Explorative, serious, determined. Low bells create an inquisitive ...Explorative, serious, determined. Low bells create an inquisitive collage, followed by strings also illustrating a curious atmosphere. An individual searching for answers or finding their way out of a tough situation. Percussion builds to a steady pace, carrying feelings of anxiety forward tinged with a hopefulness. Crystallising climax at 01:30 as instrumentation and choral voices slowly build, to then whirl back into inquisitive section.
Explorative, serious, determined. Low bell collage creates a curious ...Explorative, serious, determined. Low bell collage creates a curious atmosphere, moving into meaningful string notes and slowly opening feeling of epiphany. Stripped back underscore version.
Cool, energetic, unique. Powerful sub bass launches into echoing ...Cool, energetic, unique. Powerful sub bass launches into echoing guitar riffs. Trilling guitars infers a feeling of emotion, indicative of a love for the grind. Chattering trap hi hats offer an infectious energy. Instrumental version.
Cool, energetic, unique. Powerful sub bass launches into echoing ...Cool, energetic, unique. Powerful sub bass launches into echoing guitar riffs and emotive autotuned crooning. Lyrics separating lyricist from his competition, characterised as someone who is strong and avoids the pitfalls of life due to their austere nature and focus. Ignoring haters and only focusing on money. Trilling guitars infers a feeling of emotion, indicative of a love for the grind.歌词
You know we ain't cut the same, I come from a different cloth, I just ran my check up man and look at all of this I bought, I be hearing this and that but conversation let ‘em talk, Ain’t no sense in holding on you wanna leave I let you walk. Lately, it been feelin' like they trying me, Popped a 30 paranoid feel like they eying me, Throw that money when she pick it up it’s raking leaves, Really ballin' when you get it what they hate to see. I get that paper den I bounce, I get that paper den I’m out, I get that money then I pounce, Blow dat, blow dat by the ounce, Ooh she wanted me back then but I was busy what up now, Prolli took her on a date but day dreamin' bout an account, I run up the digits you know that I get it, I gotta go get it regardless, Even when I was broke, Wit no money account and my stomach would hurt when I’m starvin', Level up and took off like a Martian, Now them bands lookin' like they marching, Like a bull seeing red target, I be on it you know that I want it, Break it down like this shit a component, I got plugs it feel like I’m Tony, Mo connection than a fiber wire I can overnight it ain’t no waitin' on it, Everytime you get it then they hate it so it stay wit me, I can’t never let you in on secrets you might play with me. You know we ain't cut the same, I come from a different cloth, I just ran my check up man and look at all of this I bought, I be hearing this and that but conversation let ‘em talk, Ain’t no sense in holding on you wanna leave I let you walk. Lately, it been feelin' like they trying me, Popped a 30 paranoid feel like they eying me, Throw that money when she pick it up it’s raking leaves, Really ballin' when you get it what they hate to see.
Hip hop west coast. Streetwise, groovy, confident, enthusiastic & ...Hip hop west coast. Streetwise, groovy, confident, enthusiastic & positive. Brass @ 0'45. Break @ 1'07. Drum machine & keyboard. Music for urban environment, sport, tv underscore & lifestyle.
Alternative hip hop / electro. Catchy, gritty, confident, positive & ...Alternative hip hop / electro. Catchy, gritty, confident, positive & proud. Break @ 1'05. Drum machine, sampled vocal, synth & piano. Music for sport, lifestyle, fashion & tv underscore.
☆ Nominated "Best Investigative" @Mark Awards US 2023 ☆ Tense, ...☆ Nominated "Best Investigative" @Mark Awards US 2023 ☆ Tense, mysterious & restless building-up with wooden percussion, synth pulse, piano ritornello, hybrid orchestra & ethnic flute. Final with choir, heavy drums & percussion @ 2'24. Suggested for Asian thriller movies & video games.
Aggressive, cataclysmic, epic. Menacing samples push out into ...Aggressive, cataclysmic, epic. Menacing samples push out into uncertain atmosphere, with solid impacts bringing a sense of danger and mortality. Wobble bass impact, launching into sturdy and intimidating bass and drumbeat section, dissonant strings still increase feelings of horror. Apocalyptic energy, a force of great power plunging the world into darkness. Ambient section at 01:15 conveys a sense of secrecy, heroes hiding from an enemy before beat picks up again with more vigour and a palpable sense of dread.
