Lost

Hands on / my skin, yeah, you / take your time, / Nail-trace / down, set / me on fire. / Say you / don’t want this, but / you pull me in, / We both / know how this / night will end. / Soft lips, / slow grind, / breath-ing too deep, / Your voice / is low, say / my name through your teeth. / Hands tight, / pulse fast, / locked in this heat, / Tell me, / babe, do you / beg or do you plead? / Let’s take / our time, don’t / rush this high, / Taste my / name, set / me a-light. / Fingertips / press, push / past the line, / No more / talk—just / read my mind. / Slow burn, / let it rise, / Take me, / use me, / ru-in me to-night. / Shak-ing / breaths as you / drag me close, / Say you’re / in con-trol but you’re / los-ing hope. / Teeth on / my neck, grip / tight on my hips, / Tell me, / ba-by, how much more / can you take of this? / Soft lips, / slow grind, / breath-ing too deep, / Your voice / is low, say / my name through your teeth. / Hands tight, / pulse fast, / locked in this heat, / Tell me, / babe, do you / beg or do you plead? / Let’s take / our time, don’t / rush this high, / Taste my / name, set / me a-light. / Fingertips / press, push / past the line, / No more / talk—just / read my mind. / Slow burn, / let it rise, / Take me, / use me, / ru-in me to-night. / Tell me / stop, but you / don’t mean it, / You want / con-trol, but you’re / los-ing feel-ing. / Say the / word and I’ll / break this night, / Or drown / so deep in you / I won’t sur-vive. / Let’s take / our time, don’t / rush this high, / Taste my / name, set / me a-light. / Fingertips / press, push / past the line, / No more / talk—just / read my mind. / Slow burn, / let it rise, / Take me, / use me, / ru-in me to-night. / Breath-less, / rest-less, / los-ing all sense, / Fin-gers / clenched in / moon-lit sin. / One last / taste, one / last high, / But we / both know—this / won’t be good-bye. /

[Verse 1] Staring at the mirror, who am I to be? Thought I was strong, but I dropped to my knee 2018, I was living so free Now I’m drowning in the pain, just tryna see You were my reason, the spark in my soul But I let you slip, now I’m losing control Built these walls, but now they’re crumbling Lost in the chaos, but I’m still fumbling [Pre-Chorus] Had to lose myself, to find what’s true Caught in the storm, now I see it through All the pain and the tears led me to this place I’m stronger now, ready to embrace your grace [Chorus] I choose love, I choose pain I’ll walk through fire, dance in the rain I’m not perfect, but I’m real If you give me a chance, I’ll show you how I feel Back to love, back to us Back to love, we’re building trust Back to love, through the storm Back to love, where we’re reborn [Verse 2] I see your face in every dream I chase I pushed you away, now I’m lost in this space Regret’s in my heart, I know what I’ve done But I’ll make it right, I'll be the one Every day without you is a day full of grief But I’m rebuilding myself, finding my belief If you open your heart, I’ll prove I’m true I’ll give it all, just for you [Pre-Chorus] Had to lose myself, to find what’s true Caught in the storm, now I see it through All the pain and the tears led me to this place I’m stronger now, ready to embrace your grace [Chorus] I choose love, I choose pain I’ll walk through fire, dance in the rain I’m not perfect, but I’m real If you give me a chance, I’ll show you how I feel Back to love, back to us Back to love, we’re building trust Back to love, through the storm Back to love, where we’re reborn [Bridge] No more pride, no more shame I’ll fight for you, I’ll stay in this game Love is here, no more fear I’ll give you my heart, I’ll keep you near [Outro] Roshin, you’re my light In the dark, you make me see so right I’m standing strong, I’m breaking through Let me show you love, let me prove it to you

