Latina [dollatega]

ILOVECATS MIXED BY PLOCTI

I don't care sometimes
Maybe it should have happened and
I don't really wanna lie
I don't live for your laughing at me
So hard for nothing
And I know you hate this song
But I'd never do you wrong
I don't wanna talk
And it's my fault, not yours
I got cuts in lines 'cause I'm insecure
But I'm cutting the line, what was all of this for?
Internet numbers but I'm still poor
Lie when I say it doesn't matter to me
You can try but I'll never be the person that you want me to be
To say their needs a change but I'm gonna stay the same
You can't phase me, always hate me
I won't change for you
You keep going but I hate me too
No point, no point, drowning
And I like you, you dont like me so I'm frowning
I won't change for you
You keep going but I hate me too
No point, no point, drowning
And I like you, you dont like me so I'm-
Drink bleach, I hate your music
You're so useless, but I'll be fine
Wake up every day and I hope that you die
And I know you wanna see me lose
And I promise you that's fine, that's fine
I don't know what you want me to prove (You're a faggot)
Fuck you too
I don't live for your laughing
No satisfaction for me
And you make my ears wanna bleed so much
"I don't like you", no rush, no rush
'Cause I'm feeling okay, you fuck it up anyway
I don't like myself, put a razor to my skin
Let it break, let it break (Oh)
Make me wanna scream, put a gun up to my brain
I hate all of my friends, you make me wanna leave
Can't get out of your head, I don't wanna breathe


internet numbers cover

paladium (p. me)

Yo, you click bait queens in your filtered frames
Talking trash ‘bout that Skibidi Toilet game
But you haven’t lived, you just screenshot the scene
And munch on zucchini while you feed your feed

You claim you heard the beat, you claim you saw the drop
But it's second-hand gossip, your facts all stop
You posture in the comments, you flash your designer pillow
Yet your reasoning’s hollow, like a zucchini in the pillow
You peep the viral hook, you quote the lyric spin
But when I dig the source you’re thin, you’re thin
You treat the rhythm like a trend, you echo like a clone
While I grind the realness, you’re phoning home


Don’t eat zucchini while you talk the talk
Your plate’s green and empty but your mind’s on chalk
You mock the movement but you hardly know the cause
I call out your echo chamber, because

Don’t eat zucchini, don’t play pretend
If you ain’t in the circle, you’re just a friend
Talking ‘bout Skibidi Toilet like you wrote the end
But you’re just a by-stander in a digital trend
Don’t eat zucchini, don’t fake the vibe
When you spin the track you didn’t help design
You’re posting screenshots, live the lies
But I’m here in the trenches, catching real skies

You swipe the aesthetic, you bite the memes
You craft your persona from other people’s dreams
You claim you broke down every bar, you say you know the code
But your zucchini plate’s still green, you never hit the road
You talk about the sound, “Oh it’s so insane”
But you eat placeholder meals while I sustain the pain
I’m shifting gears, I built the frame
You’re pressing share, I’m forging flame

Don’t eat zucchini, don’t act so bold
If you ain’t in the story you’re just a mold
Talking ‘bout Skibidi Toilet like you set the code
But you’re just a cameo in someone else’s show
Don’t eat zucchini, stop faking your lane
When the beat drops heavy you’ll feel the pain
You’re quoting lines, I’m dropping mines
I’m the author of the chapter, you’re reading signs

All that noise in your feed, you recycle the hype
But you never held the mic, you just typed, you just typed
While I dive in deep, you skim the surface clean
You feast on zucchini, I feast on the unseen

Don’t eat zucchini, don’t act so bold
If you ain’t in the story you’re just a mold
Talking ‘bout Skibidi Toilet like you set the code
But you’re just a cameo in someone else’s show
Don’t eat zucchini, stop faking your lane
When the beat drops heavy you’ll feel the pain
You’re quoting lines, I’m dropping mines
I’m the author of the chapter, you’re reading signs

So next time you post “I know it all” in your grid
Remember the zucchini you munch while you skid
I’m in the chaos, forging something raw
And you? Just another feed in the scroll—nothing more.

Don’t eat zucchini

chloe

i hate this

Baby j'ai b'soin de toi
S'il te plaît donne moi
Une raison de vivre

Baby j'veux juste que tu me prenne dans tes bras une dernière fois
Toute la nuit je zone dans le bat
J'me demande si j'ai une raison de me réveiller sans toi
Je reste tard dans la rue complètement khabat

Je me sens tellement seul quand t'es pas avec moi
Baby pourquoi tu rigole quand j'te dis qu'j'ai essayer d'me tué
Ma baby j'peux pas continuer je fais que de souffrir

Ca me fais d'la peine quand j'en parle d'en l'micro
J'm'en rappel quand mes bros me mettaient des couteaux dans l'dos
Quand j'me dis qu'pendant des mois j'étais tout seul dans ma chambre
Mais maintenant ma seul envie c'est de me pendre

S'il te plaît ma baby ne m'abandonne pas
J'ai vraiment besoin que tu reste avec moi
Ma baby ne m'abandonne pas
J'ai vraiment besoin que tu reste avec moi

sans toi

im upset about the alt OF girl i fumbled so i made this

prod. flocket x 49Yeezey

lyrics

can u tell me how u feel
is everything real
i cant see whats going on
i been lost up in my head
can u tell me that its alright its alright
baby yk that its not fine its not fine
x2

i cant tell whats going on between us
all this love i had for u it turned to dust
im stuck up in the past
forgot like what we had
i cant see where im at now
eyes closed vision blurry like a blackout
it hurt so deeply but im glad that its over now
(its over now, its over now its over now)

can u tell me how u feel
is everything real
i cant see whats going on
i been lost up in my head
can u tell me that its alright its alright
baby yk that its not fine its not fine
x2

(ughhhhhh)
(ughhhhhh... not fine)
(ughhhhhh)
(ughhhhhh... not fine)

how u feel

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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18 yrs old 
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