Pa Topi

final

interludio

prod xina12

acho que voce nao me entende
todos os caminhos la atras sumiram
nao me joga nesse labirinto, nao
falo a verdade, sempre q da, sempre que dói
voce me conhece
com ou sem voce to fumando essa merda
com voce é melhor entao vem me leva
acho que voce nao quer
o que eu quero pra nós
merdas muito dificeis, tudo mudando da noite pro dia
nao perde seu tempo comigo, nunca fui um bom amigo
nao me olha assim
as vezes te beijo e sinto que ce nao queria ta ali
o que voce queria ta ali, na tela do seu celular
entao nao mente mais pra mim
acordei pensando em voce, tem algo de muito errado aqui
eu sempre minto pra mim, eu sempre repito isso aqui
é tudo culpa do absinto e venenos
no final da noite vemos porque viemos, aqui
me da sua mao, voce negou, juro voce ta tao preso
mas, voce é tao doce, petit gateau, eu achei que era menos
bae nao me cansa, isso me cansa
por que continuamos nesse jogo de aparencias?
quando eu te beijar, me beija
acho que isso é tudo que nós temos
nao faz sentido, eu nao quero ser o seu amigo
eu acho que ce sabe disso, desde inicio, sejamos sinceros
acho que nós nao temos mais
e eu acho que eu desci do balanço
e eu sei que nao sou só eu que canso, que canto
o que nós queriamos nao ta rolando
deixa acontecer naturalmente, eu nao quero ver voce chorar
deixa que o amor encontre a gente, nosso caso vai se eternizar
acho que voce nao me entende
todos os caminhos la atras sumiram
nao me joga nesse labirinto

acho q isso é tudo que temos 💨

(remix)
Ficha técnica:
Vocais: @9lavaboy @leonandradej
Mix & master: @leonandradej & @skriptt
Prod: @vampnawave

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Original: https://soundcloud.com/eoiron/mande-um-sinal-9-luffs

Mande um sinal w/ @leonandradej

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     Faixa 2. Mentiras
Produzido por Stuani (@prodbystuani )
visuals by @newurbany
                  ☆

Mentiras - lonelybiel - Ft. Ph'z, mavyrmldy & pluglip (prodbystuani)

prod @whyheytor & @otrashy

pego ela memo eu n ligo pro amanha
algumas cadelas todas elas são minhas fãs 
eles falam de mim, acho que ele nao tem oq fazer
eles falam de mim, acho que eu farmei mais que vc
ela me liga quando qr fuder 
faço dinheiro pelo meu pc
fodase mano eu comprei um AP
ela me liga quando qr me ve

sempre to ocupado 
eh q eu nunca tenho tempo 
bitch relaxa vc eh tão gostosa 
mas eu nunca vou jogar dentro

acho que eu te amo tb<3
só que eu gosto mto mais da minha roupa 
tenho uma flor isso te deixa louca
eu to de all black, eu to de touca
eu to gastando compulsivamente
mes que vem eu vou cromar o meu dente 
eu nunca deixo mh mina carente 
faço movimentos inteligentes

pego ela memo eu n ligo pro amanha
algumas cadelas todas elas são minhas fãs 
eles falam de mim, acho que ele nao tem oq fazer
eles falam de mim, acho que eu farmei mais que vc
ela me liga quando qr fuder 
faço dinheiro pelo meu pc
fodase mano eu comprei um AP
ela me liga quando qr me ve

sempre to ocupado 
eh q eu nunca tenho tempo 
bitch relaxa vc eh tão gostosa 
mas eu nunca vou jogar dentro

acho que eu te amo tb<3
só que eu gosto mto mais da minha roupa 
tenho uma flor isso te deixa louca
eu to de all black, eu to de touca
eu to gastando compulsivamente
mes que vem eu vou cromar o meu dente 
eu nunca deixo mh mina carente 
faço movimentos inteligentes

ela me liga quando qr fuder 
faço dinheiro pelo meu pc
fodase mano eu comprei um AP
ela me liga quando quer me ver 

ela me liga quando quer me ver

ela me liga quando quer me ver

acho q eu te amo tb<3

OS G RAÇA (ft. Stuart Keef)

GALINHEIRO

PROFESSOR

R-U-S-H

J-M-V

City Vibes

Short Description
A soulful hometown anthem about growing up around real life, real people, and real lessons. It’s not about gang ties it’s about pride, roots, and the quiet strength that comes from surviving where you were shaped. No matter how far the road goes or how big the dreams get, home stays woven into your bones.

HOOK
Home is where the heart still hums in the breeze,
Even when the road keep whisperin’ “come find me,”
Every time I leave, I feel the pull, low-key—
No matter where I go, it always lives in me.

Sunset hittin’ different when you’re chasin’ dreams,
Days run fast, but the nights stay clean,
Got love for the place that first made me—
Home is in my bones, and it rides with me.

VERSE
Yeah Watsonville summers in my rearview glow,
Lil’ homie on the curb watchin’ big dogs post,
I ain’t bang, but the block taught me moves I know,
How to read a man’s eyes ‘fore he say "fo’sho."

Seen fools crash out tryna chase that rep,
Seen mothers pray loud just to catch they breath,
I kept my colors tucked deep, but my pride stayed set—
You don’t need to throw signs when your name got respect.

