Artwork: Grxypaint
Produced by: fuckdisturbed 
Mixed by: Plydough HELLOCYKA & MTLFCE

(Lyrics)
Let ya brain rot you talk you left In knots
Heard yo man down rush up and hear the shots
Heard you talking crazy gonna drop you w some mops
Keep yo head down I'm cleaning out the block

Fuck you pussy boys don't stay with what you claim
Fuck this music shit you fucks all sound the same
Kick ya door in & meet my Russian K
You fuckin with me you die for what you say

Blow yo ass away explosive hand grenades 
Rockets on the block you powder like cocaine
Empty in the brain no pain like novocain
Put ya homie down so something real to say

(mtlfce lyrics)
you can try to find me it aint gon stop me
you can try to fine me it aint gon stop me
you can try to fry me it aint gon stop me
you need a bigger gun that little shit aint
gonna off me

i been infiltratin wallstreet takin pisses in the
coffee
now im in another office tellin kelly suck it
sloppy
im about to lose my shit
watch me unleash war upon these capitalist
pigs
fuck you

We stop on yo block with glocks you get shot
And yo crew wanna flock HAHA my lead is hot
Heard you runnin out yo body internal rot
Put yo ass down and clean with bloody mops

BRAIN ROT (feat. MTLFCE) (prod. FUCKDISTURBED)

PRODUCED BY VITEK!!!

LYRICSSS

baby girl just take your time with it
cuz girl there ain’t no rush 
i can see you blush
i don’t care about no time difference 
any weight on your heart
listen to my music i’ll help lift it 
like damn i’m on a mission, damn i’m on a mission
wishing you was sippin on this henny with me
counting pennys to get by
all this pain i witness make me wanna commit suicide
but thankfully yeah it ain’t homicide 
cuz i really spray a pussy
choppa like some pesticide 
stop tellin all them fuckin lies
 cuz i can see you’re guilty in your eyes 
all them guys u got on snapchat
lemme clap back hollon snap that 

wait

and i heard they talkin shit 
he get sprayed down wit a stick??
like boi you had it comin
why tf u runnin 
now u looking like a bitch 

he said it and she said who tf said it now i’m pissed
i been dealing with some pain had to
put some diamonds on my fuckin wrists
sorry that i left but i can’t sacrifice my happiness for a bitch
shout out to the homies
shout out to the clique
shout out to the people that be tuning in
i ain’t chasing money i ain’t chasing fame
i ain’t chasing clout or a gold ring
just makin good vibes before i fucking die
pussy boi ts on my soul
i can never sell my soul
dwell into my mind
witness my whole life
by the time it’s over you’d already die
since i been a jhit i been on go
i knew what i wanted in my life
now i’m chasing big dreams 
chasing big things
and i know 
i can make it if i can picture all this out my window
watch the wind blow
then time flies by 
where did i go?
where did time go?
where di-

stop

now it’s over 
eatin fine dining call it doja
hmu when the worlds over
spiritual war
got me feelin sore
but y’all already know
that it’s sora in this bitch
and we get nasty wit the shits 
why da hell y’all surprised bout 
the industry being ran by pigs
that shi thats old news x3 
tie myself a gold noose
yeah that’s old news

I HATE MONDAYS.

IDENTITY CRISIS (Prod: PLASMA & BRIAN SPENCER)

Drunkie (feat. Sylenthell) (prod. klimlordbeats)

Prod. PA // lyrics: 


it’s a long road,
uh,
it’s a long way to heaven,
sins i committed i think i did more than seven, 
told em ima villan and i keep it in my denim
they keep asking me the question,
uh,
when you pullin out that pension,
when you going out to trenton’s,
if it hurts when you breathe why you smoke it till it’s venom,

yeah, 
why you talking like a weapon, 
why you bleed till it’s empty, instead of running like an engine, 
tell me steady i ain’t listen,
when the freaks hit the spot, im already on a mission, 
told her baby why you trippin,
you should know by now i go crazy for submission, 
you my number one addiction, 
i still 
i still 
i still 
i still need my prescriptions
baby tell me, 
i’m fucking crazy it’s so extra ordinary i can’t,
baby, it’s hell for me, 
maybe when i wake up, on the balcony,
take another drug make it well for me,
i’ve been booted up been in agony,
somehow ended up as a majesty,
diamonds hit the tongue from my cavity,
don’t want depravity, 
but money wit no power is a travesty,
im in outerspace, fuck gravity
yuh

