TickingFuse

Knuckledrift

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I hate you mother fuckers y'all took my personal journey my books that my therapist told me to write in I hope yall broke ass go to hell on Allah for trying to speak my pain pussy and you know why your name is not John Nathaniel Ware Jr IV and all my journals and raps and verses and songs got my name and date in my fucking books burn up burn in hell for speaking my pain and don't say prove it on Allah you can burn in hell for them words I really don't give a fuck trying to get rich from speaking my pain you know why you stuck in hell that's for trying to get rich off my pain or speak my life story you ain't the seven key trying to rap like me speak like me talking about fucking bitches like me you living a lie you ain't got a 7-inches dick burning hell pussy rapping about some shit you can't do

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[Verse 1]  
I woke up to the fridge humming your favorite song  
Your toothbrush still wet, but the water’s long gone  
Coffee went cold, I drank it black like my lungs  
Tasted like the “forevers” that slipped off your tongue  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Every mirror’s a crime scene, lipstick on the frame  
Every shadow’s a witness whispering your name  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m slow-dancing with death in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Verse 2]  
Your voicemail still says “leave it at the beep”  
I call every hour just to hear you breathe  
The cat stopped eating, she waits by the door  
Paws on the glass like she’s begging for more  

[Verse 3]  
I wore your hoodie till the scent turned to dust  
Now it hangs in the closet like a criminal’s trust  
Neighbors stopped knocking, they know what they’d find  
A man made of echoes and cheap boxed wine  

[Pre-Chorus 2]  
I wrote “come home” on the fog of the glass  
Watched it vanish like every second chance  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m crowd-surfing through hell in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Bridge 1]  
If heaven’s got Wi-Fi, send me a sign  
A thumbs-up emoji, anything fine  
I’d trade every tomorrow for one more tonight  
But the screen stays black and the stars lost their light  

[Bridge 2]  
I dug through the laundry, found your airplane ticket stub  
Destination: anywhere but here, anywhere but us  
The departure board blinks like a heart giving up  
Gate 23, final call, but I’m still in love  

[Breakdown]  
Tick… tick… tick…  
(That’s the clock counting heartbeats I’ll never get back)  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep… (voice breaks)  
I’m dancing with death… (string bends sharp)  
Catchy little hook… (feedback howls)  
La-la-la-lie… (whisper)  
La-la-la-lie… (barely air)  

[Outro]  
 “Hey, it’s me… pick up… I miss you already.”  
[Beep… line dead.]

La-la-la-lie

Lyrics:
Empty days—I softly watch the clock;
Each second velvet-smooth, yet heavy as a rock.
I drift through life with neither aim nor lore;
All flat and colorless—I’m reaching out for more.

With every step the road slips from my feet;
The shadows whisper; I can’t find the light I seek.
Where hides the sense of this forsaken span?
I hunt a compass—yet I cannot find a plan.

Lost within time, I long to be set free,
For one clear answer cutting through my misery.
Perhaps the way lies deep within my chest—
A hidden path where hope is softly pressed.
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Everyone speeds forward on a chosen track;
I stand with questions pressing hard upon my back.
What grants true meaning to this hollow span?
The silence in me beats me where I stand.

“They say joy lives in you alone,” I hear;
Yet my inner voice is fragile, thin and sheer.
That silence swells to sirens, sharp with dread—
Will I escape this want that begs for bread?

Lost within time, I long to be set free,
For one clear answer cutting through my misery.
Perhaps the way lies deep within my chest—
A hidden path where hope is softly pressed.
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Perhaps I’ll find my solace in one tender care—
A whispering of light, miraculous and rare.

Life feels empty now—but not eternally;
Somewhere within, a quiet song awakens me.

Lost Within Time

Doors burst open at dawn, fluorescent glows provoke
Crowd surges like thunder beneath the mall’s smoke
Neon mirages flicker in the glass-and-steel dome
We’re beasts in the aisles, this shopping temple is home

5AM clears the last night’s mist while the gates swing wide
We stampede through the Neon lanes where the wishes hide
High heels and hoodies blend in the rush of the racks
Cart wheels screech-cry like the beasts on their tracks
Flash sales scream louder than the alarms
Bodies weave tight-knit in the discount arms
Texan breeze stale inside the air-conditioned roar
We chase the euphoria, but we step on the floor
Mirrored ceilings reflect the hunger in our eyes
Mirages of plenty while the hunger lies
Electronics tower like monuments to greed
We climb, we grab, we feed the internal need

The doors open, the beasts run free
Neon like mirages in this shopping spree
In the jungle of glass we roar till we fall
Mall riot 5AM, we answer the call

Track lights scan like police in the crowd
Yet the crowd’s the player, the punch is loud
Weapons are carts, ammo is the cash
We sprint for the deals, we clash in the dash
Wave of bodies, shaking the ceilings down
Aisles become battlegrounds, all pretence drowned
We howl for the gadgets, the screens, the brand
The Texas heat deep when we storm the land
Mirrors cracked, mannequins tipped over
Fury disguised in the quest to recover
We are animals dressed in the latest threads
We tear through the racks while the world treads
Euphoria high, tension in the chest
We’re beasts at 5AM, we won’t rest

The doors open, the beasts run free
Neon like mirages in this shopping spree
In the jungle of glass we roar till we fall
Mall riot 5AM, we answer the call

Sirens off-site, security masked
But the real riot’s inside the soul, the mask
Credit cards lip-burn, bodies ink-marked
We chase the neon flame while the moral’s dark
The floor tilts under the avalanche of backs
Strobe lights flicker our adrenaline attacks
In the Texas wave we ride on the roar
Shopping carts clash like the waves ashore
We leave in the dawn with the treasures in hand
But the echoes of the riot still shake the land
Neon reflections in our eyes not gone
We’re beasts once freed but the hunger lives on

The doors open, the beasts run free
Neon like mirages in this shopping spree
In the jungle of glass we roar till we fall
Mall riot 5AM, we answer the call

The gates close, but the heat stays locked
In the body of the mall where the chaos docked
Neon fades but the hunger’s still high
Mall riot 5AM, beast under the sky

Mall Riot 5AM

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The Blind Hustle

“you tired?” is an Afro-jazz fusion piece by bruma babyy, blending warm piano textures, soulful rhythms, and introspective energy.
This track explores the quiet moments between exhaustion and expression — where emotion turns into melody and melody turns into release.

Rooted in jazz but touched with Afro-soul and neo-jazz influences, “You Tired?” carries late-night warmth, soft groove, and a cinematic atmosphere. Whether you're unwinding, creating, thinking, or just breathing, this piece is meant to sit with you.

✨ Genres: Afro Jazz • Jazz Fusion • Neo Soul • Soul Jazz
✨ Vibes: Chill • Introspective • Late-Night • Emotional • Warm • Smooth
✨ For fans of: experimental jazz, soulful instrumentals, modern Afro-fusion


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