Lay Down the Guns

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“I Can’t Breathe” is a raw, emotional record by Yung Malo that confronts the fear, anger, and pain of racial injustice in America. Through vivid storytelling and cinematic lyricism, Malo captures the tension of a routine traffic stop that turns into a life-or-death encounter.

The track blends soulful reflection with street realism — a prayer and a protest wrapped into one haunting performance. It’s not just a song; it’s a voice for every man who’s ever whispered those three words and wasn’t heard.

🎧 Genre: Conscious Rap / Street Poetry / Hip-Hop
🔥 Vibe: Emotional • Real • Powerful
📍 For Fans Of: Kendrick Lamar, Tupac, Joyner Lucas, Meek Mill

Key Themes: Police brutality, survival, racial profiling, faith, injustice, and the fight to be seen as human.

“I can’t breathe…
Blue lights flash, be cool.
Both hands on the wheel, don’t move…”

#ICantBreathe #YungMalo #ConsciousRap #Justice #HipHop #RealMusic #StreetPoetry #Storytelling #Truth #PowerfulMusic

Can't Breathe

Healing Hurts More Than Breaking

Blade cold in your palm, I shiver, I moan,
Fingers tracing my skin, I’m yours, I’m alone.
Every nick, every line, I feel it burn,
Your lips on my neck, I ache, I yearn.

I gasp as you whisper, grip tight, slow,
“Look at me, taste this, don’t you go.”
Pulse racing, heat under my skin,
Every stroke, every drop, pulls me in.

Press me down, make me yours,
I’m trembling, craving, behind closed doors.
Every cut, every mark, I surrender, I ache,
Your hand guides me, every move I take.

Blood on silver, fuck me with the thrill,
Trace every line, every drop, every spill.
Hold me, claim me, don’t let me go,
I’m yours tonight, let the danger show.
Edge on my skin, I moan your name,
Every strike, every kiss, feeding the flame.
Blood on silver, sharp and true,
Every cut, every shiver, I belong to you.

Your lips on my collar, tongue dragging slow,
I shiver, I tremble, I want it all, I know.
Blade teasing, teasing, sliding across my thigh,
Every gasp, every moan, every quiet cry.

“Take it, baby, feel me,” you growl low,
I arch, I push, I give, I show.
Hands roaming, fingers tracing every mark,
I’m burning, I’m dripping, igniting the dark.

Edge of trust, edge of pain,
Every line, every nick, driving me insane.
You command, I obey, I shiver, I bend,
Every whisper, every brush, I don’t pretend.

Blood on silver, fuck me with the thrill,
Trace every line, every drop, every spill.
Hold me, claim me, don’t let me go,
I’m yours tonight, let the danger show.
Edge on my skin, I moan your name,
Every strike, every kiss, feeding the flame.
Blood on silver, sharp and true,
Every cut, every shiver, I belong to you.

Press me, thrust the blade slow,
Bite, lick, pull, don’t ever let go.
Mark me, taste me, I’m trembling, I sigh,
Every drop, every stroke, makes me fly.
Whisper my name, moan in my ear,
I’m yours, I’m open, I feel you near.

Hold me, claim me, don’t stop tonight,
Every nick, every mark, every bite.
I’m trembling, I’m yours, every pulse, every fire,
Blood and heat, lust and desire.

Blood on silver, fuck me with the thrill,
Trace every line, every drop, every spill.
Hold me, claim me, don’t let me go,
I’m yours tonight, let the danger show.
Edge on my skin, I moan your name,
Every strike, every kiss, feeding the flame.
Blood on silver, sharp and true,
Every cut, every shiver, I belong to you.

Blood on Silver

LOYL – “Built From Pain” 
“Built From Pain” is a raw, melodic story of survival and self-discovery from LOYL, an artist who turns struggle into strength and emotion into sound. Across seven tracks, LOYL opens up about betrayal, loyalty, and the lessons that come with growth — proving that even through hardship, he never folded.
The project moves like a personal timeline. From the reflective opener “Loyal to Myself (Intro)”, to the heartfelt resilience of “Can’t Fold”, and the closure found in “Letter to the Past Me (Outro)”, every record carries a piece of his journey. The sound blends emotional trap melodies, heartfelt lyricism, and cinematic production — a balance between pain and motivation.
“Built From Pain” isn’t just a project — it’s a statement of endurance. It’s for anyone who’s been counted out, left behind, or forced to rebuild from the ground up. Through every verse, LOYL reminds us: pain doesn’t break you — it builds you.

Counting On You

(verso 1)
Ou te amo até doer,
ou finjo que nunca existiu.
Sou sempre o fim ou o começo,
nunca o meio sutil.

