How much of life is what I think Questioning you I’m on the brink Now Your hinting crazy themes You say somthing deliberately but it seems underlying motives with needs to appease Do you really mean this? Clearly u meant differently I think I see ur point I see it the same Or is your meaning much more tame? I analyze you and your thaughts intently Do you say what you mean Plain and simple, black and white Or do u talk an invisible fight In your speech do you weave a backwards bite Or some thing less sinister like A hidden light? The thing is I’ll never know Tis the plight of this mind game If u tell them where your at And you were way off Now they can combat And look at you and scoff For sharing what you thought revealed behind those eyes You heard what was said, but your ears, they told lies For where ur brain took u where theirs could never go And now they see you, now they know On the other hand Your thoughts weren’t just a might, they were accurate and right. You successfully deciphered what’s going on in there, it completely showwwws and your friend knows that you understand and truly care Take the risk if you dare. it’s a fine line a game to to play, One that’ll take you all fucking dayyyyyy Inside your brain that’s under strain That’s over thought a lot
Slow, hard bass, trap, Dark, warped cello, lies, paradox, metal guitar, warped oboe lead, random screaming,
English
The song explores complex emotions including confusion, introspection, and the struggle for understanding. It encapsulates feelings of anxiety and uncertainty while also touching on themes of connection and the desire for clear communication.
This song is suited for introspective moments, late-night drives, or settings where listeners seek to engage deeply with their thoughts and emotions. It could also be utilized in art installations or performances that explore mental challenges and interpersonal dynamics.
Musically, the song features a unique blend of genres, combining slow hard bass typical of trap with dark elements such as warped cello and metal guitar. The use of unexpected instruments like the warped oboe adds to the haunting atmosphere. Random screams contribute to the chaotic vibe, reflecting the complexity of the lyrics. The interplay of lyrical themes and instrumentation creates a tense, yet engaging soundscape.
Verse 1 (Chopped soul sample, dusty 808s) Cruisin’ thru the trenches, na, blunt tucked in my lip, Feds posted on the corner, but my tint stay equipped. Shawty hittin’ “Where you @?”—I’m like “Out here gettin’ checks,” Trap phone buzzin’ nonstop, got the plug on some “What’s next?” Sippin’ Wock’ in a styrofoam, let the lean hit my veins, Grind don’t sleep, na, we ain’t playin’ no games. Palm trees saggin’ like they tired of the heat, We ain’t talkin’ loyalty—just who eat off the street. Chorus (Muted horns, trap hats softened by vinyl hiss) It’s a slow grind, late nights, na, get the bag, Loyalty’s thin, trust a myth—watch your back. Hoes come, hoes go, na, keep it G, Crispy kicks, thick blunts, and that OG. Verse 2 (Darker bassline, eerie piano keys) Met a rider named Diablo, na, soul colder than snow, Chopper sing lullabies if you play with the dough. She a bad lil’ thotiana, na, braids in her crown, Slingin’ “Come thru” texts, but I’m ghost when the sun down. Backseat of the Whip, na, stash spot in the seat, 12 lurkin’, na, we ain’t makin’ no plea. Life’s a dice game—n***a, roll smooth or get rolled, We don’t cry ’bout the past—just the weight that we hold. Bridge (Spoken-word over police sirens, distant gun clicks) Ayo… the block’s a hungry beast, na, feed it or flee, Real nas move quiet—feds lurk in the mist. Smoke a gram to the face, let the stress lift, Ain’t no saints here—just the cursed and the gifted. Chorus (Muted horns, trap hats softened by vinyl hiss) It’s a slow grind, late nights, na, get the bag, Loyalty’s thin, trust a myth—watch your back. Hoes come, hoes go, na, keep it G, Crispy kicks, thick blunts, and that OG. Outro (Beat fades into ambient rain, porch creaks) Moonlight’s my alibi, n***a, silence my plea, We don’t chase closure—just the next zip of tree. Pour the last swig, let the paranoia ease, Chill ’til the sirens fade… And the block goes to sleep.
