This playlist has a selection of the best upbeat indie tracks that just can&#x27;t hold you on your chair. This will create the perfect atmosphere to get everyone moving on the rhythm.

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Ivory

Sorry

Memphis Zoo

The Truth

“Tattoos (Bad News)” delves into the duality of life, balancing hedonism with a search for authenticity. The lyrics express a raw and unapologetic attitude, showcasing a desire for escapism through drugs and tattoos while navigating relationships marked by superficiality. Wonderland Zone paints a vivid picture of a tumultuous lifestyle, where moments of joy are intertwined with the harsh realities of personal demons. The track captures the essence of living on the edge, reflecting the artist’s inner conflict and pursuit of freedom amidst chaos.

Tattoo (bad News)

Garfeild

To Cry Is Not To Lie

You'll Be Alright, Kid (Chapter 1)

Ordinary

WHISKEY RAIN

CAMO

$outh $ide $uicide

$UICIDEBOY$ x POUYA - $OUTH $IDE $UICIDE

Stay with You

Iris

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My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

FUCKTHEPOPULATION

Walking On A Dream

We Are The People

Somewhere Only We Know

$UICIDEBOY$ & Pouya - RUNNIN' THRU THE 7TH WITH MY WOADIES (BASS BOOSTED)

Americana

Why Don't You Get A Job

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[VERSE I: YUNG $NOW]

mirror mirror on the wall
who the fuck was that ugly ass boy i saw
yung mutt what a dumb fuck
dirty like a dump truck
such a fucking bum haunting slut's guts
i'm disgusted 
i'm busted up
what the fuck did i just put up my nose?
i'm bugging out
knees buckle
i'm ducking out
i'm in trouble now i can see the clouds light out
now i lay myself to sleep
now that i can rest in peace
no questioning my misery
my deathwish granted blissful sleep
my body turns to worms for the birds to eat
internal decay for eternity

[VERSE II: SCRIM]

i can't lie
lately i been on the fucking edge
pistol grip up on my lap
xanax, heron
bunch of meds
fantasizing about death
just need one in my temple
put the gun up to my head
fuck this shit
i shot the lead and now i'm dead
descending though hell
nothing but burning flesh smells
i scream and scream and scream and hear the others yell as well
oh well
just my luck
devil opens up to devour me
that was my old life
now anti-christ he has empowered me

I Want to Die In New Orleans

COMA

[VERSE I: Lord of Loneliness]

It's lonely at the top
all of my enemies have been defeated
the crown has been sitting on my head for too long
it's starting to give me these legions
don't follow the crowd
the crowd is misleading
stay solo
surrounded by all of my demons
licking my wounds as they deepen
constantly feeding them all of my secrets
007
i got the golden gun
i got the golden
im busting
open up the door
I'm at my breaking point
I cannot take this shit no more
I'm ready to fucking explode
open up
knock knock
here comes the glock cocked
9 mili pop pop pop
oh no
making a mess
my aim ain't the best
I guess I should clean this all up and go home

[VERSE II: Yung Mane]

Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust
elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut
I do not care to be here or be there
in the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck
swerving and crashing
that dying little bastard
Yung Christ, you address me as such
crazy little demon
they wave when they see me
face tatted from ear to ear
northside boy with a glock sized toy
if I cock it there's going to be tears here
manic depressive
when life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me
dollar sign - B
and it's still F-T-P
fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P

THAT JUST ISN'T EMPIRICALLY POSSIBLE

David Haircut (vocals / guitar / bass)
Dim Shot C. (guitar / bass)
Fortune Theiler (drums / vocals)

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To Cry Is Not To Lie

Problematic Jam