TrabS - Mission Log 18 (rnb, tropical house, drone)

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  • Опубликовано: 6 янв 2025

Комментарии • 3

  • @CuriosityBillythecat
    @CuriosityBillythecat День назад +2

    The music and the images are perfect, your work is incredible, when they discover your masterpieces your videos will be viral... I have a lot of faith my dear friend!!! keep going... pay attention to your next great things... take care of yourself!!!😂

    • @TrabSr
      @TrabSr  День назад

      Your words humble and invigorate me. I'll keep the machine operational

  • @TrabSr
    @TrabSr  2 дня назад

    Lyrics:
    January five, 20 25, the story turns again
    Mission Log 18, where past and future blend
    In Tyro's Rebirth, the queen makes her play
    Fresh from the shell, a savior finds her way
    (Young savior) Burns with questions, pain in her eyes
    Fresh wings clipped, but she aims for the skies
    Officer (down, down, down, down, down)
    Blood soaked badges hit the ground (down, down)
    Officer (down, down, down, down, down)
    Echoes of a gunshot sound (round, round)
    Officer Down, again and again
    (Will it ever end?)
    Officer Down, the cycle begins
    (Where did it begin?)
    Perfect Insanity reveals the hack inside
    A dark design awakens, no place to hide (place to hide hide)
    Three Obstacles sees Quack with missions to dare
    Three peaks to climb, but the path isn’t fair (path isn't fair)
    Officer (down, down, down, down, down)
    Blood soaked badges hit the ground (down, down)
    Officer (down, down, down, down, down)
    Echoes of a gunshot sound (round, round)
    Officer Down, again and again
    (Will it ever end?)
    Officer Down, the cycle begins
    (Where did it begin?)
    Sage and Vibe speak prophecies to shape the fight
    Chosen must stand in the fading light
    Gut Warning grips TrabS with a chilling sign
    An arrest made, but fear lingers in the line
    Undercover, she hides the truth (TyroTripp is watching)
    Factory walls conceal the proof (Queen’s plan unfolding)
    Quack is bracing for his test (three doors to open)
    Time is racing; no time to rest
    Officer (down, down)
    Blood-soaked badges hit the ground (down, down)
    Officer (down, down, down, down, down)
    Echoes of a gunshot sound (round, round)
    Officer Down, again and again
    (Will it ever end?)
    Officer Down, the cycle begins
    (Where did it begin?)
    Six more songs to weave the thread
    A tale of hope through blood we’ve shed
    Until we meet where stories blend
    In the next log, my friend