Very good song! i like the beat an samples using it

Great song, keep these coming for sure 🫡💯🔥

This is nice and clear I like the high vocals too

aww loving the message of this track! So good wow 🔥

im feeling you your flow is incredible, you’ve got what you need to blow up

Sunday's

Sunday’s

A Million Years Old Ft. IQ32

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—(Wooh)
Heh, ayy, ayy, ayy (Let’s go)
I talk to my stick like it’s therapy (Pow)
Whole block move when I breathe heavy (Skrrt—yeah)

[Chorus]
Why these niggas postin' like they hard? (Hard)
They microwave beef, I’m cookin’ large (Cook it)
Why your chain blink like it’s on charge? (Charge!)
Boy, that ain't no flex, that’s just fraud (Fraud—wooh)
I turn them memes into some scars (Brrrra!)
Turn a tweet into a boulevard (Slide!)
I talk abstract, but I’m street smart (Smart)
Prayin’ to my beam like it’s God—yeah (Beam talk!)

[Verse 1]
I read the trap like it’s art class (Art)
Color the opps red, no hall pass (Splash)
He talk slick, got jaw glass (Clack)
I don’t shoot twice—nah, I broadcast (Click—yeah)
Used to bag zips in my mom’s vase (Ha!)
Now I stack bands in my hard case (Cash)
Told shorty, “You cute,” she said, “Wrong face” (Damn)
I’m too high—confused my plug with my court case (Yeah, yeah)
I’m laughin' in pain like a meme page (Meme!)
Stick talk sound like a beat change (Boom boom!)
He flexed his rent like it’s free range (Free!)
Now he duckin' birds, that’s a street game (Duck!)

(Yeah, yeah—let’s go!)
I’m paintin' the scene with a hollow tip (Brush!)
Designer smell like apocalypse (Pow!)
My wrist froze—anthropologist (Ice!)
My block deep, anthropologic shit (Gang!)
Weird art, but the blood pure (Pure)
You text “where?” I text “secured” (Yeah)
I do math with the pack, that’s obscure (Obscure)
Add it up—subtract who unsure (Woooh!)

[Chorus]
Why these niggas postin' like they hard? (Hard)
They microwave beef, I’m cookin’ large (Cook it)
Why your chain blink like it’s on charge? (Charge!)
Boy, that ain't no flex, that’s just fraud (Fraud—wooh)
I turn them memes into some scars (Brrrra!)
Turn a tweet into a boulevard (Slide!)
I talk abstract, but I’m street smart (Smart)
Prayin’ to my beam like it’s God—yeah (Beam talk!)

[Verse 2]
So much drip that it clogged the drain (Splash!)
So much aim that it curved the frame (Bow!)
So much slang that it birthed a name (Yeah)
They say I’m weird, but I earn my lane (Earn it!)
My plug do yoga with the vacuum seal (Stretch)
He balance weight, that’s a real skill (Real)
He told me calm down, I said, “Chill?” (Chill?)
Then I blinked once and the pot spilled (Damn)

Nigga said he slide, but he Uber pooled (He did)
I just laugh—gang think that’s cruel (Ha!)
My blick got manners, it say “excuse” (Pop!)
Right before it teach a quick rule (Brrrra!)
Nigga wear cap like graduation day (Yeah)
Still can’t pass where I navigate (Nah)
Talkin' Picasso, I illustrate (Bang)
Put your crew in a still frame, annotate (Click!)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah—let’s go!)
I’m abstract, but I’m active too (Uh huh)
I paint bars in the avenue (Drip)
Got a Glock like it’s camera view (Flash)
Say “cheese,” he freeze, that’s gratitude (Freeze up!)
Every bar coded, barcode—wooh (Scan it)
Plug text me: “art sold”—true (Facts)
They study my flow like a lost scroll (Scroll)
My stick the brush—your face the wall (Bang!)

[Chorus]
Why these niggas postin' like they hard? (Hard)
They microwave beef, I’m cookin’ large (Cook it)
Why your chain blink like it’s on charge? (Charge!)
Boy, that ain't no flex, that’s just fraud (Fraud—wooh)
I turn them memes into some scars (Brrrra!)
Turn a tweet into a boulevard (Slide!)
I talk abstract, but I’m street smart (Smart)
Prayin’ to my beam like it’s God—yeah (Beam talk!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—(Skrrt!)
I pray to the paint and the pistol (Pistol)
I laugh at the beef, it’s official (Ha!)
Art in the trap, that’s a visual (Yeah)
Abstract but I’m still criminal (Still!)
(Gang—Wooh—Yeah)

Beam Talk [Prod. PMO Music]

Yung Jay - Street Therapy

imhardasf

Monsters

Dropp’n light on ’em, watch the dark fall back,  
Southside soul with a God-built track.  
Truth hit hard when the bass go smack,  
No cap, I’m the glow they lack. 

≋ Cyberwaves 🖤
#DroppinLightOnEm 💎✨️

Droppin Light on 'Em

Droppin Light On 'Em

Cold ❄️ Blooded

DUM DUM - an aimless troll who trolls so hard that he chases away the few supporters they have

Dum Dums feat. Truth303

Sober Is Just Better

Just yesterday I was so young
Strawberry fields had just begun
I was a the walrus, I was so sad
I said goodbye, I must have been mad

You can breathe it, love in the air
You can feel it, love in the air
You can see it, love in my stare
There’s a love in your words, a love in your touch, 
a love on your lips, I love you so much

Before I held you, I was so lost
Life was a game regardless of cost
You kissed my mouth and then I was glad
But I was a fool, I didn't know what I had

You can breathe it, love in the air
You can feel it, love in the air
You can see it, love in my stare
There’s a love in your words, a love in your touch, 
a love on your lips, I love you so much

Where we walk, love seems to grow
Above, behind us, and below  
Who around us, would not know
The love in your words, love in your touch, love on your lips

You can breathe it, love in the air
You can feel it, love in the air
You can see it, love in my stare
There’s a love in your words, a love in your touch, 
a love on your lips, I love you so much

(I love you so, love you so, love you so much)
(I love you so, love you so, love you so much)
(I love you so, love you so, love you so much)
Oh, love in your words, love in your touch, 
love on your lips, I love you so much

Lyrics by Malcolm Cork
Music by Tom Hall
(c) 2025

Love in the Air

Independent artist and guitar player combining storytelling, rhythm, and focus. Every track reflects grind, emotion, and self-belief.
🎧 Authentic sound. Real intent.

Sober Is Just Better

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