Tell ‘em I died a couple streams ago,
Came back in 4K, glitchin’ tho.
(Warp me gently through the screen,
Make a god from dopamine.)

Paper halo, don’t fall off
Heaven sent with a fake cough
I pray in likes and credit scores
God left but I found the source
paper crown, plastic throne,
DM’d fate on a prepaid phone

My reflection doin’ fraud again
Mouth movin’ but it’s all pretend
She said “Be real" I hit refresh
Typed out pain like a stolen sketch

I’m a god with a broken login
Lost love in my two-factor coffin
They cheer loud but they never stay
I build faith out of résumé

Oh...

Oh...

Paper halo, don’t fall off
Heaven sent with a fake cough
I pray in likes and credit scores
God left but I found the source

Paper halo, don’t fall off
Heaven sent with a fake cough
I pray in likes and credit scores
God left but I found the source

Oh...

Ooh oh....

I wore fame like a jacket off-rack
Didn’t fit right, but I looked like that
Comments scroll like rosaries
I confess through emojis, please

Rented thoughts on a looped beat
No soul, just curated heat
But still they stream my disrepair
A holy mess with dyed pink hair

Oohhh, fake wings... still fly / Still lie / Still cry in disguise / Ooooh.....

Paper halo, don’t fall off
If I glitch, don’t pause the song
I pray in likes and repost lore
Just another saint in a corner store

Fold me up when you lose interest
Burn my brand like it’s incense
Keep my crown, it’s paper thin
Wear it loud ‘til it caves in...

Paper Halo

Yeah…
She don’t answer.
She just leaves the room louder than she found it.

Echo lips, say it, vanish
Moves in waves like static damage
Every goodbye sounds rehearsed
Every look like a subtle curse

Left her gloss on my glass rim
Now it’s lipstick ghosts where the light’s dim
Speaks soft, but her silence sharper
Than anything I’ve heard since the last departure

She spins me like late night radio
Soft hums, but the tension heavy though
Choke on words I’ll never send
She reads my pulse like a message I bend

I called her bluff, she called my soul
No ring, no tone, just black hole scrolls
Her name’s still etched in my passcode log
And I still breathe her in when I miss the fog

She’s the glitch in my clean cut vibe
The late reply in a neon lie
Fingertips cold like she types with ice
But the burn she leaves? Man, it hit precise

I said “stay”, she said “define it”
Told her “forever”, she redefined it
Now my nights repeat like a chorus gone rogue
Trying to find peace in the echo she stole

Echo lips... still ringing
In the space where the message stops singing
No closure, no reverb fade
Just a memory framed in a voice that stayed

Echo Lips

Yeah…
Soft touch, sharp edge
It’s like that

Velvet switchblade under the coat
Kiss so sweet, make you miss the throat
Eyes like lies, voice like smoke
If you fall too deep, you might not float

Silk tongue, venom in the lining
She don’t talk, she signs like she’s signing
Woke up cuffed in a chair of gold
Said “love hurts” and I felt that cold
Red light mood, perfume like fear
She close range, but the blade unclear
Talk slick, your luck might bend
She cut ties with a wink, no end

Don’t chase her, she’s already near
Moves like a ghost in designer gear
Whispers sharp, got the room on mute
Last dude ran, but he lost his suit

Heartbeat sync to a trap hi-hat
Dark red lips where the truth stay at
Not a threat, she’s a plot twist told
Velvet switchblade, touch ice cold

She don't scream, she watches
She don't cry, she profits
She don’t miss, she marks it
And you’re already in the carpet

Velvet switchblade under the coat
Kiss so sweet, make you miss the throat
Eyes like lies, voice like smoke
If you fall too deep, you might not float

Cut clean…
Stay sweet.

Velvet Switchblade

Ashtray full. Head empty.
One last drag from the version of me I didn’t choose.

I left myself on read
Somewhere in that thread
Where I said I’d try
But never said when

The glass tongue cracked,
Words leaked like steam
Dreamed in grayscale
Woke in a meme

She whispered, “You ain’t broken, just abstract,”
I laughed like a vinyl scratch
That’s the truth
A bit warped, but still loops

Fade me out like smoke in reverse
Leave my name in lowercase curse
If you miss me,
Just rewind the hurt

Blue smoke exit.
No applause. No alert.

Blue Smoke Exit

Click-clack flash like a Kodak
Caught my wins, never need a throwback
Ice in the veins like a soda cap
Say my name, get a no look clap

Click-clack flash like a Kodak
Caught my wins, never need a throwback
Ice in the veins like a soda cap
Say my name, get a no look clap

Speed in the blood, no brakes in the soul
Pulled from the dirt, now I’m takin' control
Talk slick, get clipped like a promo roll
Got 'em glitchin’ like they stuck in a console code

Yeah, lights flash when I’m on that run
One take, no edits, I already won
Too fast, you lag like dial-up days
Still talkin' like you hard with your anime phase

Click-clack flash like a Kodak
Caught my wins, never need a throwback
Ice in the veins like a soda cap
Say my name, get a no-look clap

Midnight drift in a midnight black
Wheels too loud, can’t cover that track
Mind on blitz, heart cold like facts
Don’t do peace, I just mismatch stacks
Got game like a cheat code drop
Bars so sharp, make a TikTok stop
Too raw, can’t filter the flame
They play dress-up, I play the game

Click-clack flash like a Kodak
Caught my wins, never need a throwback
Ice in the veins like a soda cap
Say my name, get a no-look clap

Click Clack Kodak

(Untitled) LofiWave

Perfect 10

…You only call me when your angels won’t speak…
“Silence of Soul (Signal Lost)” blends minimal wave textures, cold sincerity, and ghostlike melodies — exploring isolation, betrayal, and the collapse of connection.

Silence of Soul (Insane Part Three)

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hoodLock - Процесsing x 3gä (@otcacity)

bedroom & bathroom compositions 
         stream anywhere else
soundcloud is stealing my listens

Skufferland is a London-based project crafting soft, melancholic pop for those who feel too much and say too little.

It started with two cups of tea, a tangle of guitar cords, and a broken promise.
Now it’s just soft synths, fragile hooks, and voices that don’t ask to be heard — but stay with you anyway.

Jeg Venter I Natten
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/53eWVI_mxjc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1fFatF9BlY
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