You can also check out the 2nd half (continued from here) as well if you'd like (I personally feel it has good moments too!): https://soundcloud.com/spiffyspitz/ladies-night-2nd-half-2

Juice WRLD - She's Too Special (Unreleased)

†jmoney† -Cant Blame By Juice Wrld  Ft. Post Malone (ai Made)

Juice WRLD - Real Love ft. XXXTENTACION

Juice WRLD & Lil Uzi Vert - James Worthy v2 (Prod. by Jaden's Mind)

Lyrics:
(Intro)
Yeah... Uh... Codeine kisses, porcelain bliss...
Spiffy on the beat but my soul's spitz in the abyss.
Numb China, like the Suisse, tried kumiss, ain’t no parti pris
Fleur-De-Lis, hit-or-miss, no time to reminisce amiss remiss
That’s the premise, possibly the premiss, don’t dismiss this genesis 
Living life like Jihadi, telekinesis beneath superficies, a hiss of Dis’s diss
(Verse 1)
Fine china bitch, but the vibe is gutter,
She sniffin' white lines off a bible's cover.
GTA love, full throttle, no brakes,
Wasted nights, for god's sake.
She says she comfortable, naked on the floor,
But her eyes twitch, she always wants more.
I see that demon glint, she wants to get up,
Laced percocets inside my one cup.
She is the reason I’m sippin, I’m trippin.
(Pre-Chorus)
G5 fly, penthouse view,
But all I see is her silhouette, cutting in two.
Tryna get with her tonight, lost in the haze,
She a rockstar dominatrix, lost in her ways.
I make her give all of that top up,
In the valley, I'm always locked up.
(Chorus)
Numb China, drown the pain,
She's a thousand-dollar habit, drivin' me insane.
Numb China, feel the waste,
In this trap romance, there’s no fuckin’ taste.
Wasted love, I don't wanna chase,
Wasted time, all over the place.
I don't know, I don't know,
I got all the girls, but where did all my bros go.
(Verse 2)
She's Pocahontas with a devil's grin,
Lacings up my blunt, where do I begin?
Her last man a chump, she needed a king,
Now she’s screamin’ my name, while the chandeliers swing.
Foreign whip, we swervin' lanes,
She addicted to pleasure, numbin' the brains.
Remy drippin' down her spine,
This bitch is a trip, she knows that she mine.
(Bridge)
But real talk, she ain't chasin' no bucks,
She wants the molly, the touch, the rough stuff.
Code red, emergency state,
This ain't love, this is a desperate escape.
I let her in, she did it all,
No regrets, I'm standing tall.
But I should be cautious.
Cause soon enough I'll be unconscious.
(Chorus 2)
Numb China, drown the pain,
She's a thousand-dollar habit, drivin' me insane.
Numb China, feel the waste,
In this trap romance, there’s no fuckin’ taste.
Wasted love, I don't wanna chase,
Wasted time, all over the place.
I don't know, I don't know,
I got all the girls, but where did all my bros go.
(Verse 3)
Jacuzzi that booty, gave that girl flakka
I'm hopin' this ain't make-believe,
And I ain't tryna say it.
All the pretty bitches want it.
She aint tryna fake it.
(Outro)
China shattered, blood on the floor,
Wasted potential, nothin' to restore.
She wanted comfort, but she found the void,
Now we're both numb, permanently destroyed.
Numb China... numb the world...fade away.

The song paints a portrait of a life steeped in excess and self-destruction, where the pursuit of fleeting pleasure through drugs, sex, and reckless abandon ultimately leads to an overwhelming sense of numbness and emptiness. It juxtaposes seductive, high-energy hedonism with the darker undercurrents of inner turmoil, suggesting that the superficial thrills—embodied in images of luxurious living, dangerous love affairs, and explosive nightlife—are merely a veneer masking deep emotional voids. The repeated invocation of "numb China" symbolizes the act of numbing pain, as both a literal escape through substances and a metaphor for the desensitization to one’s own suffering. The lyrics weave together vivid, almost cinematic scenes of chaotic indulgence, where every moment of ecstasy is shadowed by the potential for collapse and ruin. There is a stark irony in celebrating these reckless highs even as they erode any semblance of genuine connection or fulfillment, leaving the characters adrift in a cycle of temporary escape and eventual self-destruction. Ultimately, the song reflects on the tragic cost of living for instant gratification, revealing a world where the allure of decadence comes at the steep price of lost identity and irreversible decay.

