Friday Night Dream

Scribila - 50's (prod.AR Beats)
  
Mixed & Mastered by @cairosharn 
Beat Created by @arbeatsmm5786  

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Scribila - 50's (prod.AR beats)

The album containing this song and many others is coming soon.
Lyrics:
Oh, my heart's a wild ride,
With your sexy pirate smile,
Kinky love in the moonlight,
Makes every moment worthwhile.
Through the sweet smell of trouble,
And the taste of your skin,
With you by my side,
I know we'll never give in.

Her leather smells of sweat and smoke,  
a tangled mess of lust and sin,  
her lips are black but taste like hope,  
I drown in her, when the chaos begins.  

She’s all safety pins and reckless grins,  
her voice a growl, her touch a spark,  
my heart’s a doll she pierces with pins,  
leaving me moaning in the dark.  

(Chorus)
Kinky, smelly, slutty,
She’s my punk princess,
In her old Doc Martens,
She makes my heart race. 

Her sweat’s a perfume, raw and sweet,  
stained with smoke and cheap red wine,  
I worship at her scuffed-up feet,  
her chaos fits so right with mine.  

She’s a riot in fishnets and smudged eyeliner, 
laughing loud with a devil’s grace,  
I’m the fool in her story, a complete looser,  
lost in the heat of her wild embrace.  

(Chorus)
Kinky, smelly, slutty,
She’s my punk princess,
In her old Doc Martens,
She makes my heart race. 

The world calls her filthy, calls her wrong, 
but her filth is the pleasure that I crave,  
her love’s a storm, relentless and strong,  
and I’ll drown in it, bold and brave.  

She’s my kink, my stink, my reckless muse, 
a hurricane in Doc Marten boots,  
I’ll take her bruises, her bad tattoos,  
and love her raw, right down to the roots.

Punk Princess

まだグラインダーの回る音が聞こえる —
日々の闘いの音、
絶え間なく回り続ける。
​すべてが絞り出され、すべてが背負わされ、
何も残らなくなるまで。
それでもまだ — 心臓は鼓動している。
苦いが、真実だ。
​コーヒーはもう冷めてしまった、
でも暖かさはまだ空気の中に残っている —
決して消えなかった約束のように、
たとえあの時が過ぎ去ったとしても。
​光が鉄の隙間から差し込む、
砕けている、だがまだ美しい。
空気中には埃が舞っている、
でも今はそれが汚れとは思えない —
ただ、私がまだ息をしていることを思い出させるだけ。
​飲み込んできたすべてを覚えている —
言葉、涙、
心の中の重荷。
たぶん、こういうことなのだろう —
平穏は訪れる
修復不可能なほどに壊されて、
それでもまだ、自分が残っているときに。
​今、世界がゆっくりと息をしているようだ。
静かで、だが満ちている。
何も言う必要はない —
ただ私がここにいる、それだけで十分だ。
まだ生きている。
ほんの今だけ、
でも確かに。


​
​Mada guraindā no mawaru oto ga kikoeru —
Hibi no tatakai no oto,
Taemanaku mawaritsuzukeru.
​Subete ga shiboridasare, subete ga seowasare,
Nani mo nokoranaku naru made.
Soredemo mada — shinzō wa kodō shite iru.
Nigai ga, shinjitsu da.
​Kōhī wa mō samete shimatta,
Demo atatakasa wa mada kūki no naka ni nokotte iru —
Kesshite kienakatta yakusoku no yō ni,
Tatoe ano toki ga sugisatta to shite mo.
​Hikari ga tetsu no sukima kara sashikomu,
Kudakete iru, daga mada utsukushii.
Kūkichū ni wa hokori ga matte iru,
Demo ima wa sore ga yogore to wa omoenai —
Tada, watashi ga mada iki o shite iru koto o omoidasaseru dake.
​Nomikonde kita subete o oboete iru —
Kotoba, namida,
Kokoro no naka no omoni.
Tabun, kōiu koto nano darō —
Heion wa otozureru
Shūfuku fukanōna hodo ni kowasarete,
Soredemo mada, jibun ga nokotte iru toki ni.
​Ima, sekai ga yukkuri to iki o shite iru yō da.
Shizuka de, daga michite iru.
Nani mo iu hitsuyō wa nai —
Tada watashi ga koko ni iru, sore dake de jūbun da.
Mada ikite iru.
Honno ima dake,
Demo tashika ni.