Ecco una canzone ispirata al tuo titolo, con un mix di ironia e un tocco di critica sociale. Titolo: A Diprè piace il cocco (Testo: ChatGPT, Musica: immaginaria trap/elettronica) [Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah A Diprè piace il cocco (skrrt) A Diprè piace il botto (boom) Notte che gira, la mente che vola Dentro il delirio di questa giostra [Strofa 1] Cocaina sopra il tavolo, bianca come il cielo a Oslo Ketamina nella tasca, rallento, poi spacco il mondo Eroina sulla pelle, scivolo giù tra le stelle Maddy chiama, dice "vieni", troppo tardi, già nel veleno [Pre-Ritornello] Ma chi se ne frega, la notte non lega La vita è un film, ma il finale non prega Scorrono i drink, i conti non tornano Anime perse che ballano e bruciano [Ritornello] A Diprè piace il cocco (cocco) A Diprè piace il botto (botto) Maddy chiama, dice "sballo" Ma domani chi si ricorda? A Diprè piace il cocco (skrrt) A Diprè piace il botto (boom) Tutti dentro a questo incubo Senza un'uscita, senza uno scopo [Strofa 2] Fumo che sale, luci che sbattono Occhi nel vuoto che più non ragionano Tutti qui dentro a giocare col fuoco Fino al mattino, poi giuro che smetto (nah) [Bridge] Ma è una bugia, la vita va via Sogni di carta, bruciati in un’ora A Diprè piace, a noi un po’ meno Ma intanto giriamo nel buio più nero [Ritornello] A Diprè piace il cocco (cocco) A Diprè piace il botto (botto) Maddy chiama, dice "sballo" Ma domani chi si ricorda? A Diprè piace il cocco (skrrt) A Diprè piace il botto (boom) Tutti dentro a questo incubo Senza un'uscita, senza uno scopo [Outro] Yeah, yeah A Diprè piace il cocco Ma la vita non è un gioco Troppi amici già sotto terra Troppi sogni chiusi in una cella --- Questa canzone mischia ironia e denuncia, mostrando il lato oscuro dello sballo. Vuoi che aggiunga qualcosa o che cambi tono?
[Verse] Sombras del pasado Susurros olvidados Almas que se buscan En destinos marcados [Verse 2] Fríos suspiros nocturnos Bajo lunas sangrientas Eternamente unidos Por cadenas violentas [Chorus] Amor eterno En la muerte y el dolor Renaceremos siempre En un cruel resplandor [Verse 3] Recuerdos de mil vidas En mis sueños te encuentro Rituales oscuros Por un futuro incierto [Verse 4] Lágrimas y gritos En un vacío absoluto Llameante es la pasión Que consume lo oculto [Chorus] Amor eterno En la muerte y el dolor Renaceremos siempre En un cruel resplandor
[Verse] Cielo arde en llamas Almas gritan Desespero Entre las ruinas Condenas Sufren en un cielo negro [Verse 2] Infierno bajo mis pies Oscuridad consume Devora Voces que claman Horror Sombras a las que no ignoro [Chorus] Dolor eterno Me tientas En este reino de pena Cuerpos se retuercen Lamentos Bajo el fuego Condena [Bridge] Mirada al abismo profundo Susurros crueles Implacables Cae la noche Siniestro Donde yace el alma inquebrantable [Verse 3] Luz se apaga en el horizonte Niebla cubre el terror Ríos de sangre en el valle Lágrimas de eterno ardor [Chorus] Dolor eterno Me tientas En este reino de pena Cuerpos se retuercen Lamentos Bajo el fuego Condena
[Verse 1] Midnight in the Wraith, smoke tеethin’ through the grille, n**a—* “yuh…” City lights bleedin’ neon, got my pistol on the dash chill. Thot in fishnеt stockings, Chanel garter— “skrt!” —snort a line off her heel, She a pyramid schemer, but her love’s a dollar meal. Private plane vibes, got the sky in my veins, Mansion full of shadows— “we don’t do chains,” we do flames. AP drowned in Sprite, lean got me talkin’ sideways, Her tongue split like a serpent— “devil don’t pray,” we just parlay. [Chorus] Neon ghosts, city smoke, we don’t sleep—we float (float…) Money talks in silent screams, drown it out with thе Holy Ghost (facts…) Stripper tears, caviеr years, life’s a blunt—we roll (yuh…) If the grind’s a sin, n**a—* “bury me in