🌆 One block. One ritual. One empty glass.
Welcome to the soundtrack of a weekly ceremony that nobody talks about but everybody feels.

Two and a half minutes there. Two and a half minutes back. 🕒
The street never changes, but somehow everything does:
🚗 The red car that never parks twice.
👤 The shadow that crosses too fast.
🍂 The seasons swapping coats like runway models.

And then it happens. Every. Single. Time.
Drop it — CLIRR! 🥂
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
The same sound echoing through the block like an inside joke between you and the pavement.

It’s chillwave. It’s cinematic. It’s nostalgia on loop.
If your life ever felt like a muted indie film where the soundtrack knew more about you than you did… this track gets it. 🎧

🎬 Press play. Walk slow. Become the main character.

Lyrics:

One afternoon a week…
Two and a half minutes there,
Two and a half back.
The block, the walk,
The ritual begins.

Step by step, slow pace,
Empty glass in my hand, no chase.
Brain’s awake, but time’s on mute,
The street’s a loop, the thoughts reboot.

Last time — a red car passed,
Last time — her shadow crossed so fast,
Same street, same frame,
Different story, same game.

I hear the city breathe,
I feel the seasons shift,
But one thing stays,
One thing stays…

Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
Same old block, same old sound,
Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
This is my ceremony ground!

Summer sweat on a cruel hot day,
Autumn breeze takes the heat away.
Winter coat, wool hat, thick glove,
Spring wakes up the street I love.

Every season paints the same routine,
But inside my head, it’s a movie scene.
Different faces, same concrete,
Glass in my hand, history on repeat.

Frames in motion…
Memories collide…
I see me walking,
I see me passing by…
Every step,
Every sound,
Everything changes —
Except…

Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
Same old block, same old sound,
Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
This is my ceremony ground!

…and the glass hits bottom.

Glass Container Ceremony (Chillwave Version)

🚕✨ Ever been the friend with the car? The clown with the gas tank? The unpaid, unthanked chauffeur of broken hearts and half-drunk goodbyes? This track is that story — wrapped in dreamy synth haze, rolling basslines, and headlights cutting through the night like sarcasm on four wheels.

“Free private taxi, this is me — take you where you wanna be.”
A midnight ride you didn’t order, with no GPS, just vibes, honks, laughs, and the occasional crash of reality.

It’s chillwave with a smirk, a soundtrack for every backseat philosopher and front-seat fool who ever paid for friendship in fuel.

Lyrics:

I’m the rolling clown with the fuel I buy,
The king of favors, don’t ask me why.
Door unlocked, engine humming,
You text “pick me up” — and here I’m coming.

No GPS, I know your scheme,
Psychic Uber of your dream.
Wave of a hand, no coins, no cash,
Just me burning tires in a midnight dash.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright. 

Backseat full of half-drunk friends,
I drive in circles, story never ends.
Thank-you note? Ha, never seen,
Just a wave goodbye from the drama queen.

I’m the chauffeur of lost romance,
Your midnight ride, your cheap last chance.
Every handshake, short and cold,
Costs me gas and my soul’s sold.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright. 

Trigger words: honk, laugh, ride, crash,
Burning rubber, empty dash.
Punchline life on four cheap wheels,
Sarcasm’s the only tip I feel.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright.
Free private taxi, always free —
The biggest fool you’ll ever see.

Take You Where You Wanna Be (Chillwave Version)

“Rent not Right” is protest-funk for the dreamers — a slow-burn #JazzFunk × #HouseSoul hybrid that moves like molasses and preaches like a riot.
Every note sweats brass and neon. Every drop hits like back rent and heartbreak combined.
Part dance-floor liberation, part inner monologue — the track lives where exhaustion turns into motion.
If Duke Ellington, Anderson .Paak, and Daft Punk got locked in a studio during a blackout — this would be the sound.

Rent not Rite


Turn the lights down, turn the lows up. What color does this groove sound like to you? 🎧
Bass-first bliss — silk funk with cinematic soul. #LowEndLush is what happens when the floor vibrates like velvet.

