Squiddy's ground-breaking debut album "SQUIDDY 1"

SQUIDDY ENDING

MASS DESTRUCTION (ft. DJ R****t)

TYPE POOP

SQUIDDY PHONK 1

PHONK FOR ALL

DRIFT PHONK DEATH

DISASTER

ISR*** TYPE BEAT (Extended)

BRAZILIAN

PIERRE X SQUIDDY TYPE BEAT

erawadi sample flip

БОЛЬШОЙ ПАПОЧКА

/// LETRA ///
"It is said they'll never stop breathing."

They weren’t born with iron skin,
but someone took their name, stitched them in.
A man once—we think. It’s hard to say,
A ghost beneath the waves’ gray sway.

Now they groan like rust in tide,
their shadow bending at her side.
A cage of flesh that forgot the way,
their footsteps lost, a muted play.

Pressure hums where their heart once beat,
through coral halls and broken heat.
No god to pray to, only decay,
silent prayers drift far away.

You’ll hear the moan before the storm,
a memory in pressure form.
If ghosts exist, they wear this suit—
protecting the Little Girls is absolute.

Big Daddy. Slow walker.
Drill turns, no talker.
Heavy head. Glass eyes.
Protects until we die.

She wears a bow, he wears a tomb.
Her laughter bright, his world is gloom.
She sees a toy. He sees a flood,
two souls bound by fate’s odd nod.

One hand of care, one of rage,
he holds the sea like it’s a cage.
But never lets her touch the odd,
the weight he bears is iron-clad.

Syringe in bloom, footsteps fall,
she skips, he towers—she is all.
And he’s the silence to her call,
a whispered oath beneath the sprawl.

You’ll hear the moan before the storm,
a memory in pressure form.
If ghosts exist, they wear this suit—
protecting the Little Girls is absolute.

Daddy! Deep diver!
Flesh lost to brine and fiber.
Watcher. Warden.
Heart in iron hardened.

"Made to love one thing..."

The city died. The dream grew teeth.
They are saints beneath the reef.
The church of screws, of blood, of steam,
a hollow hymn in broken dream.

No gold, no peace, no distant shore,
just miles of guilt and rotting spore.
Sung lullabies inside a scream,
the ghosts still haunt the empty stream.

It's said they're seen at the gate,
cradling rage, accepting fate.
A titan drowning in a dream,
his soul lost to the ocean’s gleam.

You’ll hear the moan before the storm,
a memory in pressure form.
If ghosts exist, they wear this suit—
protecting the Little Girls is absolute.

Big Daddy. Lost tether.
Wanders forever.
One hand, one child.
Broken, mild, wild.

"He still walks... Just deeper..."

Rapture's Heavy Heart - Big Daddy

just wordplay :/

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