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The Chrimas Pickle
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![[Ai music:Shadows of the Void ¤¥]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/lY8KTFWBMs4/mqdefault.jpg "[Ai music:Shadows of the Void ¤¥]
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[Intro]
Left you a message
Three in the morning
Screen face glowing
Heart still storming
[Chorus]
This a voicemail from the void
You can save it or destroy it (yeah)
Every word just white noise
You gon’ play it, then avoid it.
Left my love on your line
You just let that signal die out
This a voicemail from the void
From the void, from the—(hello?)
[Verse]
Phone lit once
Name froze on the glass
Did you hang up quick
Or did time just crash
Breath in the line
I can feel it cut slow
Heard you say my name
Then the dial tone froze
[Chorus]
You’re a ghost voicemail in my head (in my head)
Every word breaking up, things you left unsaid (yeah)
I rewind, but the silence plays instead
You’re a ghost voicemail, staying undead (stay undead)
[Verse 2]
Room still dark
But the screen keeps glowin
Scroll your face
Like the film stopped rollin
Hit play once
Hear a half‑laughed sigh
Then a glitch, then a skip
Then a soft goodbye
[Chorus]
This a voicemail from the void
You can save me or ignore it
Hear my breath cut, then the noise
Hear the words break up, distorted
Left my love on your line
Now it skips, repeats, then times out
This a voicemail from the void
From the void, from the void (hello?)
From the—[glitchy delay] “void… void… void…”
[Verse 2]
Mic hiss, then your breath
Then the signal just bends
Every word half-death
Every silence pretends
I save all your mistakes
All the cuts, all the clicks
Little skips, little breaks
Where your memory sticks
I hit play, hit repeat
’Til my battery bleed
Keep your ghost on a leash
Made of habits I feed (uh)
[Chorus]
(delay break, chopped word)
Line cut out on every word
(cut, repeat “word… word…”)
Voicemail from the void
I replay what I never heard (heard… heard…)
[Chorus]
You call my phone like a broken voicemail (click-click)
Cut in, cut out, every word so frail (so faint)
Your halo hangs from a rusted nail
You echo, echo, then you fade, then you fail
You call my phone like a broken voicemail (hey)
Glass in your laugh and a paper tale
Your halo hums in a sideways scale
You echo, echo, then you fade, then you fail
[Verse 2]
Low-key lies
In a late-night tone
You say “I’m close”
But you’re miles from home
Static in breath
When you drop my name
Same old script
With a different shame
You beg “come back”
On a Tuesday night
Then blame my back
When it leaves your sight
[Chorus]
This a voicemail from the void
You can save it or destroy it (yeah)
Every word just white noise
You gon’ play it, then avoid it.
Left my love on your line
You just let that signal die out
This a voicemail from the void
From the void, from the—(hello?)")
![[Ai Music:Low Rumble]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/lrd7cul0-WY/mqdefault.jpg "[Ai Music:Low Rumble]
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[Verse 1]
Pull up slow in the two-door glide
Chrome on the lip and a grin so wide
You step one time, make the whole block freeze
Turn, then dip with a whole lotta ease
Moon on your skin, chain swing neat
Heel tap sharp when you hit that beat
I got the look, you got that spark
Every little move leave a clean mark
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold that pose
Let it roll
One more shake
Take control
Look back once
Then you switch
Got the room
In your grip
[Chorus]
Watch me bounce
Throw it back girl
Watch it jiggle
Right there, right there
Watch me bounce
Throw it back girl
Watch it jiggle
Make ’em stare, make ’em stare
[Verse 2]
Seat reclined, but the energy high
You got that smile with the side-eye sly
Gold on your wrist, fast with the tease
Every small move got a crowd on knees
You step to the left, then slide to the right
Set that whole frame on fire tonight
I say go on and you say bet
One little move and I’m not done yet
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold that pose
Let it roll
One more shake
Take control
Look back once
Then you switch
Got the room
In your grip
[Chorus]
Watch me bounce
Throw it back girl
Watch it jiggle
Right there, right there
Watch me bounce
Throw it back girl
Watch it jiggle
Make ’em stare, make ’em stare
[Bridge]
[Breakdown]
