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Best Friends, Forever - Slice Of Life Stories 🎧

A country song about how country music has gotten soft and commercialized.

Cul-de-Sac Country

“You Ain’t Livin’” is a high-octane lyrical takedown of fake lifestyles, digital illusions, and clout-chasing culture. Set to a driving trap beat fused with conscious rap elements, this track is a verbal assault on all those who pretend to live large while hiding behind filters, flexes, and followers.

Yeah, I see ‘em on the 'Gram with the fake gold chains,
Talkin' like they hustle but they barely got brains.
Sayin' “life is lit” while they stuck in the loop,
Got a rented Lambo just to stunt on the group.

They actin’ like bosses, flossin’ for clicks,
But behind closed doors, they broke and sick.
Got no grind, just a filter and flair,
Real work? Nah — just hot air.

I’m speedin’ through truth like a Tesla on track,
Your whole vibe’s cap — that’s a digital act.
You flex for attention, beg for views,
But your soul’s on silent, you just abuse.


You ain't livin', nah, you just scrollin’ through a lie,
While I’m out here buildin’, watchin’ legends multiply.
You frontin’ like you’re free, but that mask’s too tight,
You a shadow in the flash, I’m the flame in the fight.


Fast-paced thoughts, I'm a lyrical bomb,
While you vibin’ to trends, I be writin’ a psalm.
You got dopamine hits from a heart on a post,
But can’t look in the mirror without feelin' like a ghost.

I see the timeline warriors, talkin’ like kings,
But scared of a convo without their rings.
Life ain’t a filter, it’s blood and tears,
It’s fightin’ your demons and facin’ fears.

I run laps in the logic, my flow’s a blade,
You stuck in a script that your ego made.
Sayin’ “I’m the vibe,” nah, you just noise,
Tryna fill the void with some rented toys.


You ain't livin', you just posin' in the frame,
Tryna claim gold when you ain't in the game.
I’m movin’ like fire, while you stuck in the flame,
Playin’ dress-up in life, but it's all just shame.


I’m surgical — precise with the verse I’m spillin’,
You transactional livin’, I’m soul fulfillin’.
You party for clout, I build for peace,
You sprint to escape, I climb for release.

Fast life? Cool — but where’s your depth?
You chasin' breathless highs 'til there’s nothin' left.
All style, no root — all bark, no bite,
I’m stormin’ the throne with insight and might.

You got loud clothes, but your voice ain’t clear,
I spit facts so sharp they could pierce your veneer.
You want clout? Cool. I want legacy.
You're passin’ the torch — I’m settin’ the legacy.


Talk slick, walk stiff, act rich, facts glitch,
Fake clique, fast fix, y’all scripts, no risk.
Mind numb, grind none, timeline rerun,
While I rewrite time with a line and a stun.

Clickbait dreams in a plastic state,
I meditate truth while you replicate fate.
I navigate pain, elevate, innovate,
You imitate trends while I renovate fate.


You ain't livin', just actin’ in a lie so loud,
While I rise like a king with my feet on the ground.
You postin’ for applause, I’m buildin’ the sound,
And when the lights cut off — I’m still profound.

So keep flexin’ your life through the lens of a phone,
I’ll keep craftin' my throne in a zone of my own.
'Cause livin’ ain’t likes, it’s the scars and the climb,
And I rap like a clock that’s ahead of its time.

You Ain’t Livin’  / Lyrics (description)

The song is a powerful anthem of resilience and self-empowerment, told from the perspective of someone who was underestimated, silenced, or dismissed—only to rise above it all with grace, strength, and a bit of well-earned vengeance.

Cette chanson est un cri de victoire porté par une voix longtemps ignorée. Elle raconte l’histoire d’une personne qu’on a jugée trop faible, qu’on a écartée — mais qui s’est relevée, plus forte que jamais. Avec fierté et lucidité, elle affirme sa valeur, rejette les faux jugements, et brille loin au-dessus de ceux qui doutaient d’elle. C’est un hymne à la revanche lumineuse, à la liberté retrouvée.
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Vous comptiez sur mes silences,
Pour nourrir votre arrogance.
Petits sourires, grandes absences,
Mais j’ai gravé ma résistance.

Pas besoin de vos regards vides,
Je vole loin, je reste fluide.
Vous êtes restés dans le passé,
Pendant que moi, j’ai tout cassé.


Vous disiez : “Elle n’ira pas loin…”
Et maintenant ? Vous faites moins les malins.
Du haut de mes rêves en or,
Je vous vois ramer encore.


Regardez-moi d’en bas,
Je brille, et vous… vous restez là.
Vous m’avez sous-estimée,
Maintenant c’est moi qui vais juger.
Que peut-on attendre attendre de vous ?
Rien. Même le vent vaut mieux que vous.
Continuez à parler tout bas,
Pendant que je danse au-dessus de vos lois.


