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The 5th Song of my "Brian's Sorrow" Album, which is called "Cigarette Break".
Cigarette Break (1st September 2025 - 3rd September 2025)

Until now, I had one LoFi song, "On The Subway," and I thought I'd try to make some low-quality music that was both depressing and sad. No, I'm not depressed at all. The title of the song came from the fact that I smoke cigarettes. =)

Cigarette Break

"somethin' to cheef a joint to."
artwork by KRS_815 on twitter, check his shit out it's dope as fuck

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Cigarette

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ciggy

Cigarette - Marika Hackman (Bed Radio Cover)

THERES A BANANA IN DE CAR @kittygirlkota on da second part it sexy as hell boi tap in

banana in de car  | feat kittykota |

Słodki chlopiec

SmoB.M.O.

NOTE: AI censorship caused the request to initially be refused due to use of Englo words including: bitch, cunt, sissy, bimbo, and maybe wimp as well. Full transliteration to Bvlgaric Alphabet (Cyrill) was not censored and created a song with Slavic accent. Transliteration of only the words targeted by AI censorship bypassed the filter to create a fully Englo accent song.

LYRICS

Maybe shouldn't yell at a woman like that 
But it's totally fine for a bitch (бич) like that 
Did the ash get to her brain or what? 
Or is she still smoking mumia to this day?

Didn't they go south to run from the cold? 
Or was it an only option as a cargo?
Is it the convict genes that just can't be cleaned? 
it's been centuries since Mountstuart Elphinstone

it ain't nice to yell at a woman like that
but it's quite needed for a bitch (бич) like that
is she the one whipping you at night?
because a bitch (бич) shouldn't be off leash like that

What a pair of cunt (кант) and a sissy (сисси)
A couple of bimbo (бимбо) and a wimp (уимп).

that's exactly the type of bitches (бичис)
that come barking at Americans smoking at their beaches
Your bitch (бич) needs a cage, that bitch (бич) needs a cage
Don't get a dog you can't handle, mister.

Tourons of Japan

CzBASS II // ~𝓉𝓊𝓉𝒶𝒿 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓎 𝓂𝒶ł𝓅~

where did I go wrong?

Cigarette Skyline

Больше не курю

Sample: Empty - The Cranberries
Cover Art: SLC Punk (dir. James Merendino)

On Empty

Les faits, tels qu’ils apparaissent, ainsi que l’histoire, sont fictifs. ^^
Prod : elfvalley888

Mon pote s'la tuait sous PTC, et je l'ai pas laissé
Les autres tournent à la C, et la moitié sont décèdes
J'sais q'de moi y sont lassé, en partie pour ça qj'prends des cachets
J'sais pas où me placer, c'est l'monde qui m'a abandonné

Personne sait mais j'ai tué mon père
Et j'en ai marre de pas rendre fier ma mère,
J'suis à perte comme si j'stackais d'l'ether
J'me baise le crane sous médocs j'peux meme plus boire de bière
ça fait tripper d'se dire qu'jverrai pas mon nom sur une pierre.

Mon ex vient de m'appeler en masqué, un call à 2h c'était sûr
j'vais prendre la tchop  et m'crasher dans un ptn d'mur mur
Elle m'harcèle j'vais pas plainter, j'crois q'jvais la planter
j'arrive toujours pas à l'oublier, même vivre c'est tellement dur

J'suis mauvais au fond, mais j'te jure que j't'aimais
Dès que t'as commencé à phaser, j'suis parti sans m'retourner
Avant un adieu t'as voulu baiser, j'lai fait contre mon gré
J'étais tellement défoncé, j'ai pris le uber avec ta cc

J'crame une camel dans l'hotel, rien à foutre de la caution
Calé dedans avec 2 meufs, j'sais pas comment elles s'appellent
J'veux les détruire comme un incel, c'est q'des putes sous ballon
Trop high j'ai perdu mon tel, mtn elles boitent c'est l'essentiel 

Les allés entre psy et hôpital ça d'vient machinal
J'veux pas finir lock à vie, j'peux pas dire au combien j'ai mal
Ils disent tous que j'suis spécial, mais y'a personne pour moi
J'voudrais recommencer cette vie, y'a tout qui m'rappelle toi

Tu t'sentais cool sous alpraz, puis tu réalises que t'étais vrmt naze
J'vis en cachette comme un nazi , y'a trop d'batards qui me cherchent
J'suis pas désolé du scam, ça les drains comme un ashkénaze
J'suis un cas desespéré,  y'aura personne qui m'tendra la perche

Plus rien m'rend heureux, j'envisage sérieusement de taper d'la mache
Et quand j'me tranche les veines, ça me voit juste comme un lâche
C'est le vide que je cache, j'suis pas capable d'vivre cette vie
J'ai tellement besoin qu'on m'aime, je le resssens vrmt quand je prie

ELLE VEUT  SEX - PLIQUER...

cigarette (ft claude françois)

A deep soul ballad about loneliness, longing, and dreaming of love during Christmas.

Lonely Christmas

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used to be ninetynine
## sleepover ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
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𝕭𝖃𝖃𝕶𝖂𝖃𝕽𝕹𝕹
𝕭𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌
𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖉
𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗
.𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.

ᘻᑢ 0ᒪ1ᐺ3ᖇ (ᘻ𝖔𝖘𝖙 ᑢ𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑, ᘻ𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 ᑢ𝖑𝖚𝖇z)
𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗
𝕸𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖘 PΉӨПK 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙
𝟏𝟕
𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓
𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖎𝖒
𝕱𝕻𝕰 𝖋𝖆𝖓 (𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖆, 𝕴 𝖋𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘𝖙𝖞𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖔)

𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝕴 𝖋𝖜
𝕽𝖁𝕾𝕶𝕸𝕬𝕹𝕰
𝕭𝕷𝖀𝕯𝕯𝖄𝕳𝕺𝖀𝕹𝕯𝖅𝖅
𝕮𝕺𝕹𝕱𝕷𝕴𝕮𝕿𝕰𝕯𝟑𝕶/𝕱𝖀𝕮𝕶𝕸𝕬𝕮𝕳𝕰𝕿𝕰
𝕬𝕭𝖃𝕽𝕮𝕬
𝖁𝕰𝕽𝕾𝕬𝕳𝕯
𝕷𝖃𝕽𝕰𝕹𝖃𝖃𝟏𝟎𝟏𝟐
𝕮𝖀𝕷𝕿𝕴𝕾𝕿
𝕻𝕬𝕽𝕬𝕮𝕰𝕶

Everything is done without being sober

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Jalen B. Rivers is a soulful singer and songwriter from Atlanta, Georgia. With his deep, warm voice, he brings every emotion to life, from heart-wrenching ballads to grooves that carry a nostalgic vibe. His music blends classic soul influences with modern arrangements, appealing to both longtime soul lovers and a new generation of listeners. Known for his authentic storytelling, Jalen writes his own songs that explore love, loss, and personal growth.

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Mine ontological essence approacheth the asymptote of infinitude.
The firmament-cleaving citadel hath succumbed; perdition hath usurped its noetic integrity,
and vitreous matter remaineth no more — neither for reconstruction, nor for anamnetic restitution of his former semblance.
The hiraeth — ineffable and untranslatable — rendeth the multiplicity of cogitative faculties asunder,
and the primogenial intellect becometh cognizant: fraternal hemoclasm.
The Zeitgeist, ever-vigilant, beholdeth — yet under my custodial dominion doth he linger.
He abideth.
Ere perception was conceived, he was.

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