Quando é pra sentir, eu mergulho,
sem medo, sem boia, sem chão.
Mas quando afundo, aprendo
que o fundo também é prisão.

(pré-refrão)
Dizem que o equilíbrio é sabedoria,
mas pra mim, parece ausência.
Ou eu transbordo,
ou viro silêncio.

(refrão)
Sou 8 ou 80,
nunca fui morna,
me queimo ou congelo,
mas nunca sou norma.
Sou tudo ou nada,
nunca sou metade,
vivo entre extremos
disfarçados de verdade.

(verso 2)
Te amo como quem corre no escuro,
achando que o fogo é farol.
Mas o que me guia é o impulso,
mesmo quando me cega o sol.

Eu não sei dosar a entrega,
nem racionar o sentir.
Sou erro em loop,
mas é o erro que me faz existir.

(pré-refrão)
Dizem que é medo disfarçado,
eu chamo de intensidade.
Prefiro o caos vivo
à calma falsidade.

(refrão)
Sou 8 ou 80,
nunca fui morna,
me queimo ou congelo,
mas nunca sou norma.
Sou tudo ou nada,
nunca sou metade,
vivo entre extremos
disfarçados de verdade.

(ponte)
Talvez eu só queira ser lembrada,
mesmo que pelo excesso.
Ser chama, ser sombra,
mas nunca só resto.

(refrão final)
Sou 8 ou 80,
e no meio me perco.
O amor, em mim,
nunca foi verbo neutro.
Sou 8 ou 80 —
metade cura, metade veneno.
E tudo o que toco
vira extremo.

8 ou 80

Dhelick - Late Night Confessions 

🧡💜💛💚 Maybe you Like Too : Dhelick Official Channel: www.youtube.com/@DhelickProducer

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[ ♠♦♣: Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/0ojPE85ywxB4BZHIUTgXEv?si=snXUCa9ARwCZH-yLe5s1BQ

[ ♠♦♣: I Tunes : https://music.apple.com/us/album/late-night-confessions-single/1853933988

[ ♠♦♣: You Tube Music : https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lNFDHTp62BJd3jRkBZzKTiIMDTIz8abpI&si=3rE0erWdXO8XwgwK

Lyrics :

Mmm, you call me when the lights go low,
Whispers in the dark, you already know...
We're caught between the fire and the fall,
But I still answer when you call...

Yeah, midnight moves, I'm sliding through your lane,
City lights flicker while I'm drowning in your name,
Used to keep it cool, but now I'm losing all control,
Every text you send feel like it's touching my soul.
You say "boy, don't play," I say "girl, don't fade,
We both know the rules, but we both disobeyed,
I'm chasing your shadow like a dream I can't own,
You're my peace and my chaos — all rolled in one tone.

You got me caught in your late night confessions,
Heartbeats runnin', no second guesses,
Every word feels like a lesson,
Love's a crime and we're the weapons.
Ooh, can't run from this obsession,
Your name echoes my reflection,
Late night confessions…
I'm fallin', fallin' for your tension.

I tried to walk away, but your voice pulls me back,
Every time I breathe, I'm on your track.
You're trouble dressed in midnight blue,
But every kind of danger leads me straight to you.

You said forever's just a word for fools,
But look at us now, breakin' every rule.
In the silence, your heartbeat speaks,
Love ain't weak, it's just bittersweet.
I'd trade sleep for one more night with you,
Under neon skies, where the lies feel true,
You're my muse, my chaos, my sin,
Every time you leave, I fall back in.

Say my name, don't let it fade tonight…
Girl, I'm here, lost in your light…
Two hearts burnin' in the same fight,
Love too wrong, but it feels so right.

Late night confessions, can't stop this feelin
Every word we say keeps the wounds from healin
No direction, but I'm still reelin
You're my sin, my truth, my reason.
Late night confessions…
We're lost but we keep believin.

Late Night Confessions

Zöe slinks back into her signature late-night groove with “Hotel Lobby” — a breathy, controlled burn about keeping it cute when everyone’s watching. Wrapped in glossy synth pads and low-end tension, this is a record for the girls who know better… but still send the text. 👀

Between whispered warnings and velvet threats, Zöe flips the narrative: she’s the one telling him to keep his cool, to watch his stare, to play it smooth in public — before letting it all go upstairs. It’s classy, messy, dangerous… and she never once loses control.

Favorite line?
“If these walls could talk, they’d call it sloppy…”
Yeah. She said that.

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🎧 For fans of: Ariana’s Positions, Tinashe’s X, Normani’s Fair
🎙️ Vocals: Zöe (Lead)

Hotel Lobby

Jingle Bells (Twerk Song)

tell a friend to tell a friend 
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