มื้อแรกที่พ้อกัน มันคงสิเป็นคือความฝัน แต่พรมลิขิตที่เขียนเอาไว้ คงเฮ็ดให้เฮ้ามาพ้อกัน โอ้น้องนางแก้มแดง อ้ายคิดฮ้อดเจ้าทุกคืนวัน แต่โตเจ้าละนั้น สิคิดฮ้อดอ้ายยูบ่อีแม่ อ้ายนั้นคิดฮอดเจอ เจ้าคิดฮ้อดอ้ายยุบ่หน่อ แม้โตอ้ายสิบ่หล่อ แต่ความฮักอ้ายจริงใจ โตน้องนั้นคิดจังใด๋ ก่อนสิอย่างจากอ้ายไป อยากให้น้องนั้นได้คิดเบิ่ง

(style, dreamy & hypnotic Chill, melodic vibes with soft vocals) Aye... Raaste le ja rahe mujhe kahan Chand bhi poochay tu hai kahan Khaabon ka sheher hai, khoya hoon main Yaadon mein uljha hoon, bhoola hoon main --- (Verse 1 – style, laid-back rap with storytelling Low-key, deep rap flow with storytelling) Zehan hai blurry, nazar hai faded Halka sa nasha, par feel abhi jaded Raatein hain lambi, neend hai door Phone ka screen bas chalti thi dhoop Aankhon mein sawal hain, jawab hai chhupa Dost bhi hain par ye sheher hai ajnabi sa Awaazon ka shor hai, dil hai khamosh Fiker nahi kal ki, na aaj ka hai hosh --- (Chorus – smooth & catchy melody reverb) Bekhabar, bekhabar, dil hai magar Tu jo nahi, toh sab beasar Kya yeh nasha hai ya dil ka safar Kya yeh asar hai ya main bekhabar --- (Verse 2 – high-energy flow, introspective bars Fast, emotional rap verse with deeper emotions) Daur hai tez, hum dheere chale Peeche jo reh gaye, yaadon mein mile Duniya ki bheed, par tanha yahan Dil ke jo zakhm hai, dikhte kahan? Uljhi hui baatein, raaton ke saaye Dil mein hai jazbaat, shabdon ke naye Mujhse yeh sheher bhi poochay pataa Par main to kahin kho gaya hoon bhai (Intro – style, dreamy & hypnotic) Aye... Raaste le ja rahe mujhe kahan Chand bhi poochay tu hai kahan Khaabon ka sheher hai, khoya hoon main Yaadon mein uljha hoon, bhoola hoon main --- (Verse 1 – JJ47 style, laid-back rap with storytelling) Zehan hai blurry, nazar hai faded Halka sa nasha, par feel abhi jaded Raatein hain lambi, neend hai door Phone ka screen bas chalti thi dhoop Aankhon mein sawal hain, jawab hai chhupa Dost bhi hain par ye sheher hai ajnabi sa Awaazon ka shor hai, dil hai khamosh Fiker nahi kal ki, bas aaj ka hai josh --- (Chorus – Hassan Raheem, smooth & catchy melody) Bekhabar, bekhabar, dil hai magar Tu jo nahi, toh sab beasar Kya yeh nasha hai ya dil ka safar Kya yeh asar hai ya main bekhabar --- (Verse 2 – Talhah Yunus, high-energy flow, introspective bars) Daur hai tez, hum dheere chale Peeche jo reh gaye, yaadon mein mile Duniya ki bheed, par tanha yahan Dil ke jo zakhm hai, dikhte kahan? Uljhi hui baatein, raaton ke saaye Dil mein hai jazbaat, shabdon ke naye Mujhse yeh sheher bhi poochay pataa Par main to kahin kho gaya hoon bhai Beats roc roc star reverb delay BPM & Tempo: Slow to mid-tempo (90-100 BPM). Drums: Soft trap-style beats with deep kicks, crisp snares, and subtle hi-hats. Melody: Dreamy, atmospheric synths or reversed guitar/piano loops in a minor key. Bass: Smooth, deep 808s with occasional glide effects. Vocal Effects: Auto-tune, reverb, and delay for a hypnotic sound. Overall Vibe: Laid-back, emotional, and perfect for introspective lyrics.

