Neo Gea - Perfect Dark (Original Mix)

Level upon em | made on the Rapchat app (prod. by HannibalBeatz)

Charcoal Eyes

I would have been more lover
And less a fighter
If I thought 
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe it’s time
To fall in line
Baby I’m wrong
Baby I’m wrong
Baby come back
The fault was mine
All this time
All this time
I spent dwelling on my own
All this time
All this time
I wouldn’t have had to spend alone
If I thought 

Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I’m supposed to go along
With every bad idea you had and
Everything when you’d respond
Maybe I'm supposed to 
Pull you closer 
When you’d  brush me off
Maybe no one has to always
Be at fault
When we talk
Maybe when you say you’ll leave
I should beg
Maybe i should kill myself
When you scream
And you wish
I was dead
Maybe going half and half 
Isn’t that equal 
If it means we’re holding back
Maybe I’m supposed to 
Give you all I have
Maybe I’m supposed to
Always be your rock
And a clock
And a stock
I'm supposed to always
Take the insults
I'm supposed to always
Be on time
And never waste yours
Cuz if not
I know I won’t like the end result

If I’m wrong
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe it’s time
To fall in line
Baby I’m wrong
Baby I’m wrong
Baby come back
The fault was mine
All this time
All this time
I spent dwelling on my own
All this time
All this time
I wouldn’t have had to spend alone
If I thought 

Maybe I'm a bad boyfriend
Maybe the worst you ever had Wrong when I’m taking
Too long to finish tasks
Wrong when I make it home
Forget to call you back
Wrong when I say I love you
You don’t say it back
Wrong when I’m making jokes
And you don’t want to laugh
Wrong when I’m listening 
Instead of talking back
Wrong  when I’m not around
At times you’re sad and mad
Wrong when I didn’t in the past
Think that 

Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe it’s time
To fall in line
Baby I’m wrong
Baby I’m wrong
Baby come back
The fault was mine
All this time
All this time
I spent dwelling on my own
All this time
All this time
I wouldn’t have had to spend alone
If I thought

Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I’ll cry
If I let you go
If I left this time
If I thought that maybe I’m wrong
Maybe it’s fine
If I let this go
And just hold you tight

I should have held you longer
I should have held you tighter
I should have been more lover
And less a fighter
I would have held you longer
I would have held you tighter
I would have been more lover
And less a fighter
If I thought

Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe it’s time
To fall in line
Baby I’m wrong
Baby I’m wrong
Baby come back
The fault was mine
All this time
All this time
I spent dwelling on my own
All this time
All this time
I wouldn’t have had to spend alone
If I thought 
Maybe I’m wrong

If I thought
Maybe I’m wrong

If I thought
Maybe I’m wrong

I wouldn’t have had to be alone

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Maybe I’m Wrong (prod. Casper The Producer)

Night In The City (Free Download)

Fusion

ESPERANTO
written and performed by kordian de varsovia

11.2023
Mania Studio Siekierki

ESPERANTO

Good Morning Friends For a MENTALLY RELAXING MORNING I recommend listening to this DJ set

Jenny Marotta Dj set at Beach Brothers

Dj set Jenny Marotta at Beach Brothers (NA)

Out With You

credit lyrics/co-vocal:Denjikun (airgigs)
credit lead vocals:soundzliketeo (airgigs)
credit drums:sasha (airgigs)
LYRICS:
I was born In a little peace of heaven

But you turned it into hell

We were lost into things you don’t remember

Remember



clean up the bridge

cleaned up the sand

The world without the band

without the sand

clean up the bridge

cleaned up the sand

It’s so hard without your help





I raised you my hand but you refused

Refuse to come back

Now you say you’re stuck inside a loop

And I don’t wanna go back

I don’t wanna

Go back

I don’t wanna go back



clean up the bridge

cleaned up the sand

The world without the band

without the sand





Call me if you don’t find me

Reach me high in the sky

Call me if you don’t find me

Reach me out for tonight



I was looking for you into the clouds

But you weren’t there

And I don’t know how

I don’t know how!

