08. Evil B#_%$ (Prod By Zeek).mp3

king

You might have looked around for help
And you don't know anyone 
Remember Jesus is your friend 
And He will not forsake you 

He said I'll be with you to the very end of your age
Stop crying 
Crying doesn't fix a thing 
Pick up your faith in Him 
No matter what you're going through 
No matter what the world has thrown to you 
Arise and rise look to Jesus 
And rise to Him today 
Look to Him today 
Though your father may forsake you 
Your brother may neglect you 
Your fellow countrymen may not see you 

Jesus won't forget 
But look up 
To the heavens 
He will do it for you 
He won't forget you 
He that endures till the end, He said shall be saved 
Arise and look to the heavens 
Look to Jesus 
And rise unto Jesus 
The author and finisher of our faith 
He won't forget 
He won't forget you

He_wont_forget

alchemy

28th_LoFi_Beat

Mood FU (prod. JP beatz)

Eighty miles past the county line
Gas light blinkin', I'm outta time
Dashboard glow and a lonesome hum
Radio fading like where I’m from
A sign flickers Vacancy Room for One
Just a ghost lit town under a no name sun
Pulled off the highway, heartbeat slow
Just me and the night and a need to let go

Somewhere between the lines and the lane
Where the road goes quiet and the sky looks strange
A place I found, but didn’t mean to stay
Caught in a dream I can't explain
I just closed my eyes for a little while
Now I’m stuck in a town that don't fit my smile
Just tryin’ to make it home tonight
Somewhere there between the lines

Lobby smells like smoke and rain
Bell rings hollow, front desk plain
Clerk with eyes like he’s seen it all
Said Room’s down back, next to the wall
Hallway whispers, time stands still
Each door’s a secret, each breath a thrill
Laid down heavy, dreams got strange
Like the town was a stage and I’d missed the change

Somewhere between the lines and the lane
Where the road goes quiet and the sky looks strange
A place I found, but didn’t mean to stay
Caught in a dream I can't explain
I just closed my eyes for a little while
Now I’m stuck in a town that don't fit my smile
Just tryin’ to make it home tonight
Somewhere there between the lines

I saw a girl in a diner booth
She sang a tune, low and smooth
Said she’d been here for a hundred moons
Waiting on a ride or a change of tune
Time moved sideways, clocks ran slow
Even my shadow didn’t wanna go
But the road calls back like a restless bell
And I left behind more than I could tell

Somewhere between the lines and the lane
Where the road goes quiet and the sky looks strange
A place I found, but didn’t mean to stay
Caught in a dream I can't explain
I just closed my eyes for a little while
Now I’m stuck in a town that don't fit my smile
Just tryin’ to make it home tonight
Somewhere there between the lines

Somewhere Between The Lines

1656 Gang represent Thotiana by Mike Nation 

Thotiana Prod by DA Plug

Addicted to the rockstar life makes me immortalized. What you guys think?

Bottles and Pain (MegaBoosted)

Lyrics: Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros (Uli) And Cool Happy Cissa
Composed on Suno.com
Copyright: Uli and Cool Happy Cissa (Pro License)

Verse 1:

Today I woke up feeling like I have a moderate to severe  case of writer's block.
It seems  everything has come to a stop. ... 

My rhymes are in a state of shock.
Oh, Writer’s block is like going to a store with all the shelves out of stock.

Pre-Chorus:

It’s like they ran out of coffee at the coffee shop 
(Yeah, they ran out of coffee at the coffee shop) –but  I really don’t  give a fuck ; I’m not sad. 
I guess …
I’ll just write something on my notepad instead

Break:

Writer’s block is like having all my feathers plucked.

Chorus:

Lay down on my bed,
From the bottom to the top of my wings,
I feel my words coming
From another world.
Role of inspirations,
Wings of navigations,
Crossing the stars,
Words come... Like commissaries.

Hook:

Verse 3:

So, If you see someone without inspiration, 
Let them know  it's not for long, but just for a bit.
The words need to transpire, or it's over.


Hands writing, universe painting,
Good rhymes come as comets, iced like my drink.
The content must be sober.

Verse 4:

Explosive at all costs.
Peace must be the duty of those commissaries.
Peace preserves the beauty.

Pre-Chorus:

It’s like they ran out of coffee at the coffee shop 
(Yeah ,  out of coffee at the coffee shop)–but I really don’t give a fuck ; I’m not sad. 
I guess …
I’ll just write something on my notepad instead

Break:

Writer’s block is like having all my feathers plucked.

Chorus:

Lay down on my bed,
From the bottom to the top of my wings,
I feel my words coming
From another world.
Role of inspirations,
Wings of navigations,
Crossing the stars,
Words come... Like commissaries.

Outro:

It’s time I put a stop
To my writer’s block
(stop)
Stop!✋

Writer’s Block (collab with Cool happy Cissa ) (Remastered) by Uli and Cissa

I wrote this song for our Celts track, but it didn't quite fit that vibe, and so we decided it would be better as its own single, and here it is. It is based on an old Welsh myth.

08. Evil B#_%$ (Prod By Zeek).mp3

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