Duce Mino returns with “Glad Its Night”

2022

#trap #rap #atl #atlanta

Free Trill

Shattered Reflections

Knuckledrift

Drank sipper, lean back slow
Whole world mine, I just move low
Ice don’t talk, but it still show
Got no heart, just control
Drank sipper, seat recline
Mood too real, tone too fine
Every call missed by design
I don’t chase peace, I define

Drank Sipper

“Bloody Hearts” by Needlessone blends dark cinematic trap and ethereal electronic textures into a haunting emotional storm. Deep baritone vocals, ghostly harmonies, and glitch-driven basslines unravel a story of heartbreak, devotion, and self-destruction. Metallic percussion, reversed piano, and heavy 808 growls pulse beneath melancholic melodies, creating an atmosphere that’s both brutal and beautiful—a raw reflection of pain wrapped in digital fire.


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Bloody Hearts

Produced By Jourdain Casper.


Fi, Chillhop, Dark Jazz Hop, Ambient, 2AM, Monologue, Hazy


The Official Ghosty Ghost 👻

Ghosty Ghost - DUSTY TAPES (2 AM Confessions)

Fragments V2

A song about designed truth and branded deception.
If you’re here early, thank you for listening.

OFF WHITE LIES

A cinematic throwback to the young 1980s in Los Angeles, captured through the eyes of the grown folks who lived it. The scene takes place on a cracked schoolyard at sunset, warm golden light stretching across the pavement. A boom box sits beside open vinyl crates, records pulled and scattered like a real after-school session.

A group of adult dancers step with sharp, confident footwork — the early form of the crip walk — moving the same way they did back in the day. Their clothing is pure early-80s West Coast style: fresh sneakers, clean creases, old-school jackets, and that unmistakable LA flavor.

Long shadows slide across the yard, dust drifts in the air, and a soft film-grain look gives the image a classic West Coast feel.
The title “Young 80’s Crip Walk” sits at the top in bold West Coast lettering, tying the scene to the era that shaped the movement.

We use to Crip Walk

[Intro]
Tell me the truth…
Was I toxic?
Or did I just stay way too long in something that was killing me slowly?
You ever hold poison thinking it was medicine?
Yeah, that was me.

[Verse 1]
Was I toxic when I swallowed all your lies?
When I bit my tongue while you looked me in the eyes?
When I carried your chaos like it was my cross
And still apologized every time we fought
Tell me, was I toxic for staying too loyal?
For loving you through storms that were never mutual?
For packing up your damage and calling it home
While you sat comfy on a heart I loaned
I walked on eggshells in a war you started
And you called me crazy when I became guarded
You drained my spirit but needed my soul
Then blamed me for the weight of your control
Now I ask myself in the silence of my room
Was I poisonous, or just drowning in your fumes?
Is it toxic to break when you’re pushed that far?
Or is that just proof of where the wounds are?

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t label my reaction like I’m the disease
You lit the match, I just burned in the heat
You twisted love into a battlefield
But I’m the villain just ‘cause I couldn’t heal in your field

[Chorus]
Was I toxic when I put up with your bullshit?
Took all the blame, every lie, every rumor you spit?
Or was I just bleeding out in disguise
Smiling through pain while love fucking died?
Was I toxic for finally losing my mind?
After crossing a thousand emotional lines?
If standing up now makes me the bad guy
Then I’ll wear that crown while I walk away alive

[Verse 2]
Gaslight, guilt trip, emotional games
Kept me addicted to hurt and shame
You played victim while I played dumb
Believing love meant going numb
Friends said leave, I said “they don’t get it”
Now I see clearly what I won’t regret is
Loving hard even when it hurt me
While you just loved how I served you
I became colder just to survive
While you sharpened words like knives
So if you call me toxic now, I laugh
‘Cause you fell in love with my aftermath
You don’t miss me, you miss control
Miss having access to my soul
Now I’m healing and that’s the crime
‘Cause you can’t live rent free in my mind

[Bridge]
Maybe I did scream
Maybe I did break
Maybe I did become someone I hate
But you don’t get to write my ending
When you were the one who kept the blade bending
Pain don’t make you toxic, it makes you human
Endurance in hell doesn’t mean I condone it
And healing ain’t pretty
Growth ain’t sweet
Sometimes it ugly…
But it’s real to me

[Final Chorus]
So was I toxic for putting up with your mess?
Or was I loyal way past my best?
Was I “crazy” for wanting peace?
Or just tired of your constant disease?
If protecting myself is labeled wrong
Then I’ll be wrong, and still be strong
I won’t carry your guilt no more
I washed my hands, I closed the door

[Outro]
You keep my name inside your mouth
Like it’s sweeter than the truth you never found
But the only toxic thing I ever did
Was love you harder than I loved myself
And I fixed that.

Was I Toxic When I Put Up With All Your Bullshit?

drift mode, they talk slick, I just switch roads
sayin’ I should chill - yeah, I been told
but I love when the wheels lose control

Drift mode

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