Don’t Hum My Way

mountain of regrets

NEIGHBORS

Fading Lights

Icarus II

Mess

Hate To Admit It

Money conversations, you can't even comprehend it
Prolly why you mad, prolly why we never blended
You was local minded, I was thinking continental
Now you're in my DMs typing novels, sentimental
But I don't read that shit, I don't need that shit
Got your replacement and her friend, they don't speak that shit
They just ride the wave, ride the Wraith, ride the high
You was too busy arguing to recognize the signs



Lamborghini thoughts in a Honda Civic mindset.

This one is for everyone who outgrew their circle. If they can't comprehend the conversation, they aren't meant to be part of it.

Villian

quiet. by eli.

Twelve Traps of Christmas by smokethatdank

Heartless

A trip-hop beat sets the stage with lush orchestral strings and atmospheric pads, building a cinematic intro. Trap hi-hats and 808s drive a deep, punchy Memphis groove. Southern rap verses flow with orchestral stabs, while explosive, gospel-tinged choruses break into dubstep drops and choral swells. Ghostly, soulful baritone vocals command, blending the grit and intimacy of a live gospel revival with dark R&B edge, layering live crowd responses and organ runs to evoke a world-changing, electrifying experience.

The Drugs Stopped Working - John doE

Fading Lights

Marsh Wheeler