Young Nudy Unreleased Sl’merre2 (FADEDINTHEBOOTH2) BOP

Shake It Make It

CONTROL

headlock- imogen heap  triple layered  reverb

Giulio Cercato Go Round

Kxtamine Cxwboy Terminator Techno

cover art by @happycloudsandtrees

(Verse 1)
Wipe the crust off eyes
The sun does rise
See the rays blade straight through blinds right (this mornin)
Sleep deprived no need for screamin hi’s of primed alarms, arms and feet beyond weak lead on
Creaked off, routine starts
Teeth washed, ménage speakin soft, suit on  (this mornin)
Hunger pangs lay dormant 
We all leave for church with hearts broken
(This mornin)

(Verse 2)
One foot to scene 
my moms face can’t tame the weeps,
 it all streams, members that never reached tryna see me
I weave through the mannequin wave 
in full display 
Break for the restroom, breath swift, 
lid shakes, still aches, 
main aim in this time frame, 
but each inhale and ex, gets harder to maintain
I keep my head depressed and far from the main stage
Service in full effect, face present but brains away
And stays til the casket opens
What was chained fully breaks in my damaged moment 
Seen her face, grandma lays, mental state distortin
Again jus before relenting, many moons float and pass and gradually I notice 
The sunrise my eyes adjust in time to see
Memories brighten eyes although the night can seep
Tears’ll leak I won’t hide I’ll sow them right on sheets
Hold it high and keep at it
Overtime I’ll see
Many a door holdin
Many a soul closed in
Peekin through windows open, scopin the scene til domes pokin
Bodies in droves roam and grow 
sharin the woes my pen noted
sun formed shining, showin I am not alone 









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goodmorning (prod. DOMINIK)

weneverlivedinthemiddleeast

hope y'all enjoy this as much as I did making it

DREAMIIN’ - AK

Ringing

“For the Longest Time” is a nostalgic 1950's ballad drenched in emotional texture. It traces the ache of lost love through cinematic memories—candlelight, rain, vinyl skips, and quiet rooms haunted by absence. Blending poetic lyricism with confessional grit, the song paints a portrait of devotion that lingers long after heartbreak. Its chant-like hook and vivid imagery make it feel timeless, with flashes of vulnerability and edge that could soundtrack both a slow dance and a late-night breakdown.

For the longest time

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