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juice wrld all my fault slowed reverb 
cover art by BLABKOUT_ on reddit

~Lyrics~

She told me that it's all my fault
It would've been a right and not another wrong, huh

She told me that's it's all my fault, it would've been perfect all along
It would've been a right and not another wrong
And it would be a happy not a sad song
'Cause it's all my fault, she would've been perfect all alone
I should have took a right but I took a wrong
And now this ain't a happy it's a sad song

She like a mouse in a mouse trap stuck up
She got me rollin' weed now I'm fucked up
You're talking too much so shut the fuck up
You're heated too much, you're high, the sum up
I'll let you cool down
And I brought you 'round momma
But you let me down, yeah you let me drown in drama
You're talking too much so shut the fuck up
You're talking too much so shut the fuck up
You're talking too much so shut the fuck up
You're talking too much so shut the fuck up
I'll let you cool down
And I brought you 'round momma
But you let me down, yeah you let me drown in drama

She told me that's it's all my fault, it would've been perfect all along
It would've been a right and not another wrong
And it would be a happy not a sad song
'Cause it's all my fault, she would've been perfect on her own
I should've took a right but I took a wrong
And now this ain't a happy it's a sad song

She told me that's it's all my fault
It would've been a right and not another wrong
And it would be a happy not a sad song
'Cause it's all my fault
She would've been perfect on her own
And now this ain't a happy it's a sad song

She told me that it's all my fault, it would've been perfect all along
It would've been a right and not another wrong
And it would be a happy not a sad song
'Cause it's all my fault, she would've been perfect all alone
I should have took a right but I took a wrong
And now this ain't a happy it's a sad song

all my fault - juicewrld (slowed+reverb)

JW3 (Sessions)

Adore You (𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 + 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇)

Juice WRLD - Scars / Women Are The Devil (Unreleased)slowed+reverb

Juice WRLD - In My Head (slowed + reverb)
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Juice WRLD - In My Head (slowed + reverb)

satanwave - Iceberg

The storm thinned toward dawn, yet its voice lingered, murmuring in the gutters and bells. Nathaniel Harrow stood at the center of Ludgate, lantern extinguished, pistol forgotten, contract turned to ash in his trembling hands. Across from him, Grathok remained, a fortress given form, visor lowered once more.

They circled one another in silence, though neither moved a step. It was as if the city itself had slowed its breath to watch. Windows stood black, yet faces hid behind them, watching from cracks in shutters, too afraid to speak. Even the river seemed to wait.

Harrow drew in a ragged breath. He thought of the widows, the beggars, the lords who had fallen. He thought of the sigils carved into stone, of the keys that lay heavy upon his desk. He realized then what they had always been: not tokens of victory, but instruments of inheritance. Locks demanding new keepers.

Grathok lifted his gauntlet and traced a single line in the air, invisible yet heavy enough that Harrow felt it score across his skin. Then the visor tilted downward, as though to confer a crown.

The investigator staggered back. His heart hammered. “Is this it?” he whispered.

The visor turned toward him again, closer now. The silence deepened until it split the marrow of his bones. And then, at last, Grathok spoke. His voice was not a voice but the grinding of iron gates, the rumble of stone dragged across stone.

“your turn.”

The words struck harder than any blade. Harrow’s knees buckled. Yet even as he fell, he understood. The curse was not passed by mercy or ritual. It was passed by recognition. Grathok had acknowledged him, and that was enough.

The great knight’s armor dissolved into shadow, folding back into the storm. The sword remained, point-down in the cobbles, humming faintly with thunder. The keys upon Harrow’s desk would never be recovered; they now lay in his chest, heavy and cold.

He rose. The silence no longer pressed upon him. It emanated from him. The storm bent to his breath. A passerby stumbled, eyes wide, as if kneeling before him without knowing why.

Harrow reached for the sword. His fingers closed upon the hilt.

By dawn, there was no Grathok. There was only Nathaniel Harrow, his silhouette taller than any man, his visor an empty gate, his mission unspoken yet understood. The city had chosen.

The curse had found its next keeper.

Juice WRLD - In My Head (slowed + reverb)

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