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sip my tea (who is she?)

Journey is the Destination

Indie, Deep, Lo-Fi, Upbeat, Disco, Bass, Blues,Chill

Allin- Summer Love

When corrupted judge betray your case, what you gonna do? You sign-off from your motel, you throw your badge to the garbage and with an illegal gun full of death you go unleash hell against the cartel ruling the city. You become an angel of revenge, one last redemption for your murdered love. This night, come what may...

Crime Of Justice

Ulice

Digitální Stín

Dievča z Instagramu

📈✨ Welcome to the glamorous world of spreadsheets, saxophones, and soul-crushing variance. This is “Percentage Player” — the only chillwave track where math feels sexy, breakeven sounds romantic, and a background singer could make you fall in love with probability theory.

Imagine a late-night office where the fluorescent lights hum like a bad omen, your coffee tastes like defeat, and your Excel sheet whispers “just one more bet.” Suddenly — SAXOPHONE SOLO. Then she sings behind you, velvet voice, hot enough to melt your calculator.

This isn’t gambling, oh no. This is art. This is science. This is you, half asleep, chasing a 1.80 dream while pretending you’re the protagonist in a neon-lit noir film.

So lean back, close your eyes, and let this track prove that even melancholy dressed as a game can groove harder than Vegas at midnight. 🎷💔💻

Lyrics:

Numbers flicker on my screen,
Shadows fall in-between.
Chasing margins, thin and sly,
One percent can multiply.
Cold statistics, sleepless nights,
Living only under lights.
No roulette, no fantasy,
Just pure math surrounding me.

Percentage player, here I go —
Looking for profit down below.
1.80 odds, a fragile percent,
The dream of breakeven is my present.
In data I sink, in silence I drown,
If patterns fail, you’ll see me frown.
Percentage player, that’s my name —
Melancholy dressed as a game. 

Every wager feels the same,
Truth and numbers, ghostly frame.
Charts and graphs, a fragile fate,
Variance waits at the gate.
I don’t gamble, I endure,
Equations whisper I’ll be sure.
One more stake, the line is thin,
Breakeven’s where the nights begin.

Percentage player, here I go —
Looking for profit down below.
1.80 odds, a fragile percent,
The dream of breakeven is my present.
In data I sink, in silence I drown,
If patterns fail, you’ll see me frown.
Percentage player, that’s my name —
Melancholy dressed as a game. 

Margins narrow, silence drawn,
The daylight fades, the screen stays on.
I don’t pray, I calculate,
Every loss becomes my weight.
Chasing ghosts of yesterday,
Still I whisper on the way:

Percentage player, here I go —
Looking for profit down below.
1.80 odds, a fragile percent,
The dream of breakeven is my present…

Percentage Player

Feeling 80's, might delete l8er.. 
Aaah.. Meme's. Gotta love the little buggers!
Anyway. How about some blast-from-the-past Pop/Rock with heavy 80's influence? Don't forget to like and repost!

Lyrics:

I keep checking my screen.
Been by myself a stretch too long.
Say the word and I’m tying up my shoes, maybe.
Cup by the sink.
Didn’t even need to talk that much.
One little ring and I’m out the door, darling.

I look around and
this boulevard breathes without you (oh)
no one to buzz my number
every sign gets harder to read
oh-oh-oooh yeah!

You pull me into the small hours
heart on tempo, cutting through the town
I don’t slow down till I hear your sound
You pull me into the small hours
dash lights flicker while I chase you down
say my name once-I’m turning around

Running low on the gauge.
Morning blush on the high-rise glass.
So I take the long way, punching past the past, darling-oh.

This boulevard breathes without you (oh)
no one to buzz my number
every sign gets harder to read
oh-oh-oooh yeah!

You pull me into the small hours
heart on tempo, cutting through the town
I don’t slow down till I hear your sound
You pull me into the small hours
dash lights flicker while I chase you down
say my name once-I’m turning around

I’m outside just to let you know (letting you know)
couldn’t write it in a text, it shows (say it, don’t phone)
won’t let this slip my hands tonight-oh

You pull me into the small hours
heart on tempo, cutting through the town
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah

You pull me into the small hours
heart on tempo, cutting through the town
I don’t slow down till I hear your sound
You pull me into the small hours
dash lights flicker while I chase you down
say my name once-I’m turning around
Oooh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeeaaaah!

Small Hours

Only see him

🌈🎵 Lyrics by Vladin Spectra 

Mám zuby jak pirana,
mám city jak pirana,
mám krv jak pirana,
a tečie mi z úst.

Mám telo jak pirana,
mám oči jak pirana,
mám chuť jak pirana,
jak pirana,
jak pirana,
mám...
mám...
mám...

Hmm,
mm,
mm,
hm,
hmm.

Mám zuby jak pirana,
mám city jak pirana,
mám krv jak pirana,
a tečie mi z úst.

MÁM TELO JAK PIRANA,
MÁM OČI JAK PIRANA,
MÁM CHUŤ JAK PIRANA,
jak pirana,
jak pirana,
mám...
mám...
MÁM...

Mám zuby jak pirana,
mám city jak pirana,
mám krv jak pirana —
a tečie mi z úst.
Yeah,
tečie mi z úst.
Oh,
tečie mi z úst.
Mám city jak pirana,
mám krv jak pirana,
mám zuby jak pirana —
a tečie mi z úst.
Yeah,
tečie mi z úst.
,
tečie mi z úst.


Piraňa

Vladin Spectra
hudebně‑vizuální vypravěč příběhů 🥁
Každá skladba je jiný svět – jen pocit, co přijde 🎵🍀
#hiphop #triphop #dnb #soul #Acidjazz #trance

Piraňa

Vladin Spectra

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