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primeiramente
kaito va pra puta que pariu
namorada largou ele, ta quicando no fuzil
va tomar no cu vadia va tomar no cu brasil
fica pagando de foda mas ele nem tem grillz (eu tambem não tenho)

venos va se fuder
eu poderia ter feito um verso gigante 
poderia ter explicado mas tu nem é importante (pra isso)
a mina largou ele e agora ta se achando foda
eu quero é mais que tu se foda, xyaz quica nas suas bolas (visse)

fllw é aposentado
puto pro raffa moreira você é vulgo inss
produzindo as mesmas coisas "mas é  só um teste"
você ta enganando quem, eu te extermino igual uma peste
eu te jogo no lixo como papel higienico (tudo é uma brincadeira, eu não acho isso de nenhum de voces, so funny memes)
(essa é a historia do sonic.. bizarro)

ainda tem o cenoura kizunmi
VA SE FUDER
prefiro trabalhar 8 horas mnao, do que ser voce
fica tentando ser um suburban mas ele nem sabe quem é voce (esse vadia rimou voce com voce)
kizunmi eu quero q voce morra seu maldito
verme do karalho

acho q foi isso



dxota, baixo, verme, kizunmi desgraçado, fllw

how low you can go?

for sure!

enjoy this little fire, stay tuned for more!

how low?

Ever wonder what your week gets up to when you’re not looking?
Turns out, all seven days moonlight as a soft-focus indie band.

They rehearse in your living room at 2 PM on a Sunday, playing through warm vinyl crackle and chords that sound like they’ve been left out in the sun too long. Monday mopes in with his pockets full of sighs, Tuesday is scribbling unsent love letters on the back of grocery lists, and Friday smells faintly of nostalgia and reheated takeaway. Somewhere in the background, a lazy beat yawns itself awake while someone hums that lalala hook you’ll still be humming at the bus stop next week.

It’s music for:
☀️ Sitting in a patch of sunlight you didn’t notice before
📆 Forgetting what day it is on purpose
🫖 Brewing tea you’ll forget to drink until it’s cold

Press play, let the days drift by in slow motion, and don’t worry — Monday’s in no rush either.

Lyrics:

Monday drifts in with a shadowed face
Hands in his pockets, moving at a fragile pace
He hums a song no one remembers well
Something between a greeting and a farewell

Tuesday writes letters she’ll never send
Leaves them in drawers, knowing how they’ll end
Her smile is pale, like the early rain
She wears the quiet, she wears the strain

🎶 Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
Lalala la lalalalalalala
Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
La lalalalalalala 🎶

Wednesday’s a bridge half-lost in the mist
Carrying dreams that barely exist
He leans on the rail, staring at the tide
Counting the waves as they slip and hide

Thursday is lonely, but she hides it well
She speaks of tomorrow like a fragile spell
Her eyes are glass, but the cracks don’t show
She’s the promise of warmth in a world of snow

🎶 Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
Lalala la lalalalalalala
Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
La lalalalalalala 🎶

Friday wears perfume like a faded flame
She dances alone, whispering someone’s name
Her laughter’s soft, but it slips away
Like the end of a song you wanted to stay

Saturday sighs under silver skies
Her joy is a ghost in her half-closed eyes
She sleeps through the sun, wakes for the moon
Knowing both will be gone too soon

Sunday’s a blanket, frayed at the seams
Holding you close inside her dreams
She hums a tune you almost recall
Before Monday returns to take it all

🎶 Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
Lalala la lalalalalalala
Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
La lalalalalalala 🎶

Seven slow ghosts, walking in a line
Each with their shadow, each with their sign
Days pass like whispers, soft and undone
Until all the weeks blur into one

From Monday to Sunday (Lo-Fi Chill)

Ever wondered what your week would look like if it quit its job, moved to the coast, and started a shoegaze side project?
Turns out, Monday through Sunday have been living rent-free in a VHS tape since 1987, scoring their own soft-focus life documentary.

