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i just wanna be yourssss

I DO NOW OWN THIS SONG!!

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys (sped up)

sweater weather - (sped up)

i wanna be yours ~ sped up

Hai!
I do not own this song i just sped it up :)
Hope u enjoy <3
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*＊✿❀Ginseng Strip 2002 - YungLean (Nightcore/Sped Up)❀✿＊*

i wanna be yours x summertime sadness

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The sing from the tiktok trend but I made it sped up and I added a slight reverb.

Strangers - Kenya Grace (Sped up)

Gucci Mane - Wake Up in the Sky (speed up)

And all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater
Let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts, oh
Oh, she knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides a mind
To move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah
These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour
Coming down
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
'Cause it's too cold
For you here
And now, so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
It's too cold
For you here
And now, let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater
And it's too cold, it's too cold
The holes of my sweater

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood (sped up)

[Verse 1]
Slow burn, triple internals, Portland drizzle drip  
Black bloc stumble in the downpour, skirts hiked like fools on parade,  
Hurlin' spit at steel gates, ICE fortress mockin' their raid.  
Sept twenty-nine, ghosts of riots past claw back from the grave,  
Energy bars crumbled in fists, dreams of fire they can't save.  
Yellin' curses at badges, but mirrors crack when they gaze,  
Anarchist toddlers tantrum, buildin' sandcastles in the blaze.  
They swarm like roaches under boot, scatter when the flash blinds,  
Dox lists droppin' like confetti, but it's their necks on the lines.  
Stupid enough to engrave hate on brass, think it scars the machine,  
While feds tally the tabs, your blood trail's the scene.  
Flow twists like barbed wire 'round throats, choke on your chants,  
Revolution? Nah, just a tantrum in tattered pants.  

[Chorus]

[Interlude] 

[Verse 2] 
Rapid fire, assonance stacks, Dallas heat haze  
Bullet casings etched with your bile, "Anti-ICE" in crude scrawl,  
Three souls shredded in the lot, your "justice" claims the sprawl.  
Extremist etchings on lead, think it brands the beast's hide,  
But it's your prints on the shell, trail leads straight to your tribe.  
Wave of riots? More like whimperin' waves crashin' on rocks,  
Bomb threats fizzle like wet fuses, your plots unlock the locks.  
Left-wing wolves in sheep drag, gnawin' at your own tails,  
Murderin' civilians for clout, leavin' crimson trails.  
Stupid script flipped, now the hunter's the prey in the cross,  
Engrave your end on the wall, pay the ultimate cost.  
Flow surges like arterial spray, arcs wild 'cross the page,  
Your rage is a cage, self-built from the stage.  

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]
Erratic, slant rhymes shift, doxx dread build  
Private pads plastered public, flyers flappin' in the gale,  
ICE kin quiver in the dark, your "solidarity" a fail.  
Think you're Robin in the hood, stealin' shadows for the thrill,  
But it's pitchforks for your pitch, harvestin' your own kill.  
Hearts hammer in hideouts, doors barricade the knock,  
Your leak's a lure, fishhook sunk deep in the flock.  
Stupid sparks ignite the snare, blaze backfires on the brand,  
Leftist litmus burns your bridges, stranded on scorched land.  
Chains of spite link your limbs, drag through the muck,  
Rhyme's a ripsaw, teeth gnash on your luck.  

[Verse 4]
Accelerando, double entendres layer, Trump decree thunder  
Twenty-second, quill dips in the decree, domestic doom decreed,  
Terror tag slapped on your swarm, seeds of your stampede.  
Decentralized delusion, no head to lop but the horde scatters wide,  
Oval oracle orates your obituary, nowhere left to hide.  
Legal labyrinth laughs last, free speech shield cracks under weight,  
But feds forge the fetters, your fate sealed in state.  
Hypocrisy howls from the hill, Schumer squirms in the spotlight,  
While your bloc bleeds out blocks, riots ripe for the blight.  
Stupid seeds sown in the storm, reap the whirlwind's whip,  
Entendre's edge eviscerates, your grip starts to slip.  

[Outro Verse 5] 
Frenzied finale, gore chains cascade, apocalypse haze  
Envision the end: entrails entwined in the streets you scorched,  
Masks molten on faces, flesh fused where the torches torched.  
Skulls split on sidewalks, brains bashed to a bashed-up broth,  
Your "uprising" a uprising of the undead, wrath uncouth.  
Clubs crack craniums, crimson cascades from the cleft,  
Dox demons devoured by the data they left.  
Trump's troops trample the trash, tanks roll over the rot,  
Your revolution reduced to rubble, forgot in the plot.  
Insane ink runs rivers red, rhyme reaps the reap,  
Antifa autopsy: autopsy of the sheep.  
Fade to black, laugh last from the grave you dug deep.  

＊✿❀Ginseng Strip 2002 - YungLean (Nightcore/Sped Up)❀✿＊

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