gold.” [Verse 2] Ayy, 3 AM, Ziploc full of stars, Stripper name “Mercy” got a .22 in her car. Cops pass by— “ghosted,” laughin’ at the radar, Jet fuel in my veins, Mar-a-Lago in my planner. She ride it like a Ducati, scream my name like a psalm, Cashapp sins, Venmo blessings— “heaven in my palm.” Ice on Jesus, cross drip like the Nile, Life’s a crooked mile— “we just flex and smile.” [Bridge] [Whispered, reverb-drenched] Sinner’s GPS stuck on “lost”… (lost…) Her heart’s a black hole— “post the cost” (yuh…) Black card karma, Gucci armor, no remorse, Night’s a wet blade— “we don’t talk, we force.” [Outro] Sunrise? Fuck that— “we still lurkin’…” —blow smoke at the dawn, Last night’s sins in a Balenciaga lawn. If the reaper want a feature— “tell him book a studio…” (Beat fades into car engine hum, distant police radio static, and a lighter flicking)
Que significa el bro respeta hermanos ya me tienen cansado ustedes lo usan como burla pero yo cuando les respondo con ese comentario es que su comentario me dejó en llanto por qué se me pasan de rosca ustedes piensan que pueden jugar conmigo pero hermanos yo tengo sentimientos y cuando me dicen gustambo a míse me quiebra la voz yo empiezo a llorar sin control el bro respeta no es un juego hermanos la otra vez mi abuela me dijo bro respeta y pues se que estuve mal pero me enojé y la avente de las escaleras pero fue más por el susto por qué sabrá dios como lee hizo pa subirse si está en estado vegetal
[Verse 1] 2 AM, tinted Ghost, crawlin’ through the trenches, n**a—* “YUGHH!” Purple haze, zombie-mode, Xanny got me speakin’ tongues. Stripper named “Dusk” got a Glock where her clutch is, She a demon in Prada— “FUCK LOVE!” —we just fuckin’ for function. Dope boy anthem, my pedigree mud, Hunnid bands in a Rubbermaid— “WE DON’T TRUST BLOOD!” Iceberg wrists, AP drowned in the VVS, Her lips laced with coke— “SNIFF DEATH!” —she kissin’ with intent. [Chorus] Blacked out, fade out, cash rules my religion (FACTS!) Bad bitch got a killswitch, call her “Suicide Mission” (CHOP!) Sippin’ doubt from a Crown, got my past in a urn, If the grind ain’t the gospel— “TELL ME WHY MY MONEY BURN?!” [Verse 2] [Gravelly, rapid-fire flow] Ayy, trap Pharaoh, 24-karat grudge, Thotiana’s back again— “SHE A DRUG!” —body in the club. Cops creepin’— “JUST DUCK!” —we ain’t here for discussion, Double cup full of Fanta, mix the lean with the Russian. She rodeo my rocket, scream “ “GHOST!” —I’m divine!”, Bust it open, let the cash rain, Vatican design. Smile drippin’ with venom, Cartier lenses, Life’s a loophole— “WE DON’T END, WE PRETEND!” [Bridge] [Echoed, metallic whispers] Sinner’s résumé: “Professional vice” (YEAH!), Her love’s a grenade— “PAID THE PRICE!” Black card alibi, murder mansion on the hill, Night’s a blade— “WE DON’T HEAL, WE KILL.” [Outro] [Hoarse, fading] Sunrise? Hell nah— “WE STILL HIGH!” —blowin’ O’s at the sun, Last night’s sins in a duffle— “LOAD THE GUN!” If the grave try to claim me— “TELL ‘EM BRING A BILLION TON!” (Beat dissolves into eerie silence, faint helicopter blades whirring)
[Verse 1] 2 AM, tinted Ghost, crawlin’ through the trenches, n**a—* “YUGHH!” Purple haze, zombie-mode, Xanny got me speakin’ tongues. Stripper named “Dusk” got a Glock where her clutch is, She a demon in Prada— “FUCK LOVE!” —we just fuckin’ for function. Dope boy anthem, my pedigree mud, Hunnid bands in a Rubbermaid— “WE DON’T TRUST BLOOD!” Iceberg wrists, AP drowned in the VVS, Her lips laced with coke— “SNIFF DEATH!” —she kissin’ with intent. [Chorus] Blacked out, fade out, cash rules my religion (FACTS!) Bad bitch got a killswitch, call her “Suicide Mission” (CHOP!) Sippin’ doubt from a Crown, got my past in a urn, If the grind ain’t the gospel— “TELL ME WHY MY MONEY BURN?!” [Verse 2] [Gravelly, rapid-fire flow] Ayy, trap