produced by nvr,frvr.
mixed by @naomisgrave & @jades714

Lyrics:

I've been stressed out for a minute, I need a breather now.
On the floor fucking bleeding out, wait.
like fuck that I'm leaving now
Stack my money to the ceiling now
My momma told me I should go get it
Unless I got a lil broke fetish
Don't care, I don't know better
Got bloodstains on my new sweater

Yeah, I don't care what they want from me
Got me a laptop not a damn degree
It don't mean a fucking damn to me
I get it if you're not a fan of me
I might fucking sell my soul away
for like 10 bands and a place
Tell em im sorry, had to make em wait
I had to a take a mf break
Running on like no damn rest
Give me a second to catch my breath
and I fuck up when I try my best
Put a hole straight through my chest
Say what they want
Let them stare when I walk
Let them listen when I talk
Have em wishing I would fall

I've been stressed out for a minute, I need a breather now.
On the floor fucking bleeding out, wait.
like fuck that I'm leaving now
Stack my money to the ceiling now
My momma told me I should go get it
Unless I got a lil broke fetish
Don't care, I don't know better
Got bloodstains on my new sweater

broke fetish

changing places, with different faces

you think you're better off alone?
lets see u make it.

stand there, losing breath
I know that I'm a mess

I'm surprised you'd even check.
last time you left me for dead.

bet you feel better now, that its over
cut me right off, there's no need for closure
no need to worry, I'll keep composure
I know you're watching over.

*jades spotlight*

love how you stop and stare
when there's nobody there

how can you just be so honest
you could of had what you wanted

but you don't even care
its all in what you wear

hope we make it way past august
cant take one more broken promise.

over (feat. jades) (michaelwarren)

entity x naomi's grave - careless as fuck #bloodtwins

bones. w/ jelex (f. jades)

noise. - otuka/jades

produced by thom 

I’m sick but thanks for 5K 



lyrics:

and I’m not stuckk like when I started
got away from that apartment
used my pain to line my pockets
now they’re gone and no one’s watching me

just wanna know if you’re proud of me
but I know I’ll never get that
just wanna hear that you’re proud of me

you know I will always try my best
I’m doing more when I feel like less
there’s so much that I wish I said
but you’re not here now

I still don’t like to cry now
don’t like to cry now

and I’m not stuckk like when I started
got away from that apartment
used my pain to line my pockets
now they’re gone and no one’s watching me

just wanna know if you’re proud of me

are you proud of me?

last 2 minutes of anything & everything installment of the year. thanks for the big 10K followers on here, this platform is where i started, and i plan to continue doing these little one off uploads for my fellow soundcloud users. love u always and keep holding on cuz we're almost there

1. polished
2. dilemma
3. journal (worm)
4. chrome
5. trunk
6. euphoria (this should've been on one of these a long time ago)
7. probably a jo song
8. parasite (a worm outtake)

hold on, we're almost there.

reupload. someone took it upon themselves to upload "eyelids" to all platforms as their own song and in turn, my upload of my own original song was copyright striked and taken down automatically. this is the same song just slightly pitched down. if it stays up without issue, enjoy.

produced by never forever


lyrics:

i know that i'm clouded
hope the sun shines someday upon me
I’ll open my eyelids
and see what I was missing 
cause my mind was so weak
crack open a smile for all the times I couldn’t speak
my mind

it don’t even matter, never lost faith in it
now I make a little pape with it
fuck around make a name with it
this a cold brew with some pain in it
now the boy got some age in em
same book but the page different
set a bookmark but it kept flipping on me
I’m running outta time

eyelids (reupload)

fools day. warm up
all plats now

produced by narxi 

lyrics:

the devils in my room tonight
hoping that I take the bite
pray my wrongs could all be right
that all my work would just suffice
extinguish hope and all the lights
the tables set for you and I 
I care bout your joy more than mine
if I walk out, am I justified?  

