Feelings Out Da Dealings

You don’t just walk away from what made you.
Tied To My Skin is raw poetry in motion—gritty, ghosted, and carved in scars.
A slow grind of memory and muscle, wrapped in dust and blood and quiet resistance.
This one ain’t for the flex—it’s for the ones who know pain doesn’t fade, it echoes.

Press play if your past still speaks when the room goes quiet. ⛓️🌫️🩸

Lyrics:
Yeah... can't shake it... still here...

Left my name in the cracks, broke the frame where you sat
Faded faces in the dash, drive slow through the past
Couldn't fix up the break, couldn't fake like I cared
Put my head in my hands, found no prayers in the air
Still you run in my veins, like a ghost on my block
Cut me out, count the cost, but you can't kill the clock
Bled for the wrongs, carried the fall
Built from the hurt, still answering the call

Can't wash away blood, tied to my sins
Roots run deep, draggin' me in
Built from the mud, can't fake where I been
Ashes in the veins, still wearin' that grin
Lost in the cracks, found in the pain
Carry the ghosts, callin' my name
Pulled by the dirt, weighed by the chain
Still standin' tall, still bearin' the strain

Can't outrun the cold, even dead I won't fold
Every street, every stone, got my secrets they hold
Told you live clean, but the dirt’s in the seams
Only pain when you breathe, only fire in the dreams
We was cracked from the start, you were cash in the dark
I was blood in the scars, you was glass in the heart
Runnin' on fumes, lost in the noise
Carvin' my fate, ain't leavin' no choice

Can't hide the scars, learned to wear ‘em proud
Dirt in my chest, can’t clean it out
Built from the hurt, can't fake what I'm 'bout
Scar tissue speaks, still screamin' it loud
Carved by the loss, stitched by the fall
Stand where I bled, back to the wall
Raised from the cuts, scarred but whole
Still walkin' sharp, still guardin' the soul

I don't pray for the light, got used to the shade
Built my house in the cracks, wear the debts that I made
Every ghost got my face, every street knows my name
Ain't no runnin' from blood, ain't no clean from the stain
If you listen at night, you can still hear me breathe
In the cracks of the stars, in the dirt underneath
Holdin' my ground, dust in my veins
Still tied to my sins, still draggin' the chains


Blood in the cracks, breath in the grime
Ghosts in my lungs, still breathin' fine
Raised by the dirt, born in the climb
Roots cut deep, still callin' it mine
Ash on the wind, dust in my teeth
Songs of the broken hum underneath
Nothin' to lose, nothin' to fake
Still wearin' the weight, still never break

Yeah... still tied...
Still draggin' the chains...
Still breathin' through the dust...


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Tied to My Skin

Des sons introspectif aux sonorités tristes, Nuhée. explore mes doutes, mes visions floues et les vérités qu’on tait. Porté par des prods trap minimaliste et un flow posé, ce projet me permet de faire le deuil d'une certaine époque.

Bromance

Nuhée

You and me

Entre o caos da cidade e os conflitos internos, ela aparece como pausa — não de fraqueza, mas de equilíbrio. Esse som é pra quem vive no corre, mas ainda valoriza o silêncio de uma conexão real.

Raiz Z - Calmaria no Fogo

“Pills and Bottles” is the sound of breaking — not loudly, but in slow motion.

This track is about addiction, regret, and the sick comfort of chaos. No glamor. No filters. Just the truth bleeding through every bar.

Written, performed, and produced from the edge.

This is FDM. Welcome to the fall.

Pills and Bottles

🔻 Song Insight
“Dark Surprise – Not My Town” is a descent into the inner chaos that lingers after betrayal, trauma, and the kind of self-exile that isn’t always visible from the outside. It’s not a clean break. It’s a spiral — one lined with static memories, fractured timelines, and buried rage.

The track weaves y industrial textures with haunting cinematic layers, pulling listeners into a world where the lines between pain and numbness blur. Each verse is a confession — not polished, not filtered, but jagged and breathless. The chorus, almost melodic, lets the smoke rise, showing the aftermath of falling for something that was never real to begin with.

It’s about getting buried alive in a version of yourself you no longer recognize — and realizing, too late, that the town, the love, the identity… was never truly yours. “Dark Surprise” isn’t about closure — it’s about the slow, spiraling process of owning your own exit.

🔻 Lyrics
Intro:
Main Voice – Spoken:
I don’t run from the truth...
I just bury it deeper.
Dual Voice – Whispered, y:
You're not fooling anyone.