Numb China

Check out the lyrics here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Yda4dY6vvSHNSV1YA_tz3vJ1-HZsm7mjzxrXGHO27E/edit?usp=sharing

"Cosmic Wasted" is an exploration of a hedonistic, almost mythic journey where raw, unfiltered passion and drug-fueled excess blur the lines between ecstasy and self-destruction. The lyrics use vivid, cosmic imagery to elevate the experience of indulgence to a universal scale, likening sexual encounters and drug highs to celestial events such as black holes, galaxies, and supernovas. This intermingling of the earthly and the cosmic reflects the overwhelming, almost otherworldly sensations that come with giving in to both desire and chaos. The song’s narrative is deeply intertwined with themes of rebellion against conventional boundaries, as the protagonist not only indulges in physical pleasures but also embraces a lifestyle marked by danger and defiance. The explicit sexual imagery and references to substances serve as metaphors for the intensity and volatility of the relationship, suggesting that while every moment is charged with transformative energy, it also carries the risk of profound self-erosion. Ultimately, "Cosmic Wasted" presents a paradoxical portrait of beauty in decay—a celebration of the wild, unchained moments that, despite their fleeting brilliance, leave indelible scars on the soul, intertwining ecstasy with inevitable loss. Inspired by: Juice WRLD's 'Fine China', Juice WRLD's 'Wasted', K Camp's 'Comfortable'.

Cosmic Wasted

Check out the full lyrics here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13JeyfJX54KgyyLsqcespbpVk3xKvZFiQVV_Mphd2t-s/edit?usp=sharing

You can also check out the entire, 27 or so minute song here: https://soundcloud.com/spiffyspitz/50-states-full

Part 2 deepens the geographic indictment, linking cities to their unique plagues: Detroit’s rusted resolve, Chicago’s wind "slicing deep dish laws," and Seattle’s "syringe Space Needle." The bridge personalizes the critique—kisses in New Orleans, clashing with a Texan—while the pre-chorus highlights marginalized voices: Mississippi’s "cracked iPhone blues," Louisiana’s "gator Gold Grill." The chorus escalates into a scream against America’s "algorithmic" exploitation, where Zuckerberg’s metaverse and Sackler’s yacht symbolize elite impunity. The intermission’s automated denial of healthcare ("Press 1 to accept fentanyl") underscores bureaucratic cruelty.

50 States (Part 2)

STTH

Check out the full lyrics here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/10-fGEJ9MkSm9c_sRPA1tIJ82y2KC60yFjlgrRHS8Clw/edit?usp=sharing

You can find the full, uncut, 18:55 length song here: https://soundcloud.com/spiffyspitz/ladies-night

The first half introduces the relationship’s foundation: two people bonding over shared emotional scars and pop-cultural shorthand. The coffee shop meet-cute frames their connection as intellectual and nostalgic—she quotes The Great Gatsby, he cracks dad jokes—but their chemistry is undercut by skepticism. Lines like “her eyes scream ‘I’m damaged goods’” and “I’ve heard that script before” reveal their guardedness, while Venmo transactions and TikTok metaphors (“She wants love like a TikTok, quick, viral, then it’s dead”) underscore the transactional, ephemeral nature of modern romance. Themes of performativity and emotional evasion dominate. They’re “platonic soulmates in a world that sexes,” using humor and pop culture as armor. The pre-chorus (“Love’s a roulette, but I’m bettin’ on tonight”) captures their gamble on fleeting connection despite fear. The bridge’s “We’re two wrongs makin’ right in the strobe light” suggests they’re using the chaos of “Ladies’ Night” (a metaphor for hedonistic escapism) to avoid confronting deeper issues. The first half’s pivotal moment arrives in Verse 3: the arcade date and vulnerable confession about her father. Here, the tone shifts from cynical banter to raw intimacy. Burning pancakes becomes a metaphor for embracing imperfection (“I lied, said they’re art”), symbolizing their first step toward authentic connection. Yet the half ends on an ominous note—“We’re Ross and Rachel coded”—foreshadowing the turbulence ahead, referencing Friends’ famously unstable couple.

Ladies' Night (1st Half)

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