tell me when it all blows over
this rooms filled with paranoia
I admit I shoulda told ya
that I’m not ur strongest solider

and I never been, I know
I’m just frail flesh and bone
I hate the way you’ve changed ur tone

the devils in the room tonight 
the devils in the room tonight

you’re getting the best of me
I’ll take all the time I need
go and keep yourself alive for me
live your life then die for me

the devils in my room tonight
hoping that I take the bite
pray my wrongs could all be right
that all my work would just suffice
extinguish hope and all the lights
the tables set for you and I 
I care bout your joy more than mine
if I walk out, am I justified?  

am I justified?
cuz the devils in the room tonight
hoping that I take the bite
oh
cuz the devils in the room tonight
the tables set for you and I

suffice

[Intro]
I gave trust to the wrong one, now I see it straight,
Screenshottin’ lies, switching sides, always switching fate.
Thought she was loyal, thought she was mine,
Turns out she was online, spreading legs and lines.
Now I’m standing tall, no guilt on my soul,
’Cause damn… that bitch was an internet hoe.

[Verse 1]
I caught her in the shadows, in the pixels of the night,
Actin’ like a saint, but living dirty outta sight.
Two-faced smile with a venom in her tone,
Posting thirst traps while I was building us a home.
Told me she was loyal, told me I was her one,
But she was sending pics to dudes by the ton.
She played both sides like a snake in the grass,
Wanted my love while she offered them ass.
I held her down while she stabbed from behind,
Pretending she was wholesome, bitch, stop lying.
Now I’m wiping off the dirt, cleaning off my throne,
No fake-ass queen gets to sit where I’ve grown.

[Chorus]
Damn, bitch was an internet hoe,
Playing all sweet but her secrets overflow.
Talking like an angel, acting like a curse,
Pretty on the surface, rotten at the core, worse.
Damn, bitch was an internet hoe,
Two-faced lies in a digital glow.
Now I rise up, watch me steal the show,
A king don’t cry over no internet hoe.

[Verse 2]
She thought I wouldn’t notice all the games she played,
But truth cuts deep like a razor blade.
While I was grinding hard, building dreams in the day,
She was busy in the DMs giving herself away.
She said she loved me, what a fucking joke,
While she filmed herself half-naked for a bunch of broke.
Begging for attention from the whole damn net,
But losing the only real one she ever could get.
Now I’m cold to the touch, fire in my chest,
Turning heartbreak into power, turning pain into success.
She'll scroll through my wins, wishing she had stayed,
But a hoe with no loyalty don’t get upgrades.

[Chorus]
Damn, bitch was an internet hoe,
Playing all sweet but her secrets overflow.
Talking like an angel, acting like a curse,
Pretty on the surface, rotten at the core, worse.
Damn, bitch was an internet hoe,
Two-faced lies in a digital glow.
Now I rise up, watch me steal the show,
A king don’t cry over no internet hoe.

[Bridge]
I broke free from the chains, stepped out the illusion,
No more lies, no more digital confusion.
She lost a king, that’s her lifelong regret,
But I gained myself,  that’s the best win yet.

[Outro]
Now I walk with purpose, strength in every step,
She fades into the shadows like a dirty little secret kept.
A new life, new throne, new fire I show,
And all ’cause I learned… she was an internet hoe.

Damn Bitch Was an Internet Hoe

Internal Thoughts is a comeback from the grave — a resurrection project pulling every influence you’ve been sharpening in silence. This mix album blends your entire spectrum: darkwave confessionals, neon-lit synth builds, emotional ballads, experimental rap fusions, gritty electronic drops, cinematic tension, post-hardcore energy, and intimate late-night slow-burners.

Every track feels like a thought you buried and then dragged back into the light — twisted, refined, and louder than before. It’s a collection built on contrast: soft vs. violent, sensual vs. broken, nostalgic vs. futuristic.

noise. - otuka/jades

cow