The Right Sort of Lads

Ever wondered what happens if you take grandma’s favorite proverb, throw it into a blender with 12 European languages, add some reverb, and serve it chilled over a lo-fi beat? Boom — this track. 🪩✨

From Prague’s beer jugs to Lisbon’s wine pitchers, from Moscow’s rope metaphors to Rome’s fat cats (don’t ask), we’ve basically made a pan-continental TED Talk about how “if you keep doing dumb stuff, it’s gonna break.” But instead of clapping politely, you can vibe, nod your head, and pretend you suddenly understand Bulgarian brass wisdom at 3 a.m.

Warning: Listening may cause spontaneous proverb-quoting in public places. Side effects include: quoting in languages you don’t speak, explaining to strangers that “it’s a metaphor, bro,” and looking way more philosophical than you actually are.

So hit play, pour one out (carefully, jugs are fragile), and remember: If you keep going back… one day it’ll crack. 💥🥛

Lyrics:

They told me once in Prague, with a smile so sly,
„Tak dlouho se chodí se džbánem…“ till the handle says goodbye.
In Warsaw they whisper, carrying their load,
„Dzban wodę nosi…“ till it breaks on the road.

Budapest nights with the old folks’ cheer,
„Addig jár a korsó…“ till it disappears.
And down in Zagreb, you can hear them say,
„Koliko god puta…“ you’ll break it one day.

Every language has the warning, every street’s the same,
You push your luck too often, you’re the only one to blame.

If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
C’est comme ça, pas de retour en arrière, pas de track.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Так є завжди, нема дороги back.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
So ist das Leben, es schlägt dich whack.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Así es la vida, no hay otro track.

In Ljubljana fountains, the echo’s real,
„Vrč hodi toliko časa…“ till it breaks on steel.
Serbia shouts it with a Balkan beat,
„Колико год пута…“ till you’re knocked off your feet.

Sofia sings with a Balkan brass,
„Колкото и да ходи…“ it shatters at last.
Lisbon with a fado, Porto with the wine,
„Tantas vezes vai o cântaro…“ one day’s the line.

Rome gets cheeky with a cat and the fat,
„Tanto va la gatta…“ till she leaves her paw at that.
Paris goes classic, the wisdom intact,
„Tant va la cruche…“ till the bottle is cracked.
Moscow just laughs, with a rope in hand,
„Сколько верёвочке ни виться…“ but it always hits the end.

If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
C’est comme ça, pas de retour en arrière, pas de track.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Так є завжди, нема дороги back.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
So ist das Leben, es schlägt dich whack.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Así es la vida, no hay otro track.

From Prague to Porto, from Berlin to Belgrade,
Every jug at the fountain learns it’s handmade.
The wisdom’s eternal, the message is stacked:
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack.

One Day It’ll Crack

CHILLS (aotb)

Verse 1  
Countdown hums, the city sleeps,  
Love is coded in the deep.  
Neon veins and silver skies,  
We collide where silence lies.  

Pre-Chorus  
Every second’s running out,  
Still I know what love’s about.  

Chorus  
Zero hour love, no retreat,  
Every spark beneath our feet.  
Through the glitch, we’re still alive,  
Zero hour, we survive.  

Verse 2  
Electric hearts, magnetic pain,  
Crashing fast through data rain.  
We were born to lose control,  
Every fault rewrites the soul.  

Pre-Chorus  
We don’t stop, we don’t fade,  
In the noise, our hearts are made.  

Chorus  
Zero hour love, no retreat,  
Every spark beneath our feet.  
Through the glitch, we’re still alive,  
Zero hour, we survive.  

Bridge  
If the system burns tonight,  
Would you fall or would you fight?  
Every pulse a dying star,  
Still we shine for who we are.  

Final Chorus  
Zero hour love, break the code,  
Every fire we explode.  
Through the end, we still arrive,  
Zero hour, still alive.  


