Love Addikt

lyrics & vocals by JIGZSAW
mixed by trills

JIGZSAW - Yagami! (prod. Kodein)

A Lei che mi protegge sempre da lassù, a Lei che è tanto lontana, ma ancora tanto vicina.

Testo:
[Intro]
(Ricordo ancora)
(Ricordo ancora, ancora)
(Un ricordo di lei)

[Strofa 1]
Mi alzo una mattina dopo un altro hangover
una notte alzato a fumare sta giornata sono over
è passato tempo da quella giornata tempestosa
fiumi di lacrime non accetto ancora quella cosa

dissero "l'unione fà la forza", non in questi casi
quando perdi qualcuno e anche i suoi stupidi baci
sò che mi ascolti e con te lassù non serve dirlo
ti vorrei urlare "mi manchi" anche se non puoi sentirlo

Ricordo nel letto con il sole nella stanza
ma dentro di me era solo gelo tipo alaska
con papà e mio fratello accanto ad abbracciarmi
hanno provato a farsi forza cazzo per diec'anni

a darmi la forza per andare sempre avanti
hanno fatto questo solo perché erano più grandi
mesi e anni di buio sembrano non finire mai
spero sia un'illusione, è realtà non è finzione

[Chorus]
Un ricordo di lei, un ricordo di le-e-ei
aspetto ancora che torni e vorrei
Passare ancora una volta, sentirti un’altra volta,
tutti quei ricordi non mi bastano più

Un ricordo di le-e-ei
Solo in questa stanza, l’eco che mi trapassa
Tra incubi che non si chiudono nella fottuta cassa

[Strofa 2]
Ricordo vinsi quel campionato e te l'ho dedicato
emozioni forti, lacrime negli occhi, ero disarmato
ogni cazzo di successo speravo "lei sarà fiera"
avrei dato tutto per sentirlo quella sera

Ricordo i momenti passati insieme più belli,
sacrificherei tutto per riaverti come joel per ellie,
col tempo ho perso il coraggio e mi sono riperso,
è quando penso a te che realmente credo in me stesso,

sò che la strada della vita è sempre in salita,
sono morto e poi risorto, questa nessuno l'ha capita,
un enigma come rubik che prova a distruggermi,
ho contenuto i demoni ma non riesco ancora a risolvermi.

Quando fuori è buio fumo e guardo le stelle,
ho capito che la luce non si trova in quelle belle
forse si trova solo in certe esperienze
perché se non stai bene tutto il resto non conta niente

[Chorus]
Un ricordo di lei, un ricordo di le-e-ei
aspetto ancora che torni e vorrei
Passare ancora una volta, sentirti un’altra volta,
tutti quei ricordi non mi bastano più

Un ricordo di le-e-ei
Solo in questa stanza, l’eco che mi trapassa
Tra incubi che non si chiudono nella fottuta cassa

(Un ricordo di lei)
(Mi ricordo di le-e-ei)

Un ricordo di lei

It’s a R&B joint with a thumping trap baseline. The sound RoseBudd produced is sonically a futuristic sound with smart lyrics & reflective lyrics with some rap lyrical influenced delivery with a singer/songwriter vocal style with addlibs.

Shadow Walker

1onenight

Yeah…
Woke up with no drama, no texts from the ex
No stress, no mess, just a freak in my bed
Ain’t even roll a blunt yet
But damn, it’s lookin’ like a good-ass day...

Woke up, got dome, she was smilin' while I stretched
Ass out, no panties, still rockin’ my sweats
Phone on silent, no calls from my girl
'Cause I ain’t got one I’m free in this world

Bacon in the kitchen, she cookin' it thick
Said, “Eat this first, then you can eat this…” (Mmm)
Back shots on the counter, syrup still drippin’
Moaned in my ear, “Damn baby, you different”

No cops, no ops, no bills overdue
My plug pulled up, said, “This eighth’s on you”
Hopped in the ride, sun hittin’ the frame
That G-funk playin’ while I’m switchin’ lanes

Today was a good-ass day (yeah, yeah)
No drama, just love and legs (spread wide)
She text, “Come back for round two, bae”
I said, “Say less, I’m on my way”
Got dome, got food, got high, got laid
And I ain’t even have to flex or pay
Yeah… today was a good-ass day

Hit the strip late night, couple freaks in tow
One light skin, one redbone from the O
They said, “You the vibe, you the one we chose”
I said, “Cool, then both y’all lose the clothes”

Back to the crib, playin’ slow jams loud
Told 'em, “Don’t fight y’all both make me proud”
One on the face, one ridin’ like she race
Sweat pourin' down, I’m stuck in this place

No rubber drama, no baby talk
Just moans, spit, and a little dirty talk
She said, “Daddy, you gon’ nut in me?”
I said, “Nah baby… I brought plan B”

Today was a good-ass day (ooh yeah)
No stress, just freaks and haze
No fights, no texts, no shame
Just licked her once, and she screamed my name
She said, “Nobody ever did me this way”
And I ain’t even try, I just let it play
Yeah… today was a good-ass day

Let the bass ride slow while she ride it deep
She squirted twice and soaked the sheets
Had a cold brew, then another round
She said, “Damn baby, you lay it down”

Today was a good-ass day (uh)
Got a blunt, got a babe, got paid (yeah)
No cap, no fake, no hate
Just cheeks clappin’ and twistin’ fate
And I ain’t even lift no weight
But she said, “This dick deserve a plate”
Yeah… today was a good-ass day

No beef, no calls, no L’s
Just ass, cash, and sex that sells
Sun went down, but I still feel high…
Thank God for a day where I ain’t gotta lie.