SAND

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No Hard Feelings

Please don’t,
 judge my state of life now,
another paper plane, 
probably flight 9 thou, 
finally rapping good 
so I don’t plan to quiet down, 
once I’m finally eating good, 
no diets in my house,
 plus this house shall serve the Lord, 
I observe the word,
 it’s my chosen sword,
 I endured with courage, 
throughout the whole course of life, 
of course Ill fight 
to conquer the scourge of night, 
so when the time comes to it, 
I read the Bible 
so when I’m done doing it, 
I’m above foolishness, 
I grew up a sewer fish, 
somebody scream Nemo, 
bout to be drowning in money, 
come and match me on the sea floor, 
bring the heat tho, 
it keep boiling, 
if a man don’t work, 
he don’t eat, 
so keep toiling,
 i know faith in God feels like a coin flip, 
some find joy in it, 
guess I’m still finding out  

Some still finding out

I’m still finding out

The devil had a tighter grip than I first thought, 
we playing tug of war, 
I’m wearing socks,
 I threw my shoes off,
 I got comfortable, then lost,
 I got serious, then lost,
 thoughts were a ticking time bomb 
in my mailbox, 
left me shell shocked 
like got impaled by a steel rod, 
left me cell blocked
 in mental hell
 praying for bail bonds. 
Psalm 88 was sounding lot like me, 
Ecclesiastes 3,
 it must be time for me to weep, 
and so I’d pick another beat, 
and let the tears create a sea, 
and let the fears create a bed 
where God can plant and I can reap, 
but I must plant and water,  
protect thru each advance, 
of demonic spirits 
sent to slaughter and conquer, 
mama said 
pray then prosper 
then pray, and prosper,  
spending tithes and offerings, 
to smoke out imposters,
 some people only showing love 
to show out in public, 
some people love doing things 
they say is disgusting, 
everybody just tryna function, 
nobody wanna die dumb,
 even if they don’t mind dying young, 
when looking for the bright side 
feel like tryna find love, 
following the golden rule, 
still treated like a flying bug, 
Pointed out,
 swatted down,  
kicked out the house,
 left for dead by the people 
we was worried bout, 
people getting saved and slaughtered 
by the word of mouth,
 people acting like
 they never heard about Jesus 
once it’s working out, 
my sweatshirt baggy 
but I’ve been working out, 
my eyelids heavy, 
driving I’m swerving doubt,
 barely dodging the demons 
swinging in front of me, 
running towards my future 
praying Jesus never runs from me, 
Guess I’m still finding out,

Others still finding out

Im still finding out
while,
 I roll another leaf, 
smoke it like, 
I’m preserving meat,
 enough to feed a whole country,
 I want to reach the masses, 
with my words I’ll make the devil bend backwards,
 plus help release his captives,
I still got scars from bondage,
My heart been marred and tarnished,
 I still got habits, 
the baddest, 
I still feel dark and hardened,
 sometimes, 
other times, 
I’m more like sunshine,
 but sunshine means there’s shade 
somewhere in someway, 
and some days, 
feel like I need Sunday, 
for seven days, 
some days I’d rather blaze, 
I know praying is a better way to relax, 
I know the feels will relapse, 
just like the hills won’t be flat, 
just because I asked, 
But,
Closed mouths don’t get fed,
Closed hearts don’t get loved,
Closed minds don’t get taught,
And closed eyes can’t look up
And closed arms won’t get hugs,
Porcupine is my body language,
Borderline schizophrenic 
All my raps just conversations 
All my dreams feel like the Matrix,
All my friends feel like replacements,
All my days still contemplating
How to die, how to make it
How to live, how to fake it,
How to hope without the need to smoke,
Hope to cope without the need to hope, 
how to grow without the need to cope 

How to love without the need to trust? 

How to live without the need to love? 

How to die without the need to live?

How to cry without the neeeeeeddd of feeling like I wanna die.
 I guess I’m still finding out 



This was written to a beat called “thinkin bout u” by secret stash

Maybe I’m Wrong (prod. Casper The Producer)

Sum1Rapping

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