Aggressive, cataclysmic, epic. Menacing samples push out into ...Aggressive, cataclysmic, epic. Menacing samples push out into uncertain atmosphere, with solid impacts bringing a sense of danger and mortality. Wobble bass impact, launching into sturdy and intimidating bass section, dissonant strings increase feelings of horror. Apocalyptic energy, a force of great power plunging the world into darkness. Ambient section at 01:15 conveys a sense of secrecy, heroes hiding from an enemy before bass picks up again with more vigour and a palpable sense of dread. Stripped back underscore version.
Introspective, intimate & wandering hip-hop-pop sung in Spanish. ...Introspective, intimate & wandering hip-hop-pop sung in Spanish. Pushing away the pain. Female singer, electric guitar, slide, synth & electronic percussion.歌词
ES:
estoy cansada y no lo entiendo
intento expresarlo con palabras
y al final salen bostezos
el miedo
de verme en un espejo
y disociar entre la imagen
y entre lo que en si proyecto
casi ni veo cine
desecho mis deseos
ya no hago lo que quiero
porque nunca tengo tiempo
y me lamento
y lo único pienso
es que me come la ciudad
y que me enreda el pelo el viento
pensé que amar sería suficiente
pero me siento sola y peleada con mi mente
no creo en mi talento como antes
no soy la que era antes
no soy suficiente
o soy demasiado grande
no soy nada fuerte
o es que tengo mucho aguante
no recuerdo nada lo que es sentirme bien
con el alma llena como un niño
que empieza a correr
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de un sueño malgastado
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
tal vez el camino equivocado
sea siempre el que me ha conquistado
ya tengo el enigma descifrado
el tiempo se pasa muy despacio
no busco na' de nadie
la suerte no me sobra pero siempre se comparte
escribo versos con punto y a parte
porque un punto y seguido implica motivos pa' seguir adelante
pero tranquilas que aquí mando yo
el agua limpia todo y últimamente está lloviendo un montón
no quiero sentir ni un remordimiento nunca más
la sensación que mas me pesa es la de recordar
algún día estaré bien lo puedo asegurar
sentirme a mí misma es suficiente pa' avanzar
igual que el pie que se siente a sí mismo al andar
igual que dos enamorados dentro de un maizal
escribo para mí y para reafirmar
que puede que algún día este cigarro se apague sin más
y no lo entenderás por no haber querido preguntar
ya no te sientas mal por mí me he cambiado de piel
a veces tu recuerdo incluso me sabe a miel
he estado imaginándome que es lo que quiero ser
y solo busco ser más gata que nunca y correr
y correr y correr y correr
y correr
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de un sueño malgastado
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
EN:
I'm tired and I don't understand
I try to put it into words
and in the end yawns come out
the fear
of seeing myself in a mirror
and dissociate between the image
and between what I project
I almost don't watch movies
I discard my desires
I no longer do what I want
because I never have time
and I lament
and the only thing I think
is that the city eats me up
and that the wind is tangling my hair
I thought that loving would be enough
but I feel lonely and at odds with my mind
I don't believe in my talent like before
I'm not what I used to be
I'm not enough
or I'm too big
I'm not strong at all
or is it that I have too much endurance
I don't remember what it's like to feel good
with a soul as full as a child
who starts to run
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of a wasted dream
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
maybe the wrong path
is always the one that has conquered me
I already have the enigma deciphered
time goes by very slowly
I'm not looking for anything from anyone
luck is not enough for me but I always share it
I write verses with a full stop, new paragraph
because a full stop, no new paragraph implies reasons to keep going on
but don't worry I'm in charge here
water cleans everything and lately it's been raining a lot
I don't want to feel a single remorse anymore
the feeling that weighs me down the most is the one of remembering
someday I'll be alright I can assure you
feeling myself is enough to move forward
just like the foot that feels itself when walking
just like two lovers inside a cornfield
I write for myself and to reaffirm
that maybe someday this cigarette will go out just like that
and you won't understand because you didn't want to ask
don't feel bad for me anymore I've changed my skin
sometimes your memory even tastes like honey to me
I've been imagining what I want to be
and I'm just trying to be more cat than ever and run
and run and run and run and run
and run
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of a wasted dream
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
Stoner rock / hard rock. Fat, determined, heavy & proud. Lead guitar ...Stoner rock / hard rock. Fat, determined, heavy & proud. Lead guitar @ 0'54. Distorded guitar & drum. Riffs & drum. For video games / extreme sports / motor racing.
