Wow this song is a beauty.  Its really well done!

zamn bro the electric guitar fryin me ts tuff

surprisingly good track bro I must say km impressed

smoovin keep up ya consistency fr 💯💯💯💯💯

c est rare un nom de groupe en francais, pas mal la track

This is the third and final version of this track that I am going to do. 
All three guitars are a 1976 Gibson Les Paul Deluxe.

RON SNYDER - I'm So Excited About It (Humbucker Version)

LoNe WolF - "Another World [Hype Mix]


Album: "Avant-Garde"[Deluxe Edition] (2026)


Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF 




#stitches #tracksoftheweeek #newmusic

Avant-Garde [Deluxe Edition]

Another World [Hype Mix]

Smooth modern Afropop groove blending emotional melodies, rhythmic bounce, and global African energy.


Whatever

“All My Woes” isn’t just a sad song—it’s what happens when pain finds a voice and refuses to stay quiet.

Add to your play list on 
https://open.spotify.com/track/74Pz6ZZbfroZOFaUHidNg5?si=050116bb95bd46cb

https://music.apple.com/us/song/all-my-woes/1864791450

All My Woes

Don’t lie man don’t lie. see what happens when you lie

prod. rajaste

DON’T LIE

My Life In A Nutshell is a raw look into who I am, where I’ve been, and what I’ve survived. This album is built on real experiences — growing up with pain, carrying weight I never asked for, and learning life the hard way.

From Detroit scars to military discipline, late nights, broken trust, and moments of clarity, every song tells a piece of the story. This isn’t music made to impress — it’s music made to heal, to vent, and to speak on things I couldn’t say out loud.

The sound lives in emotional melodic rap, where honesty comes first and the feeling matters more than the flex. These songs are for anyone who’s smiled through pain, felt misunderstood, or had to figure life out on their own.

This is my truth.
This is my pain.
This is My Life In A Nutshell.

— DTR

DTR - You Bad for Me Ft. Sydney (Official Audio)

A little current happenings piece

Lyrics:

Now listen all you swinging dicks
What I say will probably
Not sound entirely fair
But paying for databricks 
Is the data engineer version
Of sitting in the cuck chair

There once was a guy with the tism
Who was put off by offensive realism

And away down south at the Sigint station
They caught the threads
Of a high level conversation

The latest Simón Bolivar
was expressing extreme frustration

As a result of my signal failure
To quell a little dissension
I forgot to mention
I'm under attack by demons
With poor reading comprehension

The man up north, ventured forth
You seem to have something stuck in your craw
Now I don't want you to get uptight
Are you still a believer
In international law?
Cause at sixty-three 
It's marginal right

He proceeded to confide discreetly
We don't cotton to
All this retorting
About the mass deporting
He then rejoindered sweetly
With the taste of a sugary confection
We are remigrating in the other direction

Somewhere in downtown Caracas
There ensued a pretty good size
Altercational fracas
And the good El Presidente
Got snatched from his mattress
And the fellas had plucked their prize

The admiral on the scene gave a snort
While reading the after action report

I don't mean to be condescending
But delusional self confidence
Is the best moral support you can have
And the best sleep the target got
After his apprehending
Was lying on a slab

While gobbling his cereal
And quenching his thirst, this crook
Locked eyes with Bolton
In the prison cafetorium
And after that mental moratorium
The latter flinched first
Averted his eyes to his book
And did a deep dive on the material

You seem to have something stuck in your craw
Now I don't want you to get uptight
Are you still a believer
In international law?
Cause at seventy-seven 
It's marginal right
Baby yeah at seventy-seven
It's marginal right

Simón Bolivar / At Sixty-Three It's Marginal, Right?

low signal forever is a hazy shoegaze EP where guitars dissolve into noise, vocals sink into reverb, and everything feels slightly disconnected. Low fidelity, high feeling — blurred, slow, and lingering.

blind woman

DRIVEN BY ESCAPISM

TRACK 6 OUT OF 7

SPOTIFY:
https://open.spotify.com/track/0K95k6zuRRtL53T3ZR1hYR?si=46c6cfe884bb4e7a

APPLE MUSIC:
https://music.apple.com/us/song/sight/1851972291

SIGHT

Bad Habit by Caleb Jones is a raw modern country track about the pull of a love you know you should’ve left behind. It tells the story of getting caught in a toxic cycle—ignoring the warning signs, chasing familiar comfort, and going back to someone who already proved it wouldn’t last. 

With honest lyrics and a reflective, emotional tone, the song captures that quiet battle between heart and head when a past relationship refuses to stay in the past. Produced by QWAY-LO, Bad Habit blends vulnerability and realism into a relatable country anthem for anyone who’s ever fallen back into something they knew would hurt.

Caleb Jones - Bad Habit (Prod. QWAY-LO)

" FIGURED IT OUT "

not like the rest
hooly really different
aura light up the city
you see the difference

shootin a movie tim burtin wit it
trevor hawkins the lens i got supervision

niggas be fans aint no opposition
Ellie el back in town this a co op mission

*escobar spittin dope baby it was written*
grab the pound
cool it now
this my new edition

huh

EL
(lets go) 
 
hooly done figured it out

middle finger to the law 
stuck behind walls
and im makin it out

im pushin 40 glock 40
no peace then its war
Hooly up it and (BLAW)

we bleedin the town
we paintin the sound
we figured it out
 
toptier?
we been godtier

i been wildin since a young hoo
knot head

i done traveled out abroad
first class here

WE BEEN LANDED *
MY YUTE 
you just got here

like Gma stove
shit get hot here

choochoo
mae
cash
imma hot head

wit the family we gonna cook
like the pot here/head

*want smoke*
gun show
(GLT)
(BOW)
here

HUH
 
I AINT BLOOD, I AINT CRIP ,AINT NO GDk shit, harlem boy  
IMMA CITY NIGGA

harlem legend wit this
maxout wavy n shi
mami wetty im skinny dippin
 
WIT THE HAAA
WIT THE HAAA
HARLEM NIGGA 
TIL THE DAY THAT I DIE

4 for 5
4 for 5
SAY MY BLESSING
NIGGA
*TSMALLAH* 

gluttony
i dont indulge in the fuckery
from the bottom 2 top
never uppidy

WE controllin you
muppetty
puppety

IN THE SOUF
call me
HOOLY mount gomery

money fallin
IT come from the mother tree*

sippin bubbly
please do not summon me

Fuck around
you be merch
(RIP)

mami i got us/ mami a goddes
keep me a rocket
knocka
let it go flacka

*necromancer*
controlling the demons

like the reaper
im reaping

kill the club when we pull and bleed em
live on lenox
stay fly

Hum do Allah
biggie im rdy to die
like pac said hit em up

huh

EL
(12th street) 
 
hooly done figured it out

middle finger to the law
stuck behind walls
and im makin it out

im pushin 40 glock 40
no peace then its war
Hooly up it and (BLAW)

we bleedin the town
we paintin the sound
we figured it out  

FIGURED IT OUT - Novel Hooly The Goat x Elboogie

DRIVEN BY ESCAPISM

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SIGHT

soir rouge

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