Pharaoh, 24-karat grudge, Thotiana’s back again— “SHE A DRUG!” —body in the club. Cops creepin’— “JUST DUCK!” —we ain’t here for discussion, Double cup full of Fanta, mix the lean with the Russian. She rodeo my rocket, scream “ “GHOST!” —I’m divine!”, Bust it open, let the cash rain, Vatican design. Smile drippin’ with venom, Cartier lenses, Life’s a loophole— “WE DON’T END, WE PRETEND!” [Bridge] [Echoed, metallic whispers] Sinner’s résumé: “Professional vice” (YEAH!), Her love’s a grenade— “PAID THE PRICE!” Black card alibi, murder mansion on the hill, Night’s a blade— “WE DON’T HEAL, WE KILL.” [Outro] [Hoarse, fading] Sunrise? Hell nah— “WE STILL HIGH!” —blowin’ O’s at the sun, Last night’s sins in a duffle— “LOAD THE GUN!” If the grave try to claim me— “TELL ‘EM BRING A BILLION TON!” (Beat dissolves into eerie silence, faint helicopter blades whirring)
[Verse 1] 3 AM, blacked-out Benz, swervin’ through the fog, yeah I’m ghostin’— “SKRRT!” Pyrex cookin’ karma, got the devil on a dog chain. Thot suckin’ Ambien, tongue stud says “$LUT”— “BLAOW!” She wanna wife a villain, but I’m married to the plug game. Codeine cursive, got my signature in blood, Hunnid-round drum— “WE DON’T MISS!” —body in the mud. Diamonds crashin’ like cymbals, wrist colder than a snitch, Red bottoms on her feet— “STEP LIGHT!” —coke white on her lips. [Chorus] Velvet drown, slow-mo sound, cash pile to the moon (WOO!) Bad lil’ homicide, she got murder in her womb (CHECK!) Sippin’ purple from the grave, got my conscience in a urn, If the money ain’t the root— “THEN WHY THE HELL WE BURN?!” [Verse 2] [Chopped, aggressive flow] Ayy, black tar dreams, Louis V suitcase, Stripper named “Gucci” got a .38 in her waist. Cops flash lights— “FUCK ‘EM!” —I’m ghost like a wraith, Double-cup Picasso, mix the lean with the Yay. She ride it like a four-wheeler, scream “ GRRRT! —I’m paid!”, Bust it open for the gang, let the syrup levitate. Ice on my molar, yeah my smile got a tint, Life’s a Möbius strip— “WE AIN’T GOT NO END!” [Bridge] [Echoed, distorted whispers] Sinner’s GPS stuck on “lost” (YEAH-YEAH!), Her heart got a body count— “POST THE COST!” 5-star fugitive, AP on the clutch, Night’s a wet blade— “WE DON’T SCAB, WE CUT.” [Outro] [Hoarse, trailing off] Sunrise? Hell nah— “WE AIN’T DONE YET!” —blowin’ kush to the sun, Last night’s sins in a Ziploc— “PACK ‘EM, RUN!” If the reaper try to clock me— “TELL ‘EM BRING THE FUNERAL FUND!” (Beat fades with a distant police siren and glass shattering)
What if I what if I changed What if I gave you promises what if I what if I failed What part of you would be the same? Wash me away You're not the same any more I'll watch you fade Forsaken part of you Let it go What if I what if I burned What if I gave you everything what if I what if we left What if it's all just the same? Wash me away You're not the same any more I'll watch you fade Forsaken this part of you Let it go Let me go
[Verse] Grasu il prinde pe Alex tipa In cada plina pare sansa strânsa Dar Vali vine deschide usa mare Cu pahar de razbunare stropii lui sare [Verse 2] Cada murdara dar speranta-n aer Daniel râde joaca ca un haiduc Scapa ei incet sub razele de aur Poveste haioasă parca dintr-un truc [Chorus] Vai ce zi nebuna in baia noastra Distractie ciudata dar amintiri Cu tata Vali super erou in casa Pisatu' lui Daniel n-are hotariri [Bridge] E-o lectie tare sa nu joci murdar Când frățiorii sunt in toiul luptei Vali vine rapid ca un guru zidar Si rezolva totul ca in vechile mituri [Chorus] Vai ce zi nebuna in baia noastra Distractie ciudata dar amintiri Cu tata Vali super erou in casa Pisatu' lui Daniel n-are hotariri [Verse 3] Acum povestim cu râs in chicoteli Amintirea vie ca un basm dintr-o data Lapte si miere in inimile noastre Desi in cada aia stateam noi in balta