We was barefoot kids where the fields run long,
Bikes with no brakes, bumpin’ oldies songs,
Life hit early, but it made me strong—
Now I’m drivin’ toward the future I been buildin’ on.

And the breeze still hit like the hometown truth,
Turn that corner and the world feel new,
But no matter where the highway carries my route,
It’s the dirt I was born in that grew my roots.

HOOK
Home is where the heart still hums in the breeze,
Even when the road keep whisperin’ “come find me,”
Every time I leave, I feel the pull, low-key—
No matter where I go, it always lives in me.

Sunset hittin’ different when you’re chasin’ dreams,
Days run fast, but the nights stay clean,
Got love for the place that first made me—
Home is in my bones, and it rides with me.

VERSE
Came up where the nights said grow up fast,
Everybody got dreams but they don’t all last,
I learned early that peace got a different cost,
And the strongest ones ain’t the ones who actin’ hard.

Palm trees lean like they know my past,
Streetlights flicker when the memories flash,
I been outta town pushin’ hopes like cash—
But I carry my beginnings like they stitched in my path.

We got homies that stayed, and homies that changed,
Some broke cycles, some still trapped in the maze,
But I ain’t never been ashamed of the place I came—
Even distance don’t erase what the soil engrained.

Now I’m chasin’ that sun where tomorrow lives,
Tryna shine for the ones who ain’t get that win,
And every mile I drive feels like talkin’ to them—
Hometown in my heart like my next of kin.

HOOK
Home is where the heart still hums in the breeze,
Even when the road keep whisperin’ “come find me,”
Every time I leave, I feel the pull, low-key—
No matter where I go, it always lives in me.

Sunset hittin’ different when you’re chasin’ dreams,
Days run fast, but the nights stay clean,
Got love for the place that first made me—
Home is in my bones, and it rides with me.

City Vibes

“Golden Snow on Riverside Lane” es un paseo nocturno por una ciudad nevada llena de luces cálidas, escaparates mágicos, regalos brillantes y jazz suave cruzando el aire.

Un tema navideño, lo-fi y elegante, perfecto para caminar bajo la nieve o ver cómo brilla la ciudad desde una ventana.

🎧 Lo-Fi · Christmas · Jazz · Urban · 80 BPM · Snowy, warm, cinematic.

Golden Snow on Riverside Lane

They sell in the rich, they build in the poor, But they don’t feed back — they just drain more. Cash flows up, then out the gate, Leaving nations hollow, real estate holds the weight.

Yo, property’s the battery, but it’s running low, Inflated by fiction, not by flow. The workers broke, the roots gone dry, But the skyline shines — a financial lie.

Inflation props it, like a cheat in the code, While the real economy erodes. No pulse, no loop, no grounded plan, Just castles built on shifting sand.

They saw the nation as numbers, not breath, Chased the profit, but summoned death. Cash drained up like stolen air, Left the body gasping — unaware.

Yo, the economy’s a living thing, With roots that feed, with lungs that sing. But they bled it dry for quarterly gain, Now the organs fail beneath the strain.

Global reach, but no insight, They reaped the gold, but killed the light. The 1% own the sky and sea, But the soil’s gone — no place to be.

Governments twitch in ancient fear, No strategy left, just war draws near. Conditioned minds, blind to the cost, The most evolved civilizations — lost.

The nation’s a body, the economy breathes, But the wealth gets siphoned like falling leaves. Cash flows upward, out of the land, Leaving the roots too weak to stand.

Real estate glows like a battery cell, But it’s running down — can’t cast the spell. Inflation props it, like smoke and glass, While the working class watches time pass.

They reap vast profits, but miss the cost, The soil erodes, the culture’s lost. They think they win, but they kill the frame, The system dies — and war takes aim.

No feedback loop, no healing stream, Just hollow growth and a dying dream. The drain effect ain’t just a flaw, It’s the reason why we march to war.

Yo, the fault ain’t just in the throne, It’s in the code we’ve all been shown. Governments act from ancient scripts, Blind to the cracks, stuck in the flips.

Like electricity, we took the fast lane, Shortest path to profit — long-term pain. Globalized dreams, but no real plan, Just empire echoes and sleight of hand.

The West once flourished off stolen gold, Imperial cheats, success sold cold. Now the roots bleed, the body’s thin, And war’s the fallback — again, again.

Boom and bust ain’t fate, it’s theft, A cycle of cheating, nothing left. Free trade’s a myth when power’s skewed, Letting children buy palaces, crude.

We need control, a central mind, A strategy that’s realigned. Not just markets — but guided flow, Or the system dies, too slow to know.

Economics of Species Forget the charts, forget the greed, The system must serve the species’ need. Not just profit, not just gain, But nourishment flowing through every vein.

Economics ain’t numbers — it’s breath and bone, It’s how we live, how we’ve grown. The drain effect breaks the chain, Leaves the body in silent pain.

We need a strategy that’s built to last, Not shortcuts echoing from the past. Orbital build, symbiotic flow, A species economy — let it grow.

No more toys for corporate kings, No more war as default wings. We rise together, or fall alone, Economics of species — carved in stone.

Built On Shifting Sand

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