venom

Prod. PA // lyrics: 

hold the phone, i be tryna state shit,
around the world, it’s crazy what the fate did, 
run em down, 150 in my wraith whip,
i just fucked his girl, i think she need a face lift, 

yuh
huh,
i’ve been eatin steak bitch,
roll round in the country, yuh, i been outta state
wit it,
uh,
in my outer space ship,
hmm
i’m not even racin it,
i ain’t got time, 
to go to outer space wit it,
i ain’t even bring her, ‘less she suck it and you tastin it 😂
i might fuck around and put little free base in it,
i ain’t even trying but i know you still banging it,
watch me switch it up, and put some pain in it, 
i still fuck your girl, huh right in the same minute,
i don’t got no side, but i don’t got a main limit,
yuh
i go insane, 
mm,
i go insane it’s the same digits,
fourty to my grave, and fourty yeah if you banging this, 
fourty for a day free of pain let’s escape in it, 
fourty on my face, that’s a fade, if you facin it,

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Cap Rap (Prod. by F. Nebulous)

Un morceau sur l’orage intérieur, et sur l’amour qui ne fait pas de grands discours.
Parapluie pour deux parle de ce moment où tu n’arrives plus à tenir, où ta main glisse… et où quelqu’un tient le parapluie pour toi. Pas pour te sauver. Juste pour te laisser respirer.
Et puis le retournement : tu apprends à tenir aussi. Le parapluie est assez grand pour deux — pour les peurs, pour l’orage qui tombe, pour la pluie qui insiste.

© 2025 Charlie Pink & The Bits. All rights reserved.
Written by Charlie Pink.
Produced by Charlie Pink & The Bits (in-the-box / AI-assisted).

LYRICS:

[Intro]
J’ai dit “j’suis nulle” — quelle blague, quelle pluie.
Et toi t’as pas parlé fort : t’as juste pris mon parapluie.

[Verse 1]
Caractère fort, ouais — mais là j’ai plus d’abri,
quand tout bouge d’un coup, j’ai l’impression d’être en sursis.
Mes repères en miettes, j’marche sur du verre, ça crisse,
j’souris en vitrine, mais dedans c’est l’averse qui glisse.
Avenir flou, j’vois rien, j’ai la buée sur l’esprit,
j’fais la dure, mais j’ai peur d’être “pas assez” pour être choisie.
J’ai personne pour tenir quand ma main faiblit,
et toi t’arrives sans grand bruit — juste là, et tu restes ici.

[Pre]
J’me mets dessous, j’serre les dents, j’fais la petite,
j’attends que l’orage finisse… mais l’orage insiste.

[Hook]
Parapluie pour deux — pour deux — pour deux.
Ta main sur la poignée, ma main sur la tienne — c’est nous.
Parapluie pour deux — pour deux — pour deux.
On traverse la nuit, on traverse la pluie — debout.

[Verse 2]
C’est toi qui tiens l’parapluie quand mes doigts lâchent la poignée,
quand j’ai l’ciel en mode sirène, que j’ai l’cœur en mode noyé.
Tu fais pas la morale, tu fais pas la justice,
tu restes là, solide, même quand j’suis dure, même quand j’suis triste.
Et moi j’apprends le geste, j’viens coller ma main à la tienne,
parce qu’il est grand pour nous deux — pour nos peurs, pour nos scènes.
J’te le tiens aussi, promis, quand la pluie tombe sur ton monde,
quand tes mots font la guerre, quand ton silence fait des ondes.
On marche côte à côte, sous la toile, dans la ville,
deux cœurs sous le même abri — et l’orage devient docile.

[Pre]
J’me mets dessous, j’respire, j’me recouds petit,
t’as pas éteint l’éclair — t’as juste tenu la pluie.

[Hook]
Parapluie pour deux — pour deux — pour deux.
Ta main sur la poignée, ma main sur la tienne — c’est nous.
Parapluie pour deux — pour deux — pour deux.
On traverse la nuit, on traverse la pluie — debout.

[Bridge — parlé/chanté]
J’te demande pas le ciel…
J’te demande pas la fin des tempêtes…
Juste… un coin sec…
le temps que je me retrouve.

[Outro]
Et si la pluie revient, j’ferai pas la fugitive :
j’apprendrai à tenir — et toi, j’te tiendrai ton parapluie.



Parapluie pour deux

WARNING SIGNS PROD. PHREE

Problem Kid (prod. grimgoblin)

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