>>>>LYRICS<<<<

What can I say 
It’s hard to resist this fiend 
Take my ass to the bank 
Cashing out the volt mane 
Fuck what you say 
I don’t need no pinky ring
Let my fuckin nuts hang 
You can hear me let my shit bang 
Through da speakers 
Slimmy is the name 
Shoutout to my creatures 
These fucking leachers
Fuckin up the game
Burning out the flame 
Let me resurrect
So I can kill the dream 
Propane soak em in the gasoline 
I hope you learned yo lesson 
Fuck this fame
All these lames and these fakes 
Still switchin on my lane 
Better not get in my way 

Mask on my face 
Cause this fiend got no face
It’s hard in this place
Mind sharper then the blades 
I do this shit all day 
Craw to my place
Raw with the blade
Running and afraid 
God gets no break

MASK ON

GRAVEYARD - HELLISH
SPOILEDBRAT x COBRA$HINS
PROD. BY COBRA $HINS

HELLISH

Lyrics:

As I crush my weed & roll this dank
I’m Off to a place that my mind will awake 
Hoping that I find some type of exit 
I don’t needa gun cause my mind is a weapon 
 Needa stay safe & away from these demons 
Cause they tryna lock my soul in hell 
& I know they gonna set a price 
For every single thing that I want & 
like 
To me that shit don’t sound right 
I could really do this by myself 
Lost a couple friends I’m like damn oh well 
Don’t try to come around cause that ship has sailed 
Like some mufuckin mail how the fuck cant you tell 
Im done with yo shit & bitch I had enough 

Zoomin in the night while I’m smoking on that green stuff 
Even if I wasn’t here a part of me would still exist bitch 
I’m up every night putting my thoughts into lyrics
I try to close my eyes but I’m jus looking at the celling 
So I jus get high then I start to feel numb 
Bitch I get so slumped then wake up & forget what I done last night 
I was damn fried zoomin thru the mufuckin’ sky 
Take a hit of that wax I was so high in class in my seat leaned back in my black bucket hat

EXIT

... because I can't help but(t) dream of a world that would honor divine femininity (e.g. generous titties lol), and censor villains' stupidity (e.g. bro-nerous animosity), versus (in reality) vice versa wah wah 🕊️🎻

GROWsutra (Censored) EPx8 Cello flows Burlesque (1) ❯ Indie (2-6) ❯ LoFi (7-8)

☷☷☷
@bananasutra #lyrics

[Intro]
Why we can't be brave?
Sheeples to the grave...

[Verse 1]
Bro, what’s the deal with double standards?
Breasts get censored, but guns ain’t handled?
Lies on the news, try explainin’ to kids,
Why sexism’s cool if reason’s in the mix.

[preChorus]
They ban the skin, but not the sin,
Tales that degrade, yeah they let ‘em spin.
Power trips kill, they don’t even blink,
Humans don’t know, don’t grow, don’t even think.

[Chorus]
Why we can’t be brave? Why we can’t be kind?
Stuck in a cycle, lose your soul, lose your mind.
Integrity’s callin’, humility, too,
GROWsutra vibes, let the cello come through!

[Verse 2]
Corporate censors, what’s their goal?
Silence our light, while they bankroll us all.
Generations duped, all for control,
Who feels entitled to spite female soul?

[preChorus]
They ban the skin, but not the sin,
Tales that degrade, but they let ‘em spin.
Power trips kill, they don’t even blink,
Humans don’t know, don’t grow, don’t even think.

[Chorus]
Why we can’t be brave? Why we can’t be kind?
Stuck in a cycle, lose your soul, lose your mind.
Integrity’s callin’, humility, too,
GROWsutra vibes, let the cello come through!

[Verse 3]
Cello’s loopin’, justice savin’ lives,
Acoustic delight, yeah, the music thrives.
Truth is the rhythm, kindness is the flow,
Grow, glow, and show what humanity must know.

[Outro]
Bro, it’s time to learn, drop the fear and lies,
Let honesty shine, kindness energize...
Cello Sutra vibes, love in the spotlight,
GROW, be bold, and rewrite the night.


[07] Why We Can't Be Brave - GROWsutra (Censored) Psychedelic Hip Hop Cello Indie Dub Fusion LOFI

The Formula is the story of what happens when discipline becomes momentum, and momentum becomes identity. It’s a London hip hop study in pressure, precision, and the quiet violence of focus — the late nights where the world shrinks to a tunnel and the work becomes the only thing you can hear.

Across twelve tracks, the project follows an artist who cracks the code, outruns himself, listens to the algorithm whisper back, and ultimately breaks the loop he built. It’s drill-adjacent, but inward-looking; confident, but aware of the cost; philosophical, but always grounded in real human hours — kids upstairs, sofa light, missed calls, breath regained.

This isn’t an album about success.
It’s an album about the discipline behind it,
the ghosts it creates,
and the freedom that returns when you finally slow down.

The Formula isn’t something you find.
It’s something you become.

You might also like: 
Not the one: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/not-the-one
Sofa, Kids, Alan Watts: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/sofa-kids-alan-watts
Big Santz (Xmas Special): https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/big-santz-xmas-jungle-special-edition
God mode: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/god-mode 

EXIT

MASKRUTO

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