This is my last upload here. I'm just so tired...This whole freaking place is flooded by AI songs, and top of that people commenting on these obvious AI songs. Another thing that grinds my gears: no matter how shitty song I make, there will be a bot (or real human) commenting on it like "wow... this is best song ever... you got something going on there... would you like to be played on college radio?" or "You need audience, let me help you promote your song". I once tried college radio and now I'm 20 euros or something poorer. Here is only scammers and AI. I assure you, that if there's one comment about promotion or college radios or anything similiar, I will find that guys IP address and street address, I will gothere, freeze my own piss and put it down in the letterbox as a pissicle. IF you want to see me elsewhere, shoot me a message. This song is coming to spotify in two weeks, if you would like to presave/show some love: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/mimozsa/tonight Lyrics: Girl you bad, you sweet like cinnamon Got me grinning and spending my Benjamins If you got 20 friends fit them all in the Benz We both know you never been innocent Don't mind me at all, i'm so foolish When I see somebody like you, girl, I lose it Don't need much to keep the shit moving I just do my thing and I do it Heads turning when I hit the scene Thoughts dirty but my whip's so clean Shawty got some cake in them jeans Type of girl I see in my dreams Hidden in the morning, feel I'm living in a dream I don't wanna wait a minute when you're coming in with me When we flow into the ceiling Get it higher than the beam You're a 10 out of 10, that's a tendency I just wanna feel your love tonight That's what I'm asking for I just wanna feel your love tonight That's what I'm asking for I just wanna feel your love tonight I just wanna feel your love tonight I just wanna feel your love tonight That's what I'm asking for I just wanna feel your love tonight That's what I'm asking for Two phones bring a stress on silent One cool home, that's mom stay vibrant Plus got nits, same strip, same sirens I took flights, flipped pain into guidance New postcode, but my slang's still Brixton New crowd, but my stunt's still friction If I eat well, then the team in the kitchen If I blow up, then we all on a mission more