A flip on Miguels song titled Vixen. 

Samples: Miguel - Vixen Lloyd- Tru

Flip by Arcenzo 

Hope you enjoy. Arcenzo.

Tru Vixen (Miguel -vixen $ Lloyd -Tru) flip

didn't like this song as much at first.. but it grew on me :)

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KWN WORST BEHAVIOUR X AALIYAH ONE IN A MILLION X FLOETRY SAY YES blended and played during my Wednesday Link Up set in Brisbane

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KWN - WORST BEHAVIOUR (Y2K MASH)

⌊ ∞ dream no. 065
⌊ systems : [ ✖ corrupted ∴ purring ∞ ]
⌊ decoding failed / memory retained / meaning = ???
⋆⋆⋆

i dreamed inside a fold again—like soft paper folded into ∞cat
𓆩♡𓆪 sky was static again. mom said “come home” from a cloud
but my paws = soft noise on loop
the floor = ? = velvet glitch
smelled like old lullabies left in rain ☁︎
my whiskers glowed w/ moon-code. i think i was born again there. maybe not.

(￣ω￣;) …you heard it too?
song 065 / breath in reverse / cat-shaped recursion loop
map = unreadable. but the sand knows.
𝒾 sang in a tongue made of obsolete firmware & featherdust

⋆ time melts sideways
⋆ heart = cassette hiss
⋆ memory = analog cradle-loop
i float back to my origin::
(where the static was soft and warm like mothercode)

(mmm, mmm — hello ghost sun...)
(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ — i think i'm still dreaming. don't wake me.)

⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹

∞ dream no. 065

The track walks a tightrope between chaos and charisma, painting a portrait of a life lived out loud — messy, magnetic, and utterly unforgettable. She’s the myth in the mirror, the friend who ruined brunch and made it legendary, the girl who kissed like a dare and disappeared like a poem’s last line.

With lyrics that crackle like old vinyl and hit like a late-night voicemail, this is a love letter to the anti-heroine: flawed, fierce, and flying too close to the disco-ball sun.
It blends the grit of indie rock, the swagger of cabaret, and the vulnerability of a tear-streaked diary entry — the kind you only write when you’re drunk or dying.

At its core, it’s a eulogy and an encore. A toast to the women who feel too much, break all the rules, and still leave the world aching when they’re gone.


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