PsylO

P of PsylO

still hella rough but ill clean it up as I can, ive still got strep throat so I can really only do a couple lines of vocals a day :(

Chill

O of PsylO

My friend was on a road trip and I was chillin on the phone with him so we came up with this concept. I'm still in the process of finishing it. Update I'm on Day 3, still just messing with different concepts. I'm really enjoying this one!

Impulsive?

Just a beginning so it's super bad but it'll get better!! Let me know if you have any thoughts 👀

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GRGAS presents an uplifting and highly energizing, paced selection on the 35'th EP of PEAKCAST.

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GRGAS - PEAKCAST #35

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This one came from imagining Dracula in the 21st century — too lazy to hunt, too hooked on apps, screaming at notifications instead of villagers. It’s hunger, boredom, and absurdity all wrapped in one unholy late-night craving.

The lyrics dive into a vampire who’s banned from every delivery service but can’t let go of the addiction. It’s satire, it’s horror, it’s comedy — a mirror of our own tech-dependency but painted in blood and glitch.

This track lives where parody meets darkness. It’s gothic fast food, cursed with five-star reviews.

Lyrics

Castle’s cold, can’t cook, too lazy to bite
Scrollin’ through the app in the middle of night
Special notes: no garlic, no light
Ring bell once—don’t make me come out
Last guy did, never left the route
Tip in blood bags, five stars outta spite
Driver disappeared—yeah, that’s my right

I’m starving!
Banned from the app, they shut me down
But hunger’s louder than the town

Dracula’s DoorDash addiction
Meals on wheels, my nightly affliction
Knock-knock—driver’s gone missing
One-star review with a coffin inscription

Postmates blocked me, Uber Eats too
Grubhub said, “We’re not serving you”
So I start my own—dark enterprise
PostMates of Darkness—nobody survives
Soup in a chalice, fries in a tomb
Pizza? Straight coffin. Gets delivered by whom?
My Yelp reviews? Five stars—to die for
Best wings I ever had, never made it to my door

Apps won’t save my appetite
So I’ll run my own tonight

Dracula’s DoorDash addiction
Midnight snack, eternal conviction
Contactless means you don’t exist
I bite to eat, and you won’t be missed

Doorbell rings with a hollow tone
Leave it at the crypt, I’ll eat alone
Meals on wheels, the coffin calls
Blood on the receipt, garlic walls
Corporate banned me? Fine—I’ll IPO
I’m the vampire CEO of Uber Throat™!

Dracula’s DoorDash addiction
Late-night craving, cursed nutrition
App won’t work, but the hunger stays
So I built my own—Blood Hub™ craze

Your delivery has been canceled
…but the driver was delicious

Dracula’s DoorDash Addiction

[Intro]
Yo, street calling... but the signal's weak.
Got a message for the ends, let the truth speak.
Uh huh.

[Verse 1]
Listen close, this city's got a rhythm, but it's out of tune,
Stuck in a flat, wish I could see the full moon.
Still renting flats, dreaming of a deed, yeah, that's the plight,
These property prices keep me up all night.
Zero-hour hustles, no security in sight,
Wages stuck low, ain't nobody living right.
Our folks bought homes for peanuts, times are truly flipped,
This whole economy, man, it feels totally ripped.

[Chorus]
Yeah, this London hustle, it's a wicked joke,
Tryna stay afloat, man, I'm constantly broke.
Another month, another bill, another scheme,
Living out here, feels like a bad dream.
Yeah, a real bad dream.

[Verse 2]
Then the phone buzzes, curated lives on display,
Make silly clips while my actual life just flies away.
Scrolling through feeds, watching all the perfect lies,
My bank balance screaming, dollar signs in their eyes.
Student loans looming, credit cards piled high,
Mental health bending, beneath this grey London sky.
Don't ever pause, just spend and just spend,
This endless buying, it will never truly end.

[Chorus]
Yeah, this London hustle, it's a wicked joke,
Tryna stay afloat, man, I'm constantly broke.
Another month, another bill, another scheme,
Living out here, feels like a bad dream.
Yeah, feels like a bad dream.

[Bridge]
They talk about progress, but for who, I gotta ask?
The news on repeat, tryin' to blame my peers, behind a mask.
Gentrifying districts, where the old souls used to roam,
Just numbers on screens, hearts turning real cold from home.
Where's genuine care? It's packaged and sold for views,
Click here, sign up, they just want to confuse.
Start broke, stay broke, that's their whole big game,
No bright tomorrow, just the same old pain.

[Chorus]
Yeah, this London hustle, it's a wicked joke,
Tryna stay afloat, man, I'm constantly broke.
Another month, another bill, another scheme,
Living out here, feels like a bad dream.
Yeah, feels like a bad dream.

[Outro]
London... still calling... but the line's cut.
Guess we just gotta keep on keeping our mouths shut.
Or maybe not...

Bad Dream

Look I only started in January of 2022, . I went to LAFS and studied until their classes started being too slow and random so now I independently study music. My music is mainly derived from Eminem, Hopsin, NF, Logic,  $uicide boy$, Tech N9NE and Token.

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