Verse 1 – Rap:
I go to speak — my words free fall
Like drops on skin, no catch at all
Swimming through memories trapped in walls
I hide inside... just static calls

Glued inside my self-made cell
Falling back, say it’s all just hell
Pretend the pain is time I spend
Away from a self I won't defend

Pre-Chorus :
Surrounded by ghosts that drain
Every spark, every vein
That burn displaced my name
Hope cracked like ice in pain

Chorus:
Love dove headfirst into mud
Lies spun tight like blood
Thick layers cracked under pressure
Smoke swirled, vortex took my center
Just words... but they never last

Verse 2 – Rap:
I’m feeling rage, tension — the place I’m in
Crossed paths with death, can’t pretend
Flirted with earth, ditch dug with a shrug
No trust... lost respect, no love

Dual Voice:
You didn’t care… you let it collapse…

Psycho sprint down dead-end tracks
Wish I missed those collapse attacks
Seeped in deep where lungs can’t breathe
Toxic air, no chance to leave

Bridge – Melodic, distorted :
Realms bend — this ain’t my timeline
Slide through glass, life in decline
Seconds bleed, countdown loud
This ain't my city. This ain't my crowd.

Chorus:
Love dove headfirst into mud
Lies spun tight like blood
Thick layers cracked under pressure
Smoke swirled, vortex took my center
Just words... but they never last

Verse 3 – Rap:
Ignoring what’s down don’t stop the spin
Buck up or fuck up, that’s how it begins
Roll the dice — land on eyes
Be your own dark surprise

Lock it up. Truth dies quiet.
Only you knew… we’re on the other side.

Outrol:
This isn’t me…
This ain’t my town…
You were never really here...



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Dark Surprise - Not My Town

"Man Down" | SAD Trap Beat [148 BPM] | Soulful Piano Freestyle Hip Hop Instrumental 2025 
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Instagirl is a satirical yet emotionally charged Hip-Hop track blending Afrobeat grooves with Jersey Club energy.
The lyrics dive into the hollow spaces behind filters and social feeds, exposing the curated smiles and hidden emptiness of the digital age.

A soundscape of glitchy kicks, deep 808s, and filtered synths, Instagirl walks the fine line between irony and vulnerability, capturing the urban melancholy of our always-online lives.

🎧 A track for late-night scrolling, ironic grins, and quiet self-reflection.

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Instagirl은 Afrobeat 리듬과 Jersey Club 에너지가 결합된 풍자적이면서도 감정적인 힙합 트랙입니다.
가사는 필터와 피드 뒤에 감춰진 공허함을 드러내며, 꾸며진 미소와 그 이면의 텅 빈 감정을 직시합니다.

글리치한 킥과 묵직한 808, 필터드 신스가 어우러져 아이러니와 내면적 취약함을 동시에 담아냅니다.
끊임없이 온라인에 연결된 시대의 도시적 우울과 풍자를 동시에 포착한 곡입니다.

🎧 늦은 밤, 무심한 스크롤과 쓴웃음, 그리고 잠깐의 자기 성찰을 위한 음악.

Lyrics:

필터 속에 묻힌 너의 soul,
픽셀 속에 가둬버린 role.
빛나는 척, 행복한 pose,
근데 밤마다 울어, nobody knows.

네 feed는 영화 같아, edit은 찰지게,
셀카는 예술인데, 현실은 갈 길이 멀지.
너도 몰라, 진짜 널- 너의 꿈이  어딨는지,
'좋아요'의 노예가 된 너의 눈빛이 empty지.

DM엔 웃지, 눈으론 무표정,
댓글엔 하트, 맘으론 불편한 표정.
비트처럼 반복돼, loop에 빠진 감정,
네 삶은 script, 남이 쓴 한 편의 연극.

자극적이길 원해, ‘완벽’이란 frame 안에,
유리처럼 깨질 걸 알면서도 계속 담아내.
뒤에서는 외로워, 근데 스토리는 always fine,
필터를 쓴 건 피부가 아닌 mind.

너가 진짜로 원하는 게 뭔지 몰라,
보는 사람 의도대로 너는 춤춰, 놀아.
흔들리는 건 몸이 아닌 기준,
니 자아는 콘텐츠, 현실은 실종 중.

니가 누구인지보단 니 팔로워가 중요해,
하루 세 번 업로드, ‘관심’이란 중독에.
티 나게 연출된 ‘자연스러움’,
근데 웃긴 건 뭔지 알아? 그게 더 불안함.

다른 여자들과 비교해 널 짓눌러,
그래도 like이 오르면 다 견딜 수 있어.
진심은 가려지고 해시태그만 남아,
#힐링 #여유 #내일도감성 – 다 가짜.

멋져 보여, 너의 life in grid,
하지만 현실은 mess, like wifi glitch.
웃긴 척, 쿨한 척, 표정엔 빈틈이,
거울은 널 못 속여, 그 속에 빈 진심이.