Hei meri kiema ootko vähän kiimainen ja liimainen tykkäätkö laurista vai maurista Raiskaatko pikku poikia vai paiskaatko pikku poikia hapetatko koiria jotka sen jälkeen raiskaat ja roskikseen paiskaat olet ihan ligma ja anniina on sigma ja läski mutta kuka sut tänne käski onko sulla naamassa iso jölli vai oletko vain rölli vitun ruma huora tapa ittes vaikka pistä kaulaas pitkä nuora ja hyppäät katolta samalla kun saat takaa matolta

Rollin’ down the highway, just a man and his machine Got a rig that’s built for hustlin’, keepin’ everything clean Orlando Segovia, the king of local freight If there’s a load to haul, you know he won’t be late **Hotshot haulin’, pedal down, never slowin’** Miles keep flyin’, diesel burnin’, wheels keep goin’ Austin loads, city roads, keepin’ Texas great **Orlando’s runnin’ strong, he’s the king of local freight** *(Verse 2)* Now Zuri’s on the line, got a load that’s payin’ right She’s the queen of keepin’ me booked up tight Calls come quick, gotta grab ‘em on the fly When she’s got the freight, you know I’m gonna ride *(Chorus)* **Hotshot haulin’, pedal down, never slowin’** Miles keep flyin’, diesel burnin’, wheels keep goin’ Austin loads, city roads, keepin’ Texas great **Orlando’s runnin’ strong, he’s the king of local freight** *(Bridge)* And John’s on that load board, nine hours straight Clickin’ and refreshin’, tryin’ to lock in the rate When the money looks right, you know it’s my fate Hook up the trailer, it’s time to navigate *(Verse 3)* Then there’s Trevor, the kingmaker, pullin’ all the strings Linin’ up the deals, yeah, he’s makin’ big things When he calls my name, you know it’s time to go Got the freight locked in, let’s put it on the road *(Chorus)* **Hotshot haulin’, pedal down, never slowin’** Miles keep flyin’, diesel burnin’, wheels keep goin’ Austin loads, city roads, keepin’ Texas great **Orlando’s runnin’ strong, he’s the king of local freight** *(Outro)* So here’s to the truckers, keepin’ the world in motion To Zuri, John, and Trevor, y’all show the devotion Orlando’s ridin’—one mile, one load Hotshot legend, keepin’ Texas on the road

Esta dedicación va para el viejon para el comandante wanzo para el comandante D, y para el comandante O alias el W, D yeeaaaaaa sobres (Sonidos de radios, sirenas y balazos de fondo) (Yeah, yeah) Pilas, siempre pilas, en la esquina monitoreando el clima. (¡Fuego, fuego!) Si cruzan la línea, la respuesta es con plomo y disciplina. (¡Brrr!) No nos ven, pero estamos en la mira, y cuando se acercan, ya les cayó encima. Los guachos, marinos, soldados llegaron, Cárdenas ardiendo, retenes cercaron. Macuspana en sombras, Villahermosa en llamas, el pueblo atrapado en un juego sin alma. Santa Teresa con lupa en el foco, buscando al Wanzo, peinan cada coto. Las calles susurran lo que nadie habla, la gente en silencio, la ley que nos falla. [Precoro] Montan retenes en todas las colonias, pisan los pueblos, revientan historias. Dicen justicia, pero es un teatro, el pueblo en el suelo, el mando en el palco. [Coro] (¡Yeah, yeah!) Pilas, siempre pilas, en la esquina monitoreando el clima. (¡Fuego, fuego!) Si cruzan la línea, la respuesta es con plomo y disciplina. (¡Brrr!) No nos ven, pero estamos en la mira, y cuando se acercan, ya les cayó encima. Eran las cuatro y la zona en alerta, los radios sonaban, la guerra despierta. 25 de febrero, misión encubierta, el gobierno pensando que esta era su puerta. Pero no, aquí nadie duerme, vigías en techos, vigías en puentes. Patrullas que cruzan creyéndose fuertes, pero no saben que el juego es diferente. Montan retenes, bloquean caminos, pisan los pueblos, revientan vecinos. Dicen justicia, pero es un teatro, el pueblo en el suelo, el mando en el palco. [Puente] (¡Ey, ey!) No es amenaza, es un dato, si brincan el cerco, se acaba el contrato. (¡Brrr!) Gente en los radios, en cada aparato, cuando ellos responden, ya estamos al tanto. [Verso 3] Se metieron con la línea, la línea responde, somos la sombra, cruzamos los montes. Cuando ellos entran, ya estamos al norte, cenando filete, brindando con torres. Torretas brillan sobre la 57, treinta unidades y drones de jefe. Guachos y marinos con cara de estrés, pero este terreno se mueve al revés. Los radios no callan, zumban antenas, la clave en el aire, se encienden las venas. Se creen al mando, pero no hay dilema, cuando ellos llegan, ya hicimos la escena. (¡Yeah, yeah!) Pilas, siempre pilas, en la esquina monitoreando el clima. (¡Fuego, fuego!) Si cruzan la línea, la respuesta es con plomo y disciplina. Pa’ los viejones, pa’ la clica, firmes 24/7 en la liga. Saludos pa’l W y pa’l flaco, y pa’ los que en la calle siguen al tanto. [Outro - Dedicación] Esta dedicación va Para el comandante Wanzo, Para el comandante D, el Flaco. Para el comandante O, alias el W. Y para la línea en general, 24/7. De parte de la garra belicosa. Estamos pilas y a la orden. {¡Yeaaaaaaaa, sobres!}