Zero Hour Love

Verse 1  
Under flickering blue motel light,  
We talk like strangers in the night.  
You said love’s a game we fake,  
I said hearts still learn to break.  

Pre-Chorus  
Silence hums like vinyl tears,  
Every word rewinds the years.  

Chorus  
Neon confessions, say my name,  
Through the glow, we burn the same.  
Every sin feels soft tonight,  
Under neon, wrong feels right.  

Verse 2  
Your hands trace cities on my skin,  
Every lie pulls me back in.  
I taste the truth, electric sweet,  
In this loop, our hearts repeat.  

Pre-Chorus  
We don’t pray, we just pretend,  
Every start becomes the end.  

Chorus  
Neon confessions, say my name,  
Through the glow, we burn the same.  
Every sin feels soft tonight,  
Under neon, wrong feels right.  

Bridge  
If the morning kills the glow,  
Would you stay or would you go?  
Still I whisper through the haze,  
Neon love, a midnight maze.  

Final Chorus  
Neon confessions, fade in blue,  
Every lie still sounds like you.  
Through the static, we ignite,  
Under neon, wrong feels right.  


Neon Confessions

Hold on to your Wi-Fi, boys — this chillwave x psycho dub trip is about to reboot your ego. 💅

“Female Nature” isn’t just a song — it’s a firmware update for the soul. Version 2.0, no patch notes, no rollback. She’s not your code to debug or your mirror trick to admire yourself in — she’s the reason your Bluetooth suddenly connects to emotions you didn’t even know you had.

This track slides like liquid neon through corporate walls, hacks your chakras, and politely sets your fire alarm off.
Bassline? Sultry. Vocals? Oracle-level. Mood? Like Medusa got a chillwave synth and decided to start a startup.

Press play, let the psycho-dub beat rewire your nervous system, and remember:
you can’t buy her, can’t fake her, can’t legislate her.
You can only vibe and hope she doesn’t ghost your entire species.

Lyrics:

She’s not your code to fix,
She’s not your mirror trick.
You can’t decode emotion,
You can only feel the motion.

She moves like water through concrete walls,
Her voice still echoes in corporate halls.
She’s been burned, but she’s still fire,
She’s the truth you can’t rewire.

This is female nature —
Soft and sharp, creator and breaker.
This is female nature —
You can’t buy it, can’t fake her.

She builds the city, then walks away,
Leaves behind colour where others go grey.
You write the rules — she bends the line,
She’s the reason you still feel divine.

She doesn’t ask for permission,
She doesn’t need your prediction.
She grows, she bleeds, she heals —
That’s how real power feels.

This is female nature —
Stronger than your legislature.
This is female nature —
Tender, fierce — future-maker.

Female nature…
Echo in the wires…
Female nature…
Set the world on fire.

She’s not a mystery to solve,
She’s the reason you evolve.
Female… nature…
Female… nature…

Female Nature

Ever had one of those nights where you swear your life’s about to change — only to wake up realizing the only thing that changed was your hair? Yeah. That’s this song.

“Now and Never” is the musical equivalent of texting “we need to talk” to your own feelings and leaving them on read. It’s the anthem for anyone who’s ever mistaken “goodnight” for “I’ll love you forever,” and “see you soon” for “see you never.”

With melodies smoother than your ex’s excuses and lyrics that slap harder than that 3 a.m. realization that maybe it was never love at all, this track dives head-first into emotional chaos — but make it sound sexy.

💔✨ Expect:
– Heartbreak disguised as a groove.
– A chorus that says “No, no it’s never love at all” but somehow makes you want to dance anyway.
– Existential despair, but with rhythm.

Hit play, laugh through the pain, and remember: it’s not love — it’s just good reverb.

Lyrics:

The night before, you said that something might be changing,
But all those dreams just vanish with the morning light.
The night before, we fall from clouds we once imagined,
We fake a touch, but no one holds it tight.

Now and never,
No, no it’s never love at all.
Now and never,
No, no it’s never,
Never love at all.

