𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 ( 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 + 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛 )

friends - chase atlantic

Яд - Эрика Лундмоен [ slowed n reverb 8D]

The Weekend - House Of Balloons (𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 & ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕓)

Y2meta.app - you don’t own me - saygrace ft. g-eazy _ ending part looped _ slowed (128 kbps).mp3

you don‘t own me - feat. G-easy

𓉸ྀི i wanna be your lover. i dont wanna be your friend.

noah cyrus - again ft. xxxtentacion ( slowed ).mp3

𝑺𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓 ⇣ 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒚 ( slowed )

Twenty One Pilots - Doubt (demo) SLOWED

Doubt (Demo)

Doubt (Demo) (Scared of my own image - Slowed)

[Verse 1]

I was down so long the sky looked close,
Now the room get loud when the bag get gross.
Somethin’ off when they hit my line,
Voice sound sweet but that shit ain’t mine.

Same ones laughed when I broke that lease,
Now they toast me up when the checks increase.
"Whole time they wanna take my place",
Fake love drippin’ all over they face.

“Straight up to my face,” yeah, I caught that cue,
Same old game, just a different view.
Don’t talk “real” if your hands ain’t bruised,
I don’t trust shit that I can’t refuse.

[Hook]

Been down bad, now the crowd look sweet,
Fake-ass hugs in designer seats.
They don’t call when the nights get deep,
Only pull up when the lights hit streets.
Told ’em all — I earned this fight,
Blood and doubt turned pain to light.
Now they text like we still tight,
Fuck that — I live this life,
Fuck that — I live this life.

[Verse 2]

They love your pain but they hate your calm,
They love your loss when it feed they charm.
Act like fans but they pray you bomb,
Smile too bright when they smell alarm.

I been ghost like I’m Kendall Roy,
Family ties still bleed with noise.
“Bro, you changed” — nah, bitch, I grew,
Same old hate in a brand-new view.

Fake love posted in Dior threads,
Talk that peace with a gun to heads.
They quote my lines like Sunday prayers,
But I see through that — no one cares.

[Hook]

Been down bad, now the crowd look sweet,
Fake-ass hugs in designer seats.
They don’t call when the nights get deep,
Only pull up when the lights hit streets.
Told ’em all — I earned this fight,
Blood and doubt turned pain to light.
Now they text like we still tight,
Fuck that — I live this life,
Fuck that — I live this life.

[Verse 3]

Back from the mud, still smell that smoke,
Whole damn scene still full of jokes.
They want posts, not the nights I broke,
They want clout, I want control.

Talk that trust, but I seen that fade,
Smiles like knives in the Gucci shade.
They want me down so they feel okay,
Whole time wishin’ they could trade this pain.

I don’t fake peace, I just keep score,
Seen real ones die and the fakes encore.
Now the crowd scream loud like before,
But the silence hit harder than the encore.

[Bridge]

They love your pain till you start to heal,
They love your grind till they see it’s real.
They love your scars when they can’t feel,
They love the story, not how it feel.

[Hook / Outro]

Been down bad, now the crowd look sweet,
Fake-ass hugs in designer seats.
They don’t call when the nights get deep,
Only pull up when the lights hit streets.
Told ’em all — I earned this fight,
Blood and doubt turned pain to light.
Now they text like we still tight,
Fuck that — I live this life,
Fuck that — I live this life.

This Life

Doubt (Demo) (Scared of my own image - Slowed)

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