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Ghost Ryder & Glass Foxes

FHFL

6

Hip-Hop/Rap

FHFL was released on May 29, 2026 by Good Vibes Only as a part of the album FHFL - Single

Song Details

AlbumFHFL - Single

Release DateMay 29, 2026

LabelGood Vibes Only

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

daniel lares

Other Instrument

Laurielle Myong

Laurielle Myong

Other Instrument

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

daniel lares

Songwriter

Laurielle Myong

Laurielle Myong

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

daniel lares

Co-Producer

Laurielle Myong

Laurielle Myong

Co-Producer

Lyrics

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

Im elevated without being medicated

Killing beats like im obligated

MJ faded, anticipated

Where the future has originated

We stay hated but we vibin'

Steady thrivin', they bark as we bitin'

With a venom, we gon' get em

There aint no stoppin' this momentum

We growin bigger, hittin figures

That cause system seizures

Yo girls a pleaser, at my leisure

Futures unknown, ill be the teacher

As a preacher with the AI gospel

Even if most become hostile

With the simple mention of this tool

We use the ridicule as fuel

And its got us feelin

I'm feelin' high

Take a pill for it.

I'm feelin' low

Write a bill for it.

I'm feelin' high

Got a Dope a mean deficit

I'm feelin' low

Checking right out of the Sarah Tone Inn

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

I'm feelin' high

I watch a broad carst, a fraud carst, an odd little plod-cast

You sit in a chair and you stare at a camera to sell us a god-mask

A mod-cast, a modern disaster, a master of nothing but yapping

I'm napping, I'm tapping my watch

Stop it

I pop pieces of high paw thesis,

A micro-dose of the psycho-rosis

A tight neurosis to fight the locusts

I'm quite the hostess with a bite atrocious

So spill a full cup of your fill ah sew fee

Catch a slow fee for a cat ah strow fee

You a trophy wife to a WiFi signal

A miserable literal digital pigeonhole

Pecking the crumb off the drum of my ear

I'm dumbing it down but it's still too severe

So skip to the tip of the lip and I nip at the neck of a hypocrite

Sip a bit, dip a bit, rippin' the grip of the script you were given it

Isn't it sick? The arithmetic

Clickin' the bait with a stick and a brick

You a tick on a dog, in a bog, in a fog

With a log up your- nah

I gotta re-center, the temperature plummeting

Under the weather I'm pummeling

Stumbling into a room full of mummies and dummies and

Para sites

Pair of sights

Lookin' right through ya

Hal a lu ya? Nah, I'll elude ya

I'm a barracuda in a shallow puddle

Leave 'em all befuddled in a huddle, tryna cuddle with a

Muddle-minded, double-binded, trouble-finding

Bubble-wrap your fragile ego

Watch it pop

I'm feelin' high

Hi, hello, I'm the hype-hypnotic

I'm feelin' low

Low-key psychotic, a lo-fi narcotic

No lie, I plotted a whole lotta, no-fly exotics

To total a local who hope I forgot him

I don't hold grudges I hoard 'em in orbit

Absorb 'em and morbidly morph into

Some kinda orphan of war with a corporate

Sponsorship, honestly Y'all are just nauseous.

Just a

Pawn in a pond full of plastic

Spastic, fasting for internet traffic

Laugh at the half-wits

Tryna sell me the Al Fa male, half a tale, laughing trail

Grasping at a gasping frail, brass ring, but it's massive fail

You a cap ah list, capital-less, capping a list

A wrap-a-wrist watch with a scratch on the glass of it

Passive aggressive, a massive obsessive, you passing the message

But starving for leverage

Carcass to carve on the edge of a precipice

The worst key to turn is the one in your own back

A wind-up toy in a void, paranoid of the cold facts

Bone cracked, phone hacked, glued to the doom feed

A shoe-string guru who spews what a fool read

It's gruel, it's cruel, it's dual-screen dueling

You're fueling a pool of the drooling, it's grueling!

So pull up the mic, hit record, tell 'em how to be alpha...

Tell 'em how you mastered the matrix and managed the trauma...

Tell 'em how you're so damn enlightened and perfectly calm...

When your hands are shaking, you're faking, you're breaking, because

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

Yea let me tell em Glass Tactics rule number 808

She said y'all's loose lips be sinkin' ships

Quick slips trigger eclipse level apocalypse

Yap addicts with a bad habit

Crash landin, stranded on abandoned planets

No need for enemies the damage is self inflicted

As predicted almost feels scripted

Addicted to the leaks of your mental fleet

Now your crew lookin at you like your obsolete

Tea sippin' serotonin, nose divin' dopamine

Motor mouth overdose, codeine in the vocal stream

Anything for control, even if you combust

Every word another hole in the hull of your trust

I seen star runners spiral from the paranoia

Parade around performin' like they royalty for ya

Their orbits get distorted when the stories get enormous

They live in torment when they can't keep up the performance

You hallucinate that your great, take the bait

Hyperventilate, regurgitate the hate you generate

Hearing voices more frequent than a schizophrenic

Not realizing its cuz none of you are authentic

Meanwhile I'm moonlit, lucid, movin' through the madness

High rise mindset, anti gravity status

Y'all self destruct from the need of validation

While I stay afloat with self love as my only medication

Yea it's got me feelin like

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

I'm feelin' high

I'm feelin' low

Written by: Laurielle Myong, daniel lares

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