Slow it down
Make it count
One sharp turn
Then you bounce
All that style
All that glow
One more step
Let it show
[Chorus]
Watch me bounce
Throw it back girl
Watch it jiggle
Right there, right there
Watch me bounce
Throw it back girl
Watch it jiggle
Make ’em stare, make ’em stare")
![[Ai Music:Ghost on my phone 👻]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/oYpd5PfSwio/mqdefault.jpg "[Ai Music:Ghost on my phone 👻]
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[lyrics]
[Verse 1]
Late bus stop
Got a book in my coat, stash in the sock
Mama prayin in a chair till the stove turn off
I was learnin how to lie while she talked to God
Whole block raised me
Old heads sayin “Lil man, move safely”
Same dudes taught me how to bag that weight
Same dudes vanished when the cuffs got placed
[Chorus]
Life on the curb, that cold education
Concrete dreams, hard conversations
We laugh, we bleed, we run from the station
Tryna find peace in a war-time nation
[Verse 2]
First friend lost, it was broad day light
News truck came, then they carved that line
Just another kid on the lower screen crawl
Whole hood cried, they ain’t air that part
School hallway, metal on my waistband
Guidance counselor talkin ‘bout a great plan
“How you see your future?” I see two streets
One with my name on a sign, one six feet
[Bridge]
We ain’t heartless
We just guarded, hungry, cautious
Pass that plate at the park bench office
This our church, our court, our August
Every scar, every charge, every promise
Still tryna turn this darkness honest
[Verse 3]
Used to count coins for the bus ride
Momma worked doubles, came home cross‑eyed
Fridge light, empty as my lunch line
Told me “be patient,” I was on grind
Cold floor
Sleeping in my coat like armor
Landlord banging on the door, want dollars
School hall, same shoes, same collars
Heart full of anger, head full of scholars
[Chorus]
I got ghosts in my phone, they all sound like you (oh)
Every ring, every buzz, deja vu
Try to wipe the screen, but you bleed right through
I got ghosts in my phone, they all sound like you (all you)
I got ghosts in my phone and they call on loop
Every maybe later just feels like proof
You ain’t here, still you haunt my truth
I got ghosts in my phone, they all sound like you (yeah)
[Verse 4]
Cold eyes
Steel posture
Heart locked in a crate
Love left
Fear stayed
Now hunger my date
Dead phone
Few numbers
Most burned
Some blocked
Loyalty went missing
Last seen on the clock
Teeth grit
Fists ready
Shadow long on the wall
Can’t cry
Cant break
Just answer that call
My sins on my shoulders
Wear guilt like a coat
Can’t sing
So I spit
Put gravel in my throat
[bridge]
Concrete classroom, learned from the hard knocks
OG said “keep your circle tighter than a padlock”
I was in the bathroom, carving on the stall door
“Get rich or die trying?” I just wrote “don’t starve”
[Bridge]
Head down, hoodie low, pulse racing
Every corner feel like a cross, like a grave shifting
If I fall, who gon’ carry what I built, huh
If I call, who gon’ answer in the filth, huh
[Verse 5]
Scrollin through the past like a feed I hate
Old texts, unsent, all the things too late
My name in your mouth when the scene got cold
Now Im iced to the touch, but the heart still bold
Late night, same room, but the space feels strange
Every corner of the crib got your name engraved
You said forever, then you left on read
Left your hoodie on the chair like a spare regret
[Chorus]
I got ghosts in my phone, they all sound like you (yeah)
Every ring, every buzz, deja vu
Try to wipe the screen, but you bleed right through
I got ghosts in my phone, they all sound like you (like you)
I got ghosts in my phone and they call on loop
Every maybe later just feels like proof
You ain’t here, still you haunt my truth
I got ghosts in my phone, they all sound like you
[Verse 6]
New name, same number when the hurt drop in
You a contact I should block, but the will too thin
Friends say, Move on, they aint lived my script
They aint seen how a simple little seen can hit
I hit play on a voicemail, heart skip, then crash
You laugh in my ear, then it cuts to static
I could smash this screen, still youd stay inside
In the cracks, in the glass, in the quiet of my pride
[Chorus]
I got ghosts in my phone, they all sound like you (oh)
Every ring, every buzz, deja vu
Try to wipe the screen, but you bleed right through
I got ghosts in my phone, they all sound like you (all you)")
