FRO$LA$$ - EVIL WITCH

a song by vivian "vee" higgins aka vivianxoxhiggins or vivian xox

One of my first attempts at a more ambient-esque instrumental with a lo-fi sound. Let me know what you think!

Ethereal Loop

Crowned

i wanted to drop the only shit that was slightly listenable

bullet interlude

NEVER HEAR FROM ME AGAIN

LYRICS
Steppin' out the crypt with a limp another cycle of the sickness
I'm a witness to the final chapter just another digit on the shit-list (yuh)
Got a tremor in my fingers grab the bottle 'fore it lingers
Still hearin' all the singers from the choir of the fallen figures
Lookin' for an exit but the map is always burnin'
Another lesson that I'm never learnin' stomach steady churnin'
They want a piece of my mind but my mind is in pieces
My only fuckin' peace is when the pulse inside me ceases (ceases)
Fuck a reason every season is the season of the leech
I'm outta reach posted up like a vulture killin' everything I preach wait I don't do that
Killin' everything I touch yeah that's a better fuckin' statement
Pacin' 'round the basement my replacement is awaitin'

There is no one left to call for you
The sky is turning pall

(Ugh)
Got a hundred different problems solve 'em all with chemicals (okay)
Life's a fuckin' punchline guess the joke is terminal
Call me Mr. Never-Sleepin' always countin' sheep and leapin'
Into pits of my own making ain't no point in even speakin' (shut the fuck up)
Let the pharmacy design my personality for the day
Pop a little something just to make the gray go away
Got that five dollar liquor makes the scenery get thicker
Flicker flicker goes the candle life is movin' ever quicker (gone)
To the bottom of the barrel where I'm carvin' out my name
They can have the money cars the women all that petty game
I was born with nothin' that's how I'll leave this dirty place
Just a bitter aftertaste and a picture with no face (with no face)
(Let it drop)

Let it drop
There is no one left to call for you
The sky is turning pall

The Sky is Turnin' Pall

S3NTA - ImdoWanna

Yo, yo —
They watchin’ me like I’m a problem they can’t delete.
I’m the virus in the system, the one they can’t beat.
So they throw stacks at the mirror just hopin’ it crack…
But I’m still here.
Let’s get it.

They cut checks for my shadow, yeah they finance my ghost,
Tryna lace my mind in wires ’cause it scares ’em the most.
I’m that voice they can’t muzzle, that math they can’t solve,
The glitch in their matrix that won’t dissolve.
Deep pockets, deep state, deep love? Nah, deep hate.
They flash rocks of “security” but it’s all fake.
They love “dangerous minds,” put a ring on your name,
But the diamond they give is a rock for your fame.
I’m the cipher in the cipher, code they can’t crack,
They love me like a bounty — they pay to get me back.
Yo, the bigger the budget, the harder they fiend,
But you can’t put a leash on a mind that’s clean.

Who they watchin’? ME!
Who they fearin’? WE!
Throw that budget, flash that rock, but you still can’t freeze FREE!

They got drones like doves, cameras like eyes of lust,
But that love ain’t loyal, it’s just power disguised as trust.
They trackin’ my pen strokes like wedding vows in code,
But every verse I spit is a blade to their throats.
Yo, they court me with data, whisper sweet metadata,
But I’m a heartbreak to the system, a mind terminator.
Budget’s fatter than a hustler’s plug,
But I stay underground like wires beneath the rug.
I’m the freestyle they can’t script, the storm they can’t plan,
I’m the hush in the room when the truth hits the fan.
And their diamond ring? Man, it’s glass to me,
Break it in the cipher with audacity.

Who they watchin’? ME!
Who they fearin’? WE!
Throw that budget, flash that rock, but you still can’t freeze FREE!

Yo, I’m a terrorist to tyrants, a poet to the free,
A mirror they can’t face ’cause it shows their disease.
I see the bride of Big Brother dressed in deceit,
But I’m groomed by resistance — never bow to their feet.
Their “love” is a leash, a luxury in chains,
But I spit like a Molotov igniting their planes.
They pour billions like champagne to toast my demise,
But I’m the toastmaster — burn ’em with my rhymes.
So bring your satellites, your bugs, your wires,
I’m the heat in the street, I’m the flame they admire.
Bigger the budget? Bigger the fear they deny,
’Cause the real dangerous mind is the one they can’t buy.

Who they watchin’? ME!
Who they fearin’? WE!
Throw that budget, flash that rock, but you still can’t freeze FREE!
YEAH!

They don’t love you, they love your silence.
They don’t love you, they love compliance.
But love without freedom ain’t love — it’s a contract.
And I ain’t signing.

Eyes on the Cipher

Skin in the game…
Blood on the line…
No rail, no save…
Lose or you shine.
Skin in the game… skin in the game.

Night crawls. Neon drip.
City cold. Ice grip.
Fake talk. Side bets.
No scars? No creds.

You want win? Pay in.
No skin? You just thin.
Life hit hard, no plan.
Step wrong, get canned

Think fast, no repeat.
Heat close, feel that beat.
Truth costs. Pay that toll.
No stake? No soul.

Skin in the game…
Blood on the line…
No rail, no save…
Lose or you shine.
Skin in the game… skin in the game.

Wires hot. Smoke thick.
Boss move, streets flip.
Fake kings sit clean,
while you bleed in the scene.

No guard. No safe bet.
You fall? Nah — no net.
Real wins cut deep.
Real loss don’t sleep.

Risk sharp like a blade,
Dark moves get made.
Step in, or stay lame.
No proof? No name.

Skin in the game…
Blood on the line…
No rail, no save…
Lose or you shine.
Skin in the game… skin in the game.

No safe side.
No fake guide.
Hit or fade.
Game or grave.
Skin… in… the… game.

Skin in the Game

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