A Good-Ass Day (feat. Nancy Nancy & YngBndz)

recorded all the audio off my Mac speakers no mic 

STRESSED OUT RELAXN

Bobby is locked up and Stendo and the Boys need to keep the streets honest 

Stendo Streets

RUNNING BACK TO YOU (prod. goth helma)

14-year-old Colton Stanley (KID A), and his younger brother (Yung Bra), saw a mountain of dirty dishes as the ultimate enemy. The soapy water, the soggy food bits—it was a nightmare. They'd much rather be on their PlayStations, lost in a new game, or kicking a soccer ball around with their buds at the park. Their mom, however, was unyielding. "Boys," she'd say, "these aren't going to wash themselves." They'd try everything to get out of it, from claiming they had too much homework to bargaining for an extra week of chores, but she always stood her ground. To them, the dishes were the one thing standing between them and absolute freedom, an endless pile of rebellion they just couldn't win.... so they quit, yo.

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"QUIT'N DISH'N"
KID A Journal Entry
Aug. 14, 2025


Yo… I had plans, man.
Controller in my hand, Wi-Fi on demand,
Button-mashin’ battles, Fortnite on the stand,
Maybe bike ride, maybe TV, maybe just nap,
But nah—Mom drops the bomb: “Get your hands in the tap.”
Man, I’d rather count ceiling cracks ‘til I die,
Than scrub somebody else’s spaghetti pie.
I just wanna lay in bed, let the day float by,
Instead I’m sink-deep in my own alibi.


Pick up a plate—great, now it’s slick like slime,
Looks like it’s been here since two thousand and nine,
Chunk of mystery meat—what even is that?
Feels like it bit back when I poked it with the spat.
Water scaldin’ hot, then it’s ice-cube cold,
Suds up my sleeves like they’re ten years old,
Forks with gunk wedged tight like ancient glue,
Spoon lookin’ like it survived a barbecue.
And don’t get me started on the glass with the ring,
Who drank milk, left it out—man, that’s a crime scene thing.


I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
Every cup, every bowl, every fork—oh no,
Rather be anywhere else, but here I go,
Scrubbin’ like my life’s a low-budget show.
I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
But I’m stuck in the soap, in the suds, in the flow,
Every plate’s a boss fight, I just can’t cope,
Yeah, I’m losin’ my mind—pass me the dish soap.


Nah, nah, nah—this is torture disguised as a chore,
Like a war on my hands, man, a germ-spore war,
Got sludge in the sponge, got slime in the sink,
Every time I touch somethin’ I stop, gag, think:
“Why me? Why here? Why this filth, right now?”
Whole kitchen smell like a dead cow’s pow-wow,
I’m scrappin’ at a skillet that could break my wrist,
Like I’m fightin’ Excalibur—if it smelled like fish.
Grease fight back, man, it laughs in my face,
Soap slip-slides like it’s tryin’ to escape,
My brain’s in a rage, my patience a ghost,
Every sud-bubble pop just makin’ me roast.
Drip-drip, on my socks, now the floor’s my foe,
I’m skatin’ in spaghetti juice—yo, this is low,
Knives in the water like sharks in a tank,
One wrong move, now my hand’s in the bank.
I’m elbow-deep in the muck, and I’m losin’ my grip,
Whole process slower than a Netflix clip,
I’m a prisoner here, I can’t break free,
This ain’t dishwashing—it’s dishwashing me.


I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
Every cup, every bowl, every fork—oh no,
Just touching the yuck, now my fingers are stuck,
I’m scrubbing this crud and I’m runnin’ outta luck.
I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
But I’m stuck in the soap, in the suds, in the flow,
Every plate’s a boss fight, I just can’t cope,
Yeah, I’m losin’ my mind—pass me the dish soap.


WHY IS THIS MY JOB?!
I didn’t make that stew!
I didn’t eat that pie!
I didn’t pour that goo!
I’m a prisoner of porcelain, chained to the sud,
Hands in the trenches, elbow-deep in crud!


Thirty minutes later, sink’s squeaky and bare,
I’m sweaty, I’m tired, and soap’s in my hair,
I grab my controller, I slump in my chair—
…and Mom says, “Good job, now take out the trash.”
...man, I quit!

-KID A 
take care Yung Bra!
🤗 
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QUIT'N DISH'N (feat. KID A & Yung Bra)

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Semi Artist and an okay Producer, Songwriter, and around-good guy. Why not have others sing your songs? That sounds like this one person.......

just call me vos 



VENTRT!


I can do anything thru Christ

OSC
@novajwest
Brightest Star In The Sky
Plus I made the beat myself
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SINCERE IMPOSTER writes, performs and/or produces a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave & Experimental World Pop. Collectively, it's a genre known as QUIRKPOP --- Music that makes you say, "What the hell is this?"

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused. However, both are extremely and unapologetically sincere. 

Influences include Weird Al, Nathan Fielder, David Lynch, T-Pain and T-Swift. Their favorite inventions are the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel... who may be an entity or a god.



RoseBudd Music Producer-Singer/songwriter
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