This is Chillwave at its most gloriously unnecessary:
🌊 Synths so warped you’ll think your speakers are melting
📷 Melodies that sound like they belong to memories you swear you had, but probably didn’t
🍹 The audio equivalent of sipping a piña colada while staring moodily at a postcard

It’s not just music — it’s a time capsule you never actually buried.
Press play, lean back, and watch your responsibilities dissolve like a Polaroid in the sun.
Side effects may include: buying a vintage windbreaker, talking about “vibes” too much, and sending postcards to people who live in the same city as you.

Lyrics:

Monday drifts in with a shadowed face
Hands in his pockets, moving at a fragile pace
He hums a song no one remembers well
Something between a greeting and a farewell

Tuesday writes letters she’ll never send
Leaves them in drawers, knowing how they’ll end
Her smile is pale, like the early rain
She wears the quiet, she wears the strain

🎶 Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
Lalala la lalalalalalala
Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
La lalalalalalala 🎶

Wednesday’s a bridge half-lost in the mist
Carrying dreams that barely exist
He leans on the rail, staring at the tide
Counting the waves as they slip and hide

Thursday is lonely, but she hides it well
She speaks of tomorrow like a fragile spell
Her eyes are glass, but the cracks don’t show
She’s the promise of warmth in a world of snow

🎶 Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
Lalala la lalalalalalala
Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
La lalalalalalala 🎶

Friday wears perfume like a faded flame
She dances alone, whispering someone’s name
Her laughter’s soft, but it slips away
Like the end of a song you wanted to stay

Saturday sighs under silver skies
Her joy is a ghost in her half-closed eyes
She sleeps through the sun, wakes for the moon
Knowing both will be gone too soon

Sunday’s a blanket, frayed at the seams
Holding you close inside her dreams
She hums a tune you almost recall
Before Monday returns to take it all

🎶 Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
Lalala la lalalalalalala
Lalala la la laaaalaaaa
La lalalalalalala 🎶

Seven slow ghosts, walking in a line
Each with their shadow, each with their sign
Days pass like whispers, soft and undone
Until all the weeks blur into one

From Monday to Sunday (Chillwave)

🌙 
Moonlit purity, cold beauty—yet hidden inside burns a quiet desire.
This song drifts with dawn waves, moonlight, and the cool air of night, opening into a sensual release.
Like a lotus closed under the moon, lips sealed with secret longing.
Like petals bursting open in the tide of dawn, breath turning into fire.
Like a flame that fades by day, only to return in rhythm—a cycle of desire, eternal under the moonlight.s
🌸
하얀 순수와 차가운 아름다움—그 속에 숨어 있는 뜨거움.
새벽 물결과 달빛, 시원한 공기와 함께 찾아오는 해방.
달빛 아래 닫힌 연꽃처럼, 숨기고 있는 마음과 차갑게 닫힌 입술.
새벽 물결 속에 활짝 피어나는 꽃잎처럼, 숨결이 불로 번지는 순간.
낮에는 다시 오므라들고 닫히지만, 순간의 불꽃은 반복되는 리듬 속에 영원히 되살아납니다.

Moonlit Desire (Outro ver.)

moozi(無知)
IG: @moozi_muzic
Youtube: @moozi_muzic

moozi comes from “무지 (無知),” a Korean word for “not knowing.”
But to me, it’s more about the feelings we can’t hide—loving too much, missing too much, living with too much heart.
These songs are little snapshots of city life, soft voices for quiet nights, and comfort for anyone who needs it.

‘모른다’는 뜻. 
저에겐 무지가 곧 숨길 수 없는 감정—
무지하게 사랑하고, 보고 싶고, 살아가고 싶은 마음입니다.
제 음악이 누군가의 삶에 작은 위로가 된다면 그것만으로 충분합니다.

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

l Producer/Musician l 
    l HKI - Finland l

l Contact: layzyyj(at)gmail.com l
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