아무도 안 물었는데 넌 보여줘,
#OOTD, #썸, 근데 마음은 외로워.
누군가 널 알아봐주길 바라면서,
너 자신은 점점 멀어져, 다른 색으로 번져.

넌 몰라, 네가 진짜로 누군지도,
눈부신 프레임 속, 감정은 mute mode.
너를 조종하는 건 네 손이 아닌 phone,
그 안의 세상이 너의 진짜 home?

#Instagirl #HipHop #Afrobeat #JerseyClub #UrbanMelancholy #SatiricalRap  #EmotionalHipHop #DigitalAge #LoFiVibes #GlitchyBeats 
#SoundCloudRap #KHipHop #AfroHipHop #IntrospectiveRap


Overman - Instagirl (feat. Vibe) (Remix)

A raw, introspective look at feeling lost, misunderstood, and searching for clarity.

twenty four

“Shattered Reflections” is Goblyn’s confrontation with himself — raw, fractured, and unfiltered. The beat stutters like broken glass trying to piece itself back together, glitchy and ghosted with echoes of who he used to be. Each verse dives into a different version of the man behind the mask — the sinner, the survivor, the monster, the memory.

Lyrically, it’s Goblyn in the mirror, surrounded by the voices of his past, trying to figure out which one is real — and which ones never left. This track isn’t about redemption — it’s about recognition. The hook is a twisted mantra, a cry from the broken pieces still clinging to the frame.

Dark, hypnotic, and emotionally raw, “Shattered Reflections” is the sound of self-destruction turned into self-awareness.

Lyrics: 

[Intro – Distorted whispers, echoing like voices in his head]

Crack... crack...
Who the fuck is that starin’ back?
Pieces of me all talk at once,
None of ‘em real, all of ‘em fronts.

[Verse 1]

I see my face split in seven lies,
Every shard cut deep where truth dies.
One’s the killer, one’s the king,
One’s the kid who ain’t feel a thing.

Mirror bleedin’, can’t tell what’s mine,
Each piece got a past that crossed the line.
One reflection smirks, another one cries,
And one still prays though his god done died.

[Chorus – Layered, glitchy echo]

🪞
Shattered reflections, I’m talkin’ to ghosts,
Every piece of me hate the others the most.
Lookin’ for truth in a fucked-up view,
Seven dead faces, which one’s true?

Shattered reflections, I’m losin’ control,
Mirror crackin’ like my goddamn soul.
If I could fix it, would I even try?
Maybe I’m meant to break till the day I die.

[Verse 2]

Voices overlap — static in my brain,
Can’t mute the pain, can’t wash the stain.
Each version of me pointin’ blame,
All of ’em wearin’ my fuckin’ name.

Glass rain fallin’, cuts to the bone,
Talk to myself, but I’m never alone.
See my past laugh in the corner light,
“King of nothin’, sleep tight tonight.”

[Bridge – Haunting, low-passed vocals with glitch effects]

Every crack’s a memory I can’t erase,
Every line drawn deep on my face.
If I smash it all, will I set me free?
Or just bleed out the rest of me?

[Chorus – Stronger, layered with distorted screams]

🪞
Shattered reflections, I’m talkin’ to ghosts,
Every piece of me hate the others the most.
Lookin’ for truth in a fucked-up view,
Seven dead faces, which one’s true?

Shattered reflections, I’m losin’ control,
Mirror crackin’ like my goddamn soul.
If I could fix it, would I even try?
Maybe I’m meant to break till the day I die.

[Outro – Beat fades into static and broken glass sounds]

Yeah...
Guess I ain’t broken — I’m just pieces.
And maybe that’s all I ever been.

Shattered Reflections

“Still in My Tempo” explores patience, rhythm, and inner alignment — the art of staying steady when everything around you speeds up. 🎧 From the album Drift Suite
#FeezyBWaby #DriftSuite

Still in My Tempo

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"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

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Built from bars and broken memory.
Emotional, unpredictable, always replayable.
B is for Barely Holding On. Float anyway.
Feezy B. Waby: Not real. Too real.

I don’t make music to be famous. I make it so I don’t lose my fuckin’ mind.
Every verse I drop is a piece of me I’m tryin’ to bury — or resurrect. I wear this cracked mask ‘cause I ain’t tryna show the world my face… I’m showin’ it my scars.

I’ve been stalked by my own thoughts since I was a kid — insomnia, rage, regret, voices that don’t shut up. So I put ‘em on beats. I don’t spit for the crowd. I spit for the shadows. My sound? Dark club trap dipped in paranoia, smeared with melody and madness.

Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I scream. Sometimes I don’t say a word — just let the silence talk for me.
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