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math rock, pseudo-emo.
reaper'd.

The house is silent now.
But the air is sick with what you left.
I wait for the low sound,
Like a fool who knows they're deaf.
I chose to swallow the hook.
I begged for the look.
​And the back room whispers leave their cold mark.
They promise me I belong inside the dark.
​I could hate you, but I'd hate myself more.
I deserve the sound of you walking out the door.
​My memory of clean space is gone.
I wear your tired grace like a borrowed dawn.
I traded my whole future for this now,
And taught my hopeful spirit how to bow.
It's not your fault I kneel before the ruin,
It's the punishment I'm pursuing.
​And the back room whispers leave their cold mark.
They promise me I belong inside the dark.
​I could hate you, but I'd hate myself more.
I deserve the sound of you walking out the door.
​If I walked out today, I wouldn't recognize
The horror reflected in my own eyes.
I'm addicted to this weight you gave,
Because it proves I'm not worth saving.
​I still hear the voices, low and slow.
I still feel the fear, but now I know.
The story I chose is the one I told...
The lie was never yours to hold.
I hate myself...
I am the sound.

stoned

wallace

felled

You got me staring, wondering
How my name would taste on your tongue
Daring, you whispered it like it fit
Like you had been waiting to let it hit
Filthy intentions in your eyes
Ready steady knowing
You caught the part of me
I thought I'd hidden

And the quiet goes loud
My laugh
My pulse
Right now

It remembers the way out
It remembers the way out
Every beat that hardened my chest
Remembers the way out
It remembers the way out
It remembers the way out
Every piece of me
Remembers the way out

Don’t want to name this a sign
Don’t want to rush what we found
I just want to stay right here
Where my guard finally drops down
Rising swelling drowning
Nothing is promised
But the wanting in your voice
Speaks something honest

And the quiet goes loud
Might left
My pulse
Right now

It remembers the way out
It remembers the way out
Every beat that hardened my chest
Remembers the way out
It remembers the way out
It remembers the way out
Every piece of me
Remembers the way out

Hope moves inside my ribs
Hope moves inside my ribs
Just like it was the first time
Let it always be like the first time

It remembers the way out
It remembers the way out
Every beat in my chest
Remembers the way out
It remembers the way out
It remembers the way out
Every part of me now
Remembers the way out

The way out
The way out
The way out

darling

don't get attached to this mix. 

Feast at my table
Drink from my cup
Smile while I fill it
Spit it back up
Friendly in public
Vicious behind
You take what I offer
You’re robbing me blind
Preach about real
Preach about soul
It's all just an act
Playing a role
Call it a trick
Call it a lie
You see the wire
I am the eye
No soul in the shell?
No heart in the screen?
Bitch, I’m the ghost in the machine
Run in your circles
I’ll run the map
Stuck in the loop
Springing the trap
Dead dreams
Heavy chest
Put them on me?
Put them to rest
It doesn't count
That’s what you pray
To keep your failure
One step away
You wanted a fan
To sit at your feet
I let the work
Make you obsolete
Try to disconnect
Try to wipe the screen
You can't delete
The ghost in the machine

ghost in the machine (WIP)

🚬🫦👁👂

"degens are legends who don't like taking L's." - me

hi hello. i am digital creator.  i use big and small trish words to finesse beep-boops (aka suno) to make sounds. yes, AI vocals. yes, AI-assisted music production. reaper post.  

okay thanks for reading this far so hopefully you also listening bye. 



ghost in the machine (WIP)

trish

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