Truce Wayne - Pristine Freestyle (Prod. vorni) 
"Pristine Freestyle" by Truce Wayne 
Produced by vorni 

INTL Music 2022 
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Pristine Freestyle (Prod. vorni)

Moon

Moon (feat. SEARIX)

Night

There she go, playin wit my mind again. Thank you God.

In Jesus Name I Pray Amen

Le Dernier Amour

Ich bin GPR

Lip Plumper (La Charo Version)

Pixelated Presence

Mania

She dances barefoot in the rain,
Arms wide open, embracing the storm.
Balancing high on a narrow rail,
One misstep from the edge, where shadows swarm.

City lights flicker, surreal and strange,
She laughs, she sings, a beautiful rage.
Echoes of joy, whispers of pain,
Silent tears fall-unseen in the rain.

Haunted by whispers that call her by name,
A voice only she can hear in the haze.
She feels out of sync, out of place,
Chasing shadows she can’t quite erase.

The city pulls her under, cruel and cold,
Fake smiles, sharp words, stories untold.
Pills don’t numb, can’t quiet the storm-
She’s trapped in the blur where reality’s torn.

She dances barefoot in the rain,
But after the mania, only pain.
The whispers grow louder, calling her name-
I reach out to hold her, to soothe, to reclaim.

How I wish I could say,
“Please, don’t fade away.”

[Chorus]
She’s a wild storm,
A beautiful mess.
Broken and fierce,
But I love her nonetheless.

She’s my chaos,
My bittersweet ache.
She's everything to me,
No matter what breaks.

She’s my beautiful, chaotic storm.

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Mania

Global Sound

MIX + MASTER : SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS

in the kitchen blind
hands dirty as some pigeon pie
time keeps inching by
hands still dirty like pigeon pie

lad know im sweet with the workers
not creeping backrooms but know we some searchers
not pumping tills but pump the engine til we unearth ya
on the path like a sherpa stalking lurkers
bitch wasnt passionate had to curve her
and curving dogs im an earner
syryus fucking up the beat yelling kurwa
he gonna take it further makin dungeon from a server
30 pounds in the ute and he still drink drives
blue bruise looking like the mottled night sky
60 on a e bike no green got chop run a kief pipe
lean n white striding under streetlights
dirty bumbag dirty katty jacket dirty satty
they come back to the alley for the gakky gladly
careful of those vallied cunts who are flicky happy
or be ready to rip them all way more badly

got bulls with me but im not with the bull
wanna break the first rule then i guess its lucky they dont keep a tool

in the kitchen blind
hands dirty as some pigeon pie
time keeps inching by
hands still dirty like pigeon pie

fixing up the stitching with fishing line
kitchen knife fist held tight
still plenty times i sit and whine
but its not a mime when im out gettin mine
cutter seems shy til its all chopped and diced
stack spread like a prison wife
grafting til the blisters shine
at the risk of sounding trite
theyre the bitch it type
we're the risk it type
for the biscuit pitching white in the night
never fucken let a buck whistle by

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

Ich bin GPR

Mighty Max