blow my high

QPH?

El Último tren No mires atrás

Pueblos fantasmas

BriXtape

SHE FINE

On a rainy corner of Bleecker and somewhere
A guy’s selling bootlegs of the musical “Hair”
He’s got a Dead Kennedys t-shirt full of stains
And a head full of smoke and graffiti brains
Some preacher’s got a cape and a bluetooth mic
Says “the end is near” well maybe tonight

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

Now Maria from the Village used to take ballet and tea
Now she’s pouring drinks down on Avenue D
She says she’s going to Paris and Spain someday
But her passport’s expired and her hair’s gone gray
She says “life’s a curse when you’ve got too much soul”
Then she laughs at herself and plays some rock and roll

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

There’s Frankie with a limp by the laundromat light
Lost a toe and his luck in a Bushwick fight
Tells me stories about a dancer he once knew
With a husky voice and a switch-up crew
Now he fixes bikes and belts out Springsteen tunes
Says “the world’s lost rhythm but I keep the groove”

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Newsstand headlines scream of fire and floods
But the bodega cat doesn’t hold a grudge
The cops crack wise on a midnight beat
While the rappers trade lines on Delancey Street
I passed by your old place it’s a weed shop now
But I swear I saw you in the crowd somehow

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Steam rises up through an old metal grate
Like the city’s exhaling all of its grief and weight
A kid tags a mural with a trembling hand
Says “my father got ghosted in Afghanistan”
But an old folkie down on Canal and West
Strums “New Morning” in a brown tweed vest

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

World Rolls On (with Joliz)

[Verse 1]
Face beat, skin tight
Ring light catching every side
From the shadows to the feed
Look at me, I’m finally seen

[Pre-Chorus]
I cried in silence, now I shine
This face took years, not overnight

[Chorus]
Glow up, never back down
Turn the hate into my crown
Level up, high-def soul
Beautiful and in control

[Verse 2 - LUMA]
No filter could define me
I glow from what's behind me
Flaws I flaunt, scars I flex
Confidence is my reflex

[Bridge]
You see the glam, not the pain
But darling, I'm the hurricane

[Chorus Repeat]

Glow Up (feat. LUMA)

ELES COMPRAM UNS

No Crown Needed

Zehnova & N’shaal Present

Song – She Owns the Crown
Lyrics/Composer – S.Q.B.
Singer – N’shaal
Producer – Zehnova
Genre – Pop / Reggaeton / Dance-Pop

"She Owns the Crown" is a bilingual pop-reggaeton anthem celebrating strength, self-love, and the rise of unstoppable women. Sung by N’shaal and written by S.Q.B., the track blends empowering lyrics with dance-pop energy and Latin flair — perfect for anyone owning their glow-up.

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She Owns the Crown

PERFUME

🎵 No noise, just Presence
🔗 Listen • Feel • Repeat

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