playboi carti x adrian type beat - "late night drive" (prod. adturnup) (slowed + reverb)

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  • Опубликовано: 11 янв 2025

Комментарии • 18

  • @ethandoessomestuff...8949
    @ethandoessomestuff...8949 14 дней назад +2

    this is makin me feel how those carti fan mades were makin me feel in 2018-2021

  • @evelinvaldes-st2jm
    @evelinvaldes-st2jm Год назад +7

    Literly underated as hell in my opion.

  • @rickys0fire230
    @rickys0fire230 Год назад +6

    Shit is insane keep going crazy and staying consistent forstclass

  • @ruitorres4436
    @ruitorres4436 10 месяцев назад +7

    IM FLOATING HOLY SHITTT

  • @Shivam-lj2uj
    @Shivam-lj2uj Год назад +2

    Listening to this high af

  • @Thetweakingpickle
    @Thetweakingpickle Год назад +2

    PEAK SHT KEEP IT UP

  • @johnathonvallery1357
    @johnathonvallery1357 Год назад

    Fire 🔥 beat

  • @3astbaby2800
    @3astbaby2800 День назад

    How can i use ur beats for reels ?

  • @Jesuslovesyou-jayj
    @Jesuslovesyou-jayj Месяц назад

    Chill

  • @LucasLoureiro286
    @LucasLoureiro286 Год назад +4

    🤓

  • @Wadiyatalkinabeet_
    @Wadiyatalkinabeet_ 3 месяца назад

    I miss her

    • @ciprianocosby8451
      @ciprianocosby8451 2 месяца назад

      It means she is no longer here on🌏🌎🌍 With us that's what you mean by that🤔

  • @tsumind
    @tsumind 25 дней назад +1

    Jukebox Genie
    I went and grabbed some Chinese buffet the other day,
    as I was making my way out, my fortune cookie said,
    "your true love is across from you."
    As I look into the distance, there is an old man on a park bench drinking a malt Mickeys outta a paper bag.
    I squint and look further, their is a little hole in the wall bar behind em.
    So I go and walk in.
    scan the room, go up to the bartender and ask for a Mickeys'. "we don't sell those here."
    Oh, I look over my shoulder back at the guy outside and he is gone.
    However, in the back right corner I notice, their is a jukebox.
    It had pearls and crystals all over.
    I turned back and told the bartender, "please give me whatever is on draft."
    Grabbing my beer I say, "keep the tab open."
    I scan the room, I sip and I move. sip and move.
    I drink and listen to the chatter in the bar. scan the room.
    I notice the jukebox has a quarter with a string screwed into the top...
    I just can't help but feel sorrow for this musical entity playing countless of hours of songs for these people, for free.
    I rummage in my pockets, -sigh- "bartender can I have some change?"
    I begin to flip through the jukeboxes pages, and start to mumble, "what are these fucking songs, what is this bar playing?"
    On Ln 25 and Col 37 it said "Jukebox Genie."
    scan the room. sip and move. sip and move. scan the room. sip and move. sip and move.
    Scan the room. sip and move. scan the room. sip and move.
    The jukebox genie begged me to grant three wishes so she could be free. So I played three songs.