Recorded 10/26/25, 5:45pm somewhere in Virginia. #LLD #LLBR

AfterMath (Prod.JamezTheArtist)

Recorded 1/15/23, 6:09pm Somewhere in Indiana. #LLD #LLBR

MelindaSeradino 2 (Prod.Villa)

Recorded 10/21/25, 11:47 somewhere in Virginia. #LongLiveDaMen #showtime. 
I really ain’t spoke to yall fr but I appreciate whoever listening to dis shit man I do it for u.

SomewhereSinning (Prod.Anne)

Recorded 10/17/25, 8:04pm somewhere in Virginia. # LLD #ForeverShowtime

Pavemetheway (Prod.Iledless)

"ForYou" bleeds honesty - a love letter written in distortion and confession. It's part ballad, part breakdown, where melody collides with memory and verses spill like open wounds. Between guitars that ache and bars that barely hold it together, the song reaches for something pure in the middle of pain. "I'll be there when no one is there for you" - isn't just a promise, it's a prayer to the music itself, to the people who listen, to the ones who still feel to much. It's hope sung through cracked teeth - devotion surviving the noise. (Prod.Anne)

FORYOU

"Circus Animals" is roar from the center of the ring - a punk scream against the spotlight, the expectations, the cages built by other people's fear. It's fury dressed in distortion, sweat poured into every chord, a refusal to perform for comfort anymore. Through crashing drums and snarling guitars, it carries the weight of being seen but not understood - the exhaustion, the defiance, the fire of being a Black man in a country that still demands the show but fear the truth. It's chaos with purpose - rage turned rhythm, resistance turned noise, survival turned sound. (Prod.JamezTheArtist)

CIRCUSANIMALS

"Open Up" is surrender disguised as a scream - a raw offering of everything left inside. It's love without armor, truth without apology. The guitars ache and soar, the drums pulse like a heartbeat trying to keep up with devotion. Every lyric cuts open the chest a little wider, daring the world to look inside. It's not about being understood - it's about being real. When the voice says "I won't play with you," it's not defiance, it's devotion sharpened to a blade - the promise of someone who'd rather burn alive in honesty than live half-alive in pretense. (Prod.Anne)

OPENUP

A sprint through the edge of existence - frantic drums, jagged guitars, and a voice that sounds half-alive, half-already-gone. "LNTBDCSF" is the moment when clarity hits in the middle of chaos - when you realize life isn't the curse you thought, it's just running out quicker than you planned. It thrashes, it gasps, it laughs in the face of decay. This is not song about giving up - it's about feeling everything at once: the rush, the panic, the beauty, the burn. Every chord is a collision between hope and nihilism, a reminder that even as death speeds closer, there's still rhythm, still noise, still something worth screming for. (Prod.JamezTheArtist)

LNTBDCSF

"Energy Harvest" drifts through the digital fog - a slow bleed of spirit and signal. It's the sound of being loved until you're empty, of smiling for screens while your pulse fades under the glow. Every note feels like a heartbeat being borrowed, every lyric a quiet confession that you're being consumed. The guitars shimmer like static prayers, the drums hit like notifications in your veins - constant, hollow, endless. Somewhere beneath the noise, a voice drowns beautifully, whispering that maybe this is what the world does now: it feeds on your pain, calls it connection, and leaves you hollow but still glowing. (Prod.Anne)

LNTBDCSF

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