow)
I’m the one she been dreamin’ of nightly (nightly)
Flex on the gram, now they tryna be like me (like me)
Countin’ up racks, got me feelin’ invincible (whoa)
Name in their mouth, every word sensational (yuh).

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no decimals, my commas exponential (money)
Pockets on swole, yeah, the growth ain’t preventable (nope)
She addicted to my vibe, call it chemical (vibe)
Now my haters tryna copy my schedule (copy that).
(Yeah) Got a mansion with the views panoramic (whoa)
Wrist cold, make ‘em freeze like Titanic (ice)
She want the vibe, told her it’s organic (let’s go)
Tryna match me? That’s gon’ take dynamics (brrah).

I been in my bag, movin’ savage like Rambo (woah)
Countin’ blue faces, yeah, my pockets on commando (bands)
Rollin’ through the block, turn the street to a bando (skrrt)
Chain so bright, make it hard for them to handle (bling).
Keep the drip tight, yeah, I’m clean, no detergent (clean)
Always on go, my success is emergent (whoa)
They say I’m next, I been passed that verdict (yuh)
Came from the mud, now my flex is assertive (grind).

[Chorus]
I mix my highs with my lows, yeah, my aura impeccable (woah)
Your girl hit my phone, said my vibe unforgettable (let’s go)
Ride in the city, two Lambos identical (skrrt)
They all know my name, and my plays astronomical (pow)
I’m the one she been dreamin’ of nightly (nightly)
(PMO Music)

Highs & Lows V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Jeanne Ricks - Where R U (The funkHeadz Remix)
Produced by Musa Baran
All Instruments played by Musa Baran
Mixed & Mastered by Holger Klotz & Musa Baran
All Vocals, Melody & Lyrics by Jeanne Ricks
@user-143916773

Where R U (The funkHeadz Remix)

discoteque - extended

Progressive House track based on our interstellar visitor 3i ATLAS Nov 2025.
Lyrics written by 7DEMO

3i ATLAS (traveler of the dark)

Remix Produced by Musa Baran & Hasan Görken
Mixed & Mastered by Holger Klotz

Lady (The funkHeadz Remix)

Lyrics: 

[Intro]  
(PMO Music)  
Brrra—dat—dat—pow! (yeah!)  
Skrrt off the lot, gang (let’s go!)  
Ayy—ayy—huh!  

[Verse 1]  
Pull up, hop out, Glock go baow-baow-baow (blaow!)  
Diamonds wetter than a motherfuckin’ chow chow (drip!)  
I was juggin’ Nokia, flip phone style (brrring!)  
Now the iPhone twerkin’ with a hundred thou’ (racks!)  
Bad bitch suck it through the ski mask (slurp!)  
Opps send shots, we send ‘em right back (brrat!)  
Choppa eat a niga face like Big Mac (munch!)  
Leave his brains scrambled, call it Egg Mac (scramble!)  
Plug sent the load on a jetpack (whoosh!)  
Fifty bricks dance like it’s TikTok (dance!)  
I’m in the trap doin’ kickflips (skate!)  
Turn a soft brick to a hard knot (whip!)  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Racks—racks—racks, thumb bleedin’ (ow!)  
Choppa go brrat, demons screamin’ (brra!)  
Bitches twerk-twerk, ass breathin’ (thicc!)  
One wrong word, put him on a tee quick (rip!)  

[Chorus]  
Trap goin’ stupid, call it special ed (dumb!)  
Draco spit fire, leave his dreads red (flame!)  
Whole lotta money, bed full of bread (stacks!)  
I’m the plug’s son, I ain’t never scared (nah!)  
Trap goin’ stupid, call it special ed (bounce!)  
Draco spit fire, leave his dreads red (pow!)  
Whole lotta money, bed full of bread (racks!)  
I’m the plug’s son, I ain’t never scared (gang!)  

[Verse 2]  
Finesse the cashier at the corner store (gimme dat!)  
Walk out with bags like I’m Santa Claus (ho ho!)  
Glock got a dick, make it fuck the laws (raw!)  
Opps post a threat, now they lost in sauce (drown!)  
Ice on my wrist look like Frosted Flakes (frost!)  
Bitch gave me brain, now she graduate (smart!)  
Cook in the kitchen, wrist rotate (whip whip!)  
Pack hit the block, do the Harlem Shake (shake!)  
Slide through the hood in a stolen Range (skrrt!)  
Beam on his nose, Rudolph with the range (red!)  
Racks in my mouth, I can’t talk straight (mumbles!)  
Turn his main bitch to a cheap date (thot!)  

[Bridge]  
Brrat—brrat—brrat—huh (brra!)  
Yeah—yeah—let’s go—huh (go!)  
Pow—pow—pow—blah (blaow!)  
Gang—gang—gang—blah (gang!)  

[Verse 3]  
I’m off the Perc’, movin’ like a sloth (slow!)  
But the money run fast like Usain Bolt (dash!)  
Choppa sing high notes, opera throat (la-la!)  
Leave a opp floatin’ like a rubber boat (splash!)  
Diamonds VVS, they do jumping jacks (jump!)  
Bad bitch arch it, throw it back like tax (refund!)  
Trap house boomin’, neighbors call the cops (ring!)  
We just reload and keep makin’ drops (send it!)  
Mask on tight like it’s COVID season (cough!)  
One phone tap, whole block get even (wipe!)  
Racks so tall, need a ladder just to count (up!)  
I’m the king of this shit, where my crown? (crown!)  

[Breakdown]  
Dat—dat—dat—dat—dat (brrt!)  
Huh—huh—huh—huh—huh (yeah!)  
Bow—bow—bow—bow—bow (pow!)  
Gang—gang—gone!  

[Chorus]  
Trap goin’ stupid, call it special ed (dumb!)  
Draco spit fire, leave his dreads red (flame!)  
Whole lotta money, bed full of bread (stacks!)  
I’m the plug’s son, I ain’t never scared (nah!)  

[Outro]  
(PMO Music)  
Skrrt—brrra—pow—gone (yeah!)  
Trap still jumpin’, we on!

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