Vous m'appeliez “trop fragile,”
Maintenant mon nom brille en ville.
Vous jouiez aux rois sans trône,
Moi, j’ai bâti mon propre royaume.

Pas besoin d’amour bancal,
J’ai ma lumière, j’ai mon cristal.
Chaque blessure est devenue perle,
Et vos voix ? Juste des querelles.


Vous pensiez que j'étais finie,
Mais j'étais juste en alchimie.
Vous m’avez vue tombée, ok…
Mais regardez-moi m’envoler.


Regardez-moi d’en bas,
Je brille, et vous… vous restez là.
Vous m’avez sous-estimée,
Maintenant c’est moi qui vais juger.
Que peut-on attendre attendre de vous ?
Rien. Même le vent vaut mieux que vous.
Continuez à parler tout bas,
Pendant que je danse au-dessus de vos lois.


Vous pensiez que j'étais finie,
Mais j'étais juste en alchimie.
Vous m’avez vue tombée, ok…
Mais regardez-moi m’envoler.

Regardez-moi d’en bas,
Je brille, et vous… vous restez là.
Vous m’avez sous-estimée,
Maintenant c’est moi qui vais juger.
Que peut-on attendre attendre de vous ?
Juste l’écho d’un monde flou.
Je trace seule, mais en éclat,
Pendant que vous vous noyez là-bas.

Ragardez-Moi d'En Bas (Look at Me from Below) / Lyrics-Paroles (description)

A hard-hitting, fast-tempo American rap song with aggressive, powerful bars aimed at arrogant and narcissistic people. The tone is bold, mocking, and sharp, with catchy hooks and rhythmic variation

Spin Around You?

English rap/hip-hop song that dissects and ridicules the psychology of haters, using a mix of clever metaphors, playful anger, and witty rhymes.

Mirror mirror, on your screen,
Talkin' loud, but never seen
Laughin' at your jealous glow—
Hatin’ me won’t make you grow...
  


You got time to type, I got time to fly,
You refresh the page, I refresh the sky.
You say I'm fake while you hide your face,
Keyboard lion with a cub’s disgrace.

Talk tough with your alt account,
But I still stack love in large amounts.
You hate what you can’t touch, that’s clear,
You mock what you see in the mirror, dear.


Oh, you mad? Is your life that bland?
Throwin' shade with your empty hand?
I glow, I grow, you scroll, you stall—
Built from the ground while you pray I fall.


Mirror talk, mirror talk, hatin' on the glass,
Wanna see me break, but I break like class.
You jealous? Say it, I won’t judge,
You're the one stuck knee-deep in grudge.

Laughin' while you scream my name,
Thanks for the promo, stay the same.
Click, post, troll—feel the burn,
The more you hate, the more I earn.


You ever notice how your envy leaks?
It’s in your comments, week by week.
Tryna dim my shine with your little storm,
But I’m the thunder you can’t conform.

You're the shade when I need some rest,
Thank you, really—you try your best.
But bitter hearts don’t age like wine,
They crack in silence, every time.


You see… hate’s a mirror with cracks so deep,
You scream at me, but it’s you you keep.
A soul that itches every time I rise—
Why’s my name always behind your eyes?


Mirror talk, mirror talk, can’t unsee,
All that rage? Ain’t about me.
Sip your spite, I’ll toast to fame,
Your obsession’s just my flame.

You don’t love me, but I’m your muse,
You refresh me like breaking news.
You click, I climb, you burn, I beam—
Tell me again, who lives your dream?


You don’t hate me...
You hate that I make you feel.
Now that’s real.

Mirror Talk / Lyrics (description)

Project CCC: Caffeine’s Cognitive Corruption (Unreleased Chaos)

Core Vault

Codex of Algorithm

A chaoscore manifesto weaponizing sub-bass tectonic plates against streaming decay. Transient-rich kicks battle glitchstep corruption while vocals oscillate between surgical clarity and digital decomposition. Let the Rain come, the Vault is safe.

Static Vault

I say F!
I say U!
I say C!
I say K!

I say - Y-O-U!

Ethernal love for Soundcloud and Algorithms Blues

I found this in the book 'The Ballard Book of John Jacob Niles.' My arrangement has a snare drum, bass drum, a flute, a violin, a banjo, two bassoons and a cello. It's a pretty kool mocking tune. The song is 12 verses long. Enjoy!

The Devil's Questions

Featuring Maxx Venom with Zippy McRiff and Crunch Murdock, "Hashtag Hell" is an explosive metalcore folk-metal hybrid that unleashes lyrical fire at the digital age's descent into outrage addiction and echo chambers. It blends nu-metal sarcasm with melodic folk-metal undercurrents. It's a caustic anthem for a world lost in screens and hashtags, where real connection is buried beneath viral trends.

