Original Track - GRACE (leak) by Bladee & Ecco2k
Remix - fledguccibaobao

Bladee & Ecco2k - My Fall From Grace

I wonder-I wonder what it's like to be a clone
Doin' nothin, nothin' on my own
Alone in your misery, you're bitin on my new style
Filed as a counterfeit, going down in history as nothin but a copy cat
So if your fakin that you're phat you need a ballbat
Right where your head is at
All your desperation causes separation
Now I grab the mic to intimidate
Your weakness screams from the limp on your siren
Phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick
Pain for the fakers fame can't maintain
Because you're sick of yourself
Well I'm sick of you too

DRED FURST IS IN DA HOUZ YO-DRED FURST IS IN DA HOUZ YO
I KEEP ON ROLLIN' ROLLIN' GROWLIN' CASTIN' SPELLZ YO

I don't even know what I should say
'Cause I'm an idiot a loser, microphone abuser
I analyze every second I exist
Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist
Ma generation is so fucked up I want to break stuff when I take a look around, faith died a while ago you are a bunch of counterfeit
that WITCH shit puttin' bounce in da mosh pit
It's a fucked up world
A fucked up place
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams
Fucked up life
A fucked up kid
With a fucked up knife
Fucked up aids
From fucked up sex
Fake ass titties
On a fucked up chest
We're all fucked up
So whatcha wanna do?
We fucked up me
And fucked up you

Im not a human
its so easy for your fiends
to give you their blood 
they tell you dont let me go

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE

DATZ RIGHT WITCHEZ D-R-E-D F-U-R-S-T HEXIN! I DID IT ALL 4 DA NOOKIE N' KEEP ON GROWLIN BABY SO COME AND GET IT 

‡ DRED FURST ‡

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opps cantan trap pero no han estao en la trampa
solo vieron codeina mezclarse con una fanta
opps cantan trap pero no han estao en el juego
estoy matando a las serpientes q me comieron los huevos 

100 en la esperanza y 50 en el vertedero
te prometo q no quieres ser mi cebo, se sincero
tatuó en mi frente un agujero, uno nuevo
sonajeros de corderos me avisan si vienen feos 

escarbo dinero, nunca me van a tumbar
no pueden copiar mi pena, no tienen na q contar 
limpiando pecados en el mar
mis ojos se secaron x culpa de no llorar 

quinquis derramando la ruina dentro del barrio
cierro la ventana, siento a las brujas entrando
guardando sus armas y cartas en el armario
escucho los llantos de todos los presidiarios

tu droga no sube o no la noto
necesito medicinas q arreglen todo lo roto
rompí mi columna tirándome hacia las rocas 
dicen q me conocen pero de mi saben poco

si hablamos de diamantes, contando no me equivoco
follando en el bosque con solo la luz de 1foco
tocas a un hermano y te tumbo desde la motoL
disloco tus codos, sonríe para la foto

fajos en el pozo pero no te tengo aquí
sabia q acabaría desde el día en q te vi 
la esperanza me pregunta xk tuviste q huir
la cabaña sigue hablando y no me deja dormir

mi madre dijo q estoy bendito jAJAjajajA
yo sigo sintiendo correr la sangre maldita
buscando salidas, tentado x el delito 
cristo anuncia a gritos q yo soy su favorito 

me están persiguiendo recuerdos q están prescritos
con 2 rocas en mi lengua q borran el apetito 
follando con ellas no me excito, te lo admito
pero tampoco te necesito…

en el sitio q soñabas pero al final nunca vimos
en mis sueños se presentan tus alas como castigos
y la calle está caliente pero mi cuerpo está frio
sumergido en vodka y redbull no escucho tantos rugidos

Escucho Los Llantos De Todos Los Presidiarios (Prod. Hlen)

Never-Ending Story (prod. KADE)

@Cybrwlf666 thank u goat for da cover art

one of my followers just posted themselves shooting up heroine on twitter

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natural bond

Between Stillness and Fire is a cinematic journey through love, loss, and rebirth — told in the language of speed garage and neurofunk. Across twelve chapters, it charts the rise and fracture of two souls bound by fate: from the rush of first connection and the building of a shared life, through conflict, silence, and estrangement, to the fragile rediscovery of meaning and return.

Each track surges like a tide — deep subs, swung percussion, and neuro-infused basslines collide with atmospheric sound design and emotional melodies. Currents blurs the line between club energy and cinematic storytelling: rhythm as emotion, texture as memory, bass as heartbeat.

It’s the sound of love surviving its own destruction — a cycle of collision, dissolution, and renewal carried by movement, momentum, and pulse.

Bladee & Ecco2k - My Fall From Grace

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