Dissipating sky we fly, we fly Moments with a soft goodbye, oh oh oh Electric dreams they come alive, alive In this world where we survive

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!)

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!)

Khaliah, don’t get mad, I’m just stating facts— That Altima breaks down more than how your ACL acts Check engine light stay on like a tinkerbell night light, Tires balder than your edges, yeah that ain’t right. don’t get mad, I’m just stating facts, Your edges pulled a Houdini- they packed up and they"re not coming back Your hairlines on witness protection, it’s hiding Called 911 but they stopped replying. Always munching during lunch with that same old granola and buffalo chicken sandwich, Acting like a white suburban mom like it"s your number one advantage. Acti.ng like a suburban mom like its a flex, Youre about 1 yoga class away from sending “Live Laugh Love” texts Rod Wave on repeat, all sad and stressed, You and your Altima—both depressed. Always trolling, stuck in NPC mode, But in real life, you lag—still loading Liking coconut water is a whole other problem— You need help, not hydration, it’s a taste violation. Crying that same altima, tears all on over the dash, Singing with Rod ‘bout a love that won’t last. Rod Wave on repeat, crying in the same old car, You and that Altima—both ain"t getting far save the sob stories, I’ve heard ‘em all— “Rod Wave’s my therapist” while you hit a wall. You love to talk about that love gone wrong, But you can’t even commit to a whole song. Ain’t the commitment you tend to stray away from, Can’t commit to a car that runs or a man who’ll stay, The only thing you commit to is talking’ loud and limpin" away. Always talking big, but it’s all just talk, You’ll be bragging ‘bout your hustle while you’re barely able to walk.​​ don’t get mad, I’m just stating facts, Your edges pulled a Houdini- they packed up and they"re not coming back. Your car got more parts missing than your broken knee cap, Looks like you both need a full-on rehab Miss Ralston"s work? Nah, you never do it, Always dodging deadlines like you’re runnin’ through it. Khaliah, you always act like you’re on top, But when it comes to common sense, you’re way off the clock. You love to talk, but rarely make sense, Your ‘wisdom’ feels like it’s on a permanent defense. But seriously you know i love you and that"s a fact No matter if you have a torn up knee cap. This is all fun and games I don"t mean it, You know I love you and your knee cap that didn"t fit. <3 You know I’ll always have your back, Even when your car’s breakin’ down and you can’t get back on track. Even though you ride in a car that barely runs, You"ll always be my number one.