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ive resigned myself to humble farm life....... Just kidding haha its time to damn party....

I Am 1 Year Old Type Beat

the first time we spoke was in dc and now its 6 years later and its 2am and im thinking about it and so i cant sleep

the district sleeps alone tonight

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tell me that im not that special

tell me that; im not that special

my very own name is not my own

1 Month Unlimited Out JAN 2024
Sucking me bone dry
Right by 5 guys
Shes ketchup cause shes my side

He doesnt even know

Dont fuck with me
Straight from Great Kills
Steppin everyday to the station
On the SIR St george express
7 am Ill be there

On the Harbor
Your wasted on the floor
Heroin Needles
All up in your arms

He doesnt even know

Your legs on mine 
2 three waiting line
waiting 9 on the dash past 7 o five

Greatkills (Staten Island Lyfe) (Prod 825049400)

Martin X Mols Motionless

Hi my name is mols and this is my idea id like to show all of you i hope you enjoy it

Topman Sample

i sampled this for the parts that were not the bass and drums just listen to it's way better: https://soundcloud.com/imfrommarslol/da-benz-wip

if the track you posted to user is the most listened track on your EP is it really your best work?

bruh this beat is amazing why am i posting it here (#Awesomeness)

Sir Sprout

alice dj cover, powered by seumeur nostalgy

mieuxttseul cover

Through the train window the city unfolds like a story without chapters. The Yamanote Line, a perfect loop circling Tokyo, runs from dawn until after midnight—an endless rhythm carrying millions of footsteps through Shibuya, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Ueno. Every 59 minutes or so the journey completes itself, only to begin again, clockwise or counter-clockwise, outer circle or inner circle.

Somewhere between Ōsaki and Shinagawa, between the precise intervals of two and four minutes, time begins to dissolve. The city passes by in fragments—neon reflections on glass, the hum of conversations, the quiet presence of strangers who may never meet again. Trains move on the left, just like the cars, as if reminding you that even loops have their own direction.

It is less a commute than a daydream: a meditation on repetition, on lives intersecting for the briefest of moments, on the idea that a circle has no end—only the promise of return.

Yamanote Line

Digital Emptiness

my sc shit turned off cuz it made me feel like not posting

bruh this beat is amazing why am i posting it here (#Awesomeness)

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