Written by Kristina Florell
Produced by Merely
Remix by Makinarium
Additional Vocals by Leopold Rothhardt

Lyrics:

Now let us be one
Aiming for that home run
No, my friends weren't there
Through the dire straits, mmh
Fall took that summer
First cold breeze
Your warming chest
Darker skies
And my lonely shadow
As a dancing silhouette
Mirrored in your eye

The killing sun
Merge us from two into one
Warm beams strike us
The killing sun
Accepting to become one
Now I know you really want me

You really want me

It’s not that I had no one
I just felt unknown
I didn't walk the line
Most of the time
I felt confined
And I was told I'd end up alone
That chased me
Still does today
I alienate
So I never thought
I’d be one with someone
I'd be one with someone like you

The killing sun
Merge us from two into one
Warm beams strike us
The killing sun
Accepting to become one
Now I know you really want me

You really want me
The killing sun
You really want me

Merely - The Killing Sun (Makinarium Remix)

IN THE DARK (ft NFT & GEMINI)

the sundays - gone

DA REAL GHOST

BAR TALK

LYRICS

i’ll chop a bad hoe off she got me screwed up
rosa parks we in the back i tell her scoot up
my brother said he kind of sick. I gotta bless his cup
fina geta lexus ona slab and fuck the city up
she looked at me, put dick in her throat
she said boy you dirty wash your mouth out with the soap
geeked up with a white hoe Finna watch regular show
my bitch got some money you won’t catch her in no coach
selling drugs in high school trading gas for the Notes
really i was juggin sellin 3.5 to white folks
charge them $80 nigga said I was the goat, 
it’s snowing in Atlanta so you know I’m Finna go, 
geeked up in the mirror. I think I’m talking to a ghost. 
I pray you pop that Plan B nah that shit ain’t no joke
nigga in that water are you gonna drown or you gonna float
I wanna have a daughter so she know her dad to goat
this bitch is a terrorist keep blowing up my phone
Osama Bitch I’m Ballin Papa pill get in my zone
baby this is my main line hit my other phone
talking about a date night to Uber in her home
geeked up every day and night like Kid Cudi homes
hola to my señorita’s. Can I get some dome,
she said que  Tienes ( what do u have) i said money now she goin
she poking out her culo (ass) . 
Know she wont it 
know she grown
me gusts el dinero and de pollo yeah mijo( I like money and chicken, darling) 
this nigga is such a try hard learn new language for the hoes
bilingual is my shooter la pistola (the pistol) get you gone
my brother locked but having shit rocking Prada with the chrome, geeked up eating Carne Asada
she don’t want the dick say Nada 
I won’t buy you shit I’m not your papa, NIA pop on me get popped up
bitch pop up on me getting knocked up, 
move that wrist to the lock up, 
call the driver yeah we gonna spin the block
nigga really ain a  shooter his Glock took, 
nigga really ain’t my Homie getting back doed, 
Outside pop a pill that’s the antidote, (something about be in 10th grade eating cantaloupe) 
she licking my balls like a envelope, 
yo bitch like to suck my banana white bitch Hannah Montana
geeked up Fredo Montana 
shoot a nigga Tony Santana, 
geeked up Fredo Santana 
shoot a nigga Tony Montana, 
I don’t wanna cuff just want a throat want the throat, 
she said you got cash throw sum mor throw sum mow, 
bilingual nigga shoot at you in your hoe and your hoe, 
baby I don’t wanna cuff just give me throat. Give me throat., 
she says she felt a bond gotta go slow your role, 
my brother he from Memphis he pour up 4 he the goat

Ms. Krissel

Parzival Can Fly