This one moves quietly — but deep.
It gives voice to the pain that usually stays hidden,
and turns it into something honest, almost tender.

i hope you get the fame you deserve this song was so good keep it up

Them some good ass rap & electronic vibes

In My Room Remix Ft. Kid Scarz

Un amour d'un soir, peut devenir pour toujours/ A one night love can become forever

Little comedy

Fx - Paper Planes

Ysvmire - Tellingthetruth Prod. Dior

Empty, the town's so bare without your face
Feelings, don't crush them down in this space
Faded, perhaps I need a fresh restart
You'll leave, your blouse lingers in the car
Nonstop, all day and night those heavy puffs
Bags packed, with cash in heaps, the big stuff
Outfits, new chains and jackets dark as night
Ladies, masseuses, hookers in the light

The city calls me out into the streets (into the streets)
It's blue if no one gets their buzz complete (buzz complete)
Baby, tonight we won't meet up again
But memories from before will remain (will remain)
The city calls me out into the streets (into the streets)
It's blue if no one gets their buzz complete (buzz complete)
Baby, tonight we won't meet up again
But memories from before will remain (will remain)

Night drops, the drunk crowd says don't lose your cool
Cars flash by cameras, speeding like fools
I promised I'd come if I don't nod off
While traffic clears, and I stay on top
What breezes pull me back to those old ways
Home winter came early, freezing the days
Thoughts of you flicker, quick as a flash
Timer's on fast, she's here in a dash
Don't slam the door if you're out of sorts
Miracles easy, timed by reports
Highway no hype, she's rolling to me
She's in the know, on board, totally free

Empty, why does it feel so void and bare
I'll wipe your numbers, chats, feelings to spare
Oh these emotions, hate me if you must
But our boy's kisses for dad are a trust (a trust, a trust)
Empty, why does it feel so void and bare
I'll wipe your numbers, chats, feelings to spare
Oh these emotions, hate me if you must
But our boy (our boy, our boy, our boy)

Empty, the town's so bare without your face
Feelings, don't crush them down in this space
Faded, perhaps I need a fresh restart
You'll leave, your blouse lingers in the car
Nonstop, all day and night those heavy puffs
Bags packed, with cash in heaps, the big stuff
Outfits, new chains and jackets dark as night
Ladies, masseuses, hookers in the light

Empty

Music : One Percent Hope
Arrangement : One Percent Hope

10/11/2025 🎧 What's New!?
Made the bassline clearer and easier to hear 🎸
Added effects to the rapid-fire snare hits 🥁✨
Enhanced the sequence part with extra effects for more depth 🎛️🌌
Let the sound hit deeper than ever! 💥

This song was created using only the sound source included with Cubase 13. No AI was used in the composition or arrangement.

This is the first trance song I've written. But perhaps this is near EDM? 
EDM6 : Trance4?
Since it's my first, it may not be very polished... It's also one of the few songs I've arranged myself.

A little note on how I wrote this song: I went through a period where I couldn't write any songs, especially since my emotions were pretty much unchanged. I challenged myself to see if I could create one with a little theory, and this song was born. There's a lot of playfulness involved.

[Bonus Track] Moonlight Trancedm Version Instrumental

No thanks Dawg?

Champ

city up

“Perfect Timing, Dad” is about what happens when one person’s emotions take up all the space — when only one voice is allowed to matter, and everyone else learns to stay quiet just to survive.
It’s a song about the hidden damage that comes from being told what to think, what to feel, or what not to say — all because someone else can’t handle it.
Those moments leave marks that echo for years, until silence finally turns into anger.
The story in this song is fictional — but it’s true.
It’s true because it speaks for anyone who’s ever been made to doubt their own feelings, or who’s learned to laugh instead of cry.
It’s a reminder: never let anyone tell you what to feel or what to think.
Because the moment you give that away, you stop being fully human.

Perfect Timing, Dad

Melodic drill for the art collectors. Cench and I dismantle the auction house, proving that "investing in culture" is just another flex. She wanted a Birkin, so I bought her a Banksy—shredded the frame just to show her I’m angsty.

Perfect Timing, Dad

Marol

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