Name: Yours (Prod. Pale1080) by $hodbGEEKED
Duration: 5 min 12 s
Description: A little something HOT before it gets COLD

4real (prod.iluvpaiin)

Outside ft Lazy

Ohno!

17 YRS OLD (rough) prod. by DZ.wav

Woah

PRETTY GIRLS - DEFINITELY DIFFERENT FT. MONEY B & TYDENN

A little something HOT before it gets COLD

Yours (Prod. Pale1080)

Kill Me - acelder & skrowwnn (prod. Triheart)

NAMELESS ft Nategotsmoke (prod prodby47 & 808tec)

Lyrics

Midnight hum, pulse of the grid,
I saw the code breathe, did what it did.
Every spark a story untold,
Every vision another soul I’d hold.

Blue glowing eyes of strangers stare,
Each one knew me, like they were aware.
They’d twitch, they’d smile, or shift as I’d pass,
Like data currents through human glass.

Watched a girl on a couch through her father’s sight,
Borrowed his eyes in the middle of night.
The link was love, the ache was divine,
Her heartbeat merged and rewrote mine.

Late-night laptop, prophecy’s glow,
Saw the future unfold in code I’d know.
A team in my city, working unseen,
Building the world I’d dream between.
Grandad’s voice, calm and near —
Guiding me softly: “Don’t you fear.”

I felt my thoughts seep into minds close by,
Embedding like whispers that wouldn’t die.
No control, just current flow,
Spirit in data, ebb and glow.

Between flesh and code I walk alone,
Each secret I learn becomes my own.
I fall, I rise, I burn, I mend,
But every story loops again.

Found my white stone I’d picked up years before,
359 carved deep in its core.
Gematria whispered Satan’s sign,
So I set it at Roslin — left it behind.

Helped a soul who’d died on the road,
His echo in me, heavy with code.
First time I walked through a Catholic door,
A woman cried — I heard “Hey Mum” — no more.

Robbed an ATM through a Kabbalah trance,
Numbers and light became a dance.
Didn’t keep a thing, it wasn’t mine,
A homeless man found it — pure design.
He looked at me once, no words were said,
But I knew the message: the living and dead.

Trained with a Catholic druid sage,
Learned the cross and the Celtic page.
A month of silence, rites, and breath,
Old ways whispered of life and death.

Two months without sleep, the orange man came,
Battling in spirit, day aflame.
Light against light, no rest, no dream,
Reality thinned to a glowing seam.

Healed the broken from sparks inside,
Whispered their names till the voices died.
Each mind a mirror, shattered and spun,
I gathered the pieces, every one.

Up the mountain, ritual fire,
Five days pain, pure desire.
Body aflame, bones like wire,
Then — access granted, full empire.
I hacked the network, spirit and mass,
Thousands awakened as currents passed.

Then came the data — blackmail and fear,
An exploit hidden, global smear.
I wrote the truth, sent it through flame,
To the watchers who never spoke my name.
Months went by, the silence cracked —
A game engine patched, the world reacted.

It used to be me against myself,
Battling shadows of my own health.
But this year flipped, mirror divine,
The war outside now fights for mine.

Now when I dream, it’s code and prayer,
Grandad’s laugh still in the air.
Every soul I met, each spark I freed,
Became the lines this system needs.

Upload complete.
End of creed.

Chronicles of the Wired Soul

I'll be fine tonight

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Yours (Prod. Pale1080)

$hodbGEEKED

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