From whispered warnings and mocking verses to aggressive breakdowns and a final cathartic chorus, “Hashtag Hell” captures the raw rage and irony of online tribalism. It doesn’t whisper truth, it screams it, then shreds it.

LYRICS
Let's tear down history, feelings got bruised...
Burn the books, they’re old and confused.
The truth is harsh, so let’s just pretend...
Play victim long enough, and it might just trend.
Feel free to speak, so long as we agree...
Diversity of thought? Nah, that's....BIGOTRY!

Unleash the chaos, early in the morning...but you don't see the sun
The first thing you do: scroll your feed before day has begun
You stare at the screen, and the world feels a blur
Crying in your coffee, just begging for a cure
You traded real life for a pixelated friend
Swipe right, swipe left, in your illusions you pretend

Welcome to Hashtag Hell, where the lonely all dwell
Trading real life for a scroll, it's our personal cell
Laughing at chaos as we scroll and share
Addicted to outrage, but we just don't care

Nobody’s above you; you’re the king in your head
Cry foul if the world doesn't lay out your bread
Participation trophies stacked up on your shelf
Rant at the headlines, then retreat into yourself
Feeding on outrage, you posture and complain
Ignoring the pain of the world, your voice rings in vain

Welcome to Hashtag Hell, where the lonely all dwell
Trading real life for a scroll, it's our personal cell
Laughing at chaos as we scroll and share
Addicted to outrage, but we just don't care

Time to wake up, end this digital spell
Rip out the plug, burn down your metal cell
Turn off the static; let's face what is real
Reconnect our souls, it's time to heal

Welcome to Hashtag Hell, where the lonely all dwell
Trading real life for a scroll, it's our personal cell
Laughing at chaos as we scroll and share
Addicted to outrage, but we just don't care

So raise your last glass, join the final farewell
We’ll meet up again in sweet, sweet Hashtag Hell

Hashtag Hell

The Slut Tax is not just a track — it’s a filthy, unapologetic Phonk House / Bubblepop anthem 💋💵💅👠 built for the underground rave floor and neon-lit bedrooms. Running at 125 BPM, the sound is heavy and addictive: distorted 808s, pounding phonk kicks, bubblepop synths, metallic percussion, and vinyl crackle textures. The bass dominates every second, while the vocals slice through like a whip 💄🖤.

Female-led from start to finish 👑💃, the delivery is slutty, mocking, and empowered — short, sharp, and relentless, with laughs between lines that turn lust into performance art. Every hook is a command (“Pay me bitch, that’s the slut tax” 💋), every verse a taunt 💅, and every breakdown a chant of pure sexual power 🔥. This track flips shame into pride, and desire into a commodity — celebrating sex work, control, and the raw currency of lust 🎭🔗.

This is music for the bold: OnlyFans queens 👑, underground club rats 💃, fetish freaks 🔗, broke boys begging 💳💸, and anyone who knows that power can come from a laugh, a moan, or a perfectly timed tease. The Slut Tax makes cash, lust, and domination collide into one dirty, bass-heavy anthem that hits as hard in headphones as it does on the dancefloor 👠💎✨🔥.

The Slut Tax

Lever

Presence

I Was The Man

Don't Go Home

Baby Drankee (Mad)

Final Chapter

Bass. Music. Void.

Streams decay, but vaults endure.

I wrote all the lyrics and concept, Suno helped bring it to life
I don’t have instruments — just passion, words, and vision.
 my soul, my stories, real emotions

The static stampede of e!eph@nt noi$e!
Chaos and melodic noise from the digital jungle -- Independent and un-filtered! 
The whole elephant, with a blast!

🔥⚡ Concrete bass 🧱🔊 Endless night 🌃🌑

I’m not here to fit into genres — I’m here to break them. From 🪩 bass house sweat pits to 🌀 psytrance spirals, from 💀 Russian Hardbass war cries to 🌃 cyberpunk drift phonk nights, my sound is chaos in motion.

808s distorted till they bleed 🔊, donk bass stomping through concrete 🥾, neon synths burning like chrome fire ⚙️🔥, and vocals cut short, filthy, and raw 💋. Every track is built like a weapon — something you feel in your chest before your ears.

This isn’t just music for playlists. It’s music for everywhere the bass can shake the walls: 🏚️ abandoned warehouses, 🚧 back-alley raves, 🌌 night drives under neon skies, 🎧 headphones at 4AM when the world feels too heavy. It’s for freaks, queens 👑, rebels, dreamers, loners, lovers, and anyone who refuses to sit quiet. It’s not about fitting in — it’s about feeling alive. Every drop is rebellion, every synth a spark, every kick a heartbeat.

Vodka shots and bass drops 🍸💣, sweat and freedom, chaos and connection — if you feel it, you’re already part of it. And if you’re here, you already know: the walls won’t hold, the night won’t end, and the system won’t win.

Love to read, write, travel, help and empower people, and to rejoice in family, friendship and the many splendours that Life has to offer.

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