The night before, the stars are tired of pretending,
You look away — it’s clear we lost the spark.
The night before, we drown in quiet silver endings,
We chase the dawn but only meet the dark.

Now and never,
No, no it’s never love at all.
Now and never,
No, no it’s never love at all.
Now and never,
Maybe never love at all —
Now we know how far we fall.
No, no it’s never,
Never love at all.

Now and never,
No, no it’s never love at all.
Now and never,
No, no it’s never love at all.
Now and never,
Maybe never love at all —
Now we know how far we fall.
Now and never,
Never love at all.
Now and never,
Never love at all.

Now and Never (It’s Never Love)

Crystal skin under neon rain  
Your touch cutting sweet like pain  
Every pixel calls your name  
In this glitch, nothing stays the same  

You shatter silence with a spark  
Lighting up my coded heart  
Even when the world falls apart  
You rewrite me from the start  

Your eyes reflect electric blue  
The kind of glow I can't undo  
I break, I crash, I fall into  
The digital dream built by you  

We’re tangled threads of light and sound  
Two lost systems finally found  
Every moment we’re unbound  
Floating inches off the ground  

Hold me where the circuits hum  
Where every fear is deaf and numb  
Where all the nightmares come undone  
And love is louder than the sun  

Crystal skin shining bright  
Fragile, fierce, pure delight  
Even if we fade tonight  
Our glitch will burn forever bright  


CRYSTAL SKIN

🌙✨ Slow-Motion Feelings (a Chillwave Survival Guide)

This is the soundtrack for everyone who
moves like a ghost,
feels like a cloud,
and needs three business days to emotionally react to anything.

A song for two people who dance like they’re both trying not to wake the neighbours —
one throwing tiny sparks,
the other turning them into soft ambient lighting because… aesthetics.

If your heart rate rarely exceeds 67 bpm,
if your love language is “we don’t rush things here,”
and if you’ve ever tried to flirt by quietly rotating in the same direction as someone else…
then congratulations: this track is basically your national anthem.

Put on your headphones.
Step into the slow world.
Follow gently.
Stop gracefully.
Vibe responsibly.

Welcome to the dance of emotions — where nothing is forced, everything is soft,
and the biggest plot twist is someone taking half a step closer.

Lyrics:

We move in quiet rhythm,
soft footsteps through the night.
You throw a spark of feeling,
I fade it into light.
You sway between the warm and cold,
I keep the gentle pace —
two shadows in slow motion,
meeting halfway in the space.

We’re dancing with emotions,
not too far, not too close.
In the rhythm of the moment,
only the two of us know.
You turn, I follow slowly,
you stop, I let it flow —
we’re dancing with emotions,
in a world that moves so slow.

You’re pulling quiet circles,
your laughter in the air.
Sometimes you come in closer,
sometimes you disappear.
But somehow in the shifting
of your heartbeat’s little wave —
I always feel you find me,
right before the moment breaks.

We’re dancing with emotions,
little steps nobody sees.
In a heartbeat’s conversation,
in a whisper on the breeze.
You turn, I follow slowly,
you stop, I let it go —
we’re dancing with emotions,
where only feelings know.

Oh, don’t you worry,
I don’t chase the fire you hide.
I hold the quiet rhythm,
and leave the rest to time.
If you step a little nearer,
I stay still — but never cold.
If you move a little further,
I keep the gentle hold.

We’re dancing with emotions,
not too fast, never forced.
In the room between your heartbeat
and the pulse of my own thoughts.
You turn, I follow softly,
you stop — that’s how we grow.
We’re dancing with emotions…
in a world that moves so slow.

Dancing With Emotions

A late-night R&B / Bounce blend with warm red tones and a vintage, grainy aesthetic.

This mixtape brings smooth vocals, hypnotic rhythms, and club energy—perfect for night drives, creative sessions, and anyone who loves sensual, high-vibe music.

Let the groove take over. 🔥



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