Free Sad Type Beat - "Help Me" 

*can someone help me?*

This song reminds me of the past, what destroys us is our own mind

As vezes falto ânimo as vezes falta amor mas ando perdendo a fé eu sinto que não posso perder o amor porque esse mundo ja tá muito vazio.. recolhendo os pedaços que ainda restam de mim não sei se devo sonhar ou obstinar eu tão jovem com a cabeça tão turbulenta tentando buscar uma direção só vejo coisas vazias no caminho tentando me sugar mas eