Is there room to be a lofi goddess if you're a god B)

lyrics

no words come to mind when its this dark
when u turn off the lights speaking gets so hard
its turned to a feeling i can not waste
blunt rolled, tip the ash and we gon go far

glass and spark, im so wasted off this paper and this gin
i cant see a thing, blurry world, lets watch it spin
shooting stars, it really makes u stop to think
havent healed yet maybe its not medicine

bottoms up, u got ur worries, ur doubts well jus tough luck
no fucks, we gon end em all tonight love
so fill this void and give me more love
this aint jus a start nah this is takeoff 

look in to the distance 
bae theres not a person on this earth creating this friction
grip u on th waist, im not losing you
its gon be ok, this is fate, u jus got trust me too

its kinda late, but it feels so right
im just hoping u gon stay with me tonight
build me to, break me down
but thass alrite
aslong as ur by my side

uh 
hit me up, in th morning
stomachs bad, at least im on ur story
comin outta th shell so yeh im feelin myself rn
but im not gon be ok if that jus how th story goes down

toxic medicine (pekarot)

Lyrics:
lost up in the shadows got me searching for the light
feeling trapped inside this hallow shell a never ending fight
i really try to understand whats going on inside
its like im living in a nightmare and i cannot seem to find

all the answers im looking for, but nothing seems to fit
every day i wake up like a stranger in my skin
go on explorations but im walkin in a spin
never seen without when i havent looked within

like “boo hoo, poor you” ill shut the fuck up
and bury all the feelings and the trauma that i dug up
it could make a pitchers mound so i can chuck it when you run up
so theres nothing left inside when ya boy is on the come up

uh, come up, i gotta show you where i stand, my hand, reached out, while the fog be sprawl across the land, its a plan, understand, that everything you see could be yours
your phone illuminate your glass and the bottle you pour

id try to get another drink, but its making me sick
im always desperate just to float but my homies bodied by bricks
like, R.I.P and sie la vie opposable fits
cause one you dancing in your grave or you livin in the pits

get up, you should be marking my words
i put the pencil to paper, what comes out is absurd
the all but lucid thoughts are always getting worse with no cure
i really wish that i could find a way to keep it secure

did all i could do i gave it all of my breath
breaking all the promises that i ever kept
fallin to floor and then the heavens they wept
steppin through the stones in the valley of death

valleyofdeath (Universe 2)

Top - DEMO

buddiez (prod. eric godlow)

~2300~
@mnnx_xo

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Leave me exposed
Skin peels off with my clothes
Cracks like leather draped over my bones 
Sunkissed burning my skin
I’m still cold
Hand’s grip tight on my wrist won't let go

[Verse]
Through your eyes
See you’re under pressure 
You could lie
I can lie better
Always tied to you I’m tethered 
You ain’t listening to both sides 
Tell me where to confide
I ain’t had not one
Got it on my own time

Whatchu searching for? 
Didn’t know I needed it
You could’ve closed that door 
Make it hurt more

[Chorus]
Leave me exposed
Skin peels off with my clothes
Cracks like leather draped over my bones 
Sunkissed burning my skin
I’m still cold
Hand’s grip tight on my wrist don’t let go 
Leave me exposed
Skin peels off with my clothes
Cracks like leather draped over my bones 
Sunkissed burning my skin
I’m still cold
Hand’s grip tight on my wrist won't let go

leather (prod. vito x mnnx)

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You're still my ghost (prod. Kaaota)

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Oh My God feat. SEVENTY (prod. NextLane)

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Good Guys Lose Again

Nothing handed over.
No shortcuts.
Every ounce paid in pressure.

Earned is a big-room dubstep / trap hybrid built on raw momentum, heavy bass, and relentless drive. Long builds, crushing drops, and zero filler — this track is about standing through the hits, absorbing the weight, and finishing stronger than you started.

Turn it up. Let it hit.
Everything here was earned.

EARNED

lyrics:
[hook]
wake up, thinkin bout the day
woke up, thinkin bout the same things, okay
make another track, and i play it for the mans
hit another bag, and i count up all the bands

[verse 1]
just kidding
not about the first part, but the bag thinning
like a damn hairline, bron still winning
chair creaks, wake up errybody in the building
ya ya

im the lofi god
on the oldschool, nobody touched me dawg
melodic too, i just brag a lot 

but i make it sound prettyyyyy
and, uh
make u mad jellyyy
ya, uh

only 1998 but i feel like i been comin since the early 90's days 
every dragon that ever came up to me got slayed

beyblades spin and the tops  do too 
told u this is not a dream, this is my muse
turning into something that i need to fuse
and i got a plan, hope you not confused

write stanzas, look like constanza
but i still stand up, to all these other rappers
i was in the backend
i was in the background
now im in the foreground
middle fingers up, ouch
fuck yall, nv till i die, all i rep, now
all the best shit
all i know is swainey do it better every second
lemme get this

[hook]
wake up, thinkin bout the day
woke up, thinkin bout the same things, okay
make another track, and i play it for the mans
hit another bag, and i count up all the bands
(x3)

[verse 2]
from the cold but my soul seems west coast
got a weight on my shoulders that wont let go
so i breathe slow
and try to take it all in
and i write masterpieces, just to piece it all in

idk if im fit for this
i just dipped my toe and then it pulled me in

aint a turn back
just forks in roads
and the pavement cracked
and thats that

[hook]
wake up, thinkin bout the day
woke up, thinkin bout the same things, okay
make another track, and i play it for the mans
hit another bag, and i count up all the bands
(x2)

WAKE UP (prod. MOODS)

guccihighwaters - mistake

NV // TORONTO

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WAKE UP (prod. MOODS)

Swaine

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