Verse: (Big Tin)
Put me on the test
You’ll see my mind only filled with facts
Pops be saying Imma mess
Momma barely sleeps from tax
Loosing up myself
Not equal to my friends
Never cannot stress enough
How I feel about my future or my past
But, why should I care?
Always chasing bags 
With the desire to give back
Win By Dreaming, not relaxed
I was down, you didn't help
Feeling lost in my despair
Cutting hands
Gave a chance to my inner self
Many records on my belt
And my brother won as well
Cannot stop cuz I know well
We gonn’ last
More than the rest
Sour necks
Cords red
Strapped
Full of gas
Foreign grass
Swerve in a hatchback through your lands
Call me Flash
Never rest
Aiming for the Crest
God’s My Vouch
I’m gonna crouch everything except the pouch
You with us or not?
Let me know wassup
Cuz the time is ticking fast
All in for this tape
No debate
Imma blow up or die before I get to met my faith

Verse 2: (Yung Boi Mich)
Scars on my chest, all because I’m feeling stressed 
Depression killin me, is life really a test?
Demons please, just let me rest
Feelings that I can’t express
Cut my veins, hang myself or die with a glow
Numb more or less, let’s start this show
Always said that I need a saviour 
Slow it down my mind is on a paper
Big bang part 3 (lay up!)
My gass weird looking kinda neon
Telescope on my gun call me Galileo
Me and my bro on this track like Ying Yang
Opposite but still bring the best out of each other
All my brothers wouldn’t swap them for no other
And shoutout to my mother would die for her
We didn’t have a thing
Pops was killing his back on the construction (SHIT!)
Got way to much love for both of them
Went to way too many funerals at a young age
PTSD got me shaking and crying please help me
L$D and 15 xans gonna take the pain away
OD on the floor shaking don’t try and save me
R.I.P. to Pop Smoke am I fucking next?
Am I fucking next?
(Tell me!) 
Am I fucking next?

Big Bang, Pt. 3

Apple Music

Big Bang, Pt. 3 (prod. SiM)

This song is about doing anything for a lost love to get it back. From time to time you realize what you've lost and  mostly when it's too late. I keep seeing it around me and they cry when it's too late. At times like these, people should take care of those we love most. I am lucky to have a wonderful wife with a lot of understanding and patience. I love my wife every day. And I would run 10,000 miles and more for her to hold my love tight

Martin Hirsch

10.000 Miles

After a short serious of illness or lovely frind "Spock" was gone on monday. In the past we have always taken in old cats from the animal shelter to give them a good last time. At some point we couldn't go on and wanted a cat that would survive longer.

But this time it hurts especially. two years after we brought our beloved "Rollo" to a special clinic on monday, the same vet had to bring us the sad news again on monday. I hate to give my cat away on Monday and she never comes back.

I will never go to a vet on monday again.

R.I.P. Spock, Mon, April 12th 2021

Sorry Bob Geldof! I know your song is a special one and has a different meaning. But i've tried to use it for my emotions.

Oli Boli - Spock Theme

Spock Theme - The Reason (i don't like mondays)

it's so difficult not to go into the Tom Waits mode with this song,
But it happens automatically. To somehow make my own version of 
this song i decided to move away from the beautiful piano melody
and tried to play it on guitar.

Oli Boli - Tom Trauberts Blues

Tom Traubert's Blues  - Tom Waits Cover

It’s all on me, It’s all on me.

Simple Things

Reggae instrumental.
https://soundcloud.com/radder-productions
https://soundcloud.com/radder-productions-mainpage
https://soundcloud.com/s-t-o-r-m-i-s-s-i-o-n

Reggae Nights (Storm Mix)

A song from our band Nebulae of Dawn! https://soundcloud.com/user-83652633/tracks
Music, mixing : Agapite https://soundcloud.com/agapite/tracks
Lyrics, vocals, mixing, mastering, illustration : Lukowig https://www.facebook.com/Lukowig/ https://twitter.com/Lukowig

Dans mes yeux s'étend le néant
dors mais mieux si tu t'en ressens 
en des lieux vides fainéants
dors un peu relâche tes sens
Dans mes bras sous les arcades
embrasse mes lèvres en sang
en moi ta langue placarde
embrase mes lèvres : encens

Cesse tes danses m'accablent
poupée je coupe tes cables
rien de chaud reste de marbre
sur ce slow : danse macabre

Dans mes yeux s'étend le néant
dors mais mieux si tu t'en ressens 
en des lieux vides fainéants
dors un peu relâche tes sens
Je veux seulement pour rire
voir ton sourire squelettique
mon vœu doucement pourrir
sur ta cage thoracique

Cesse tes danses m'accablent
poupée je coupe tes cables
rien de chaud reste de marbre
sur ce slow : danse macabre
Avant qu'on ne se délabre
le vent vrombit dans les arbres
luisent les candélabres
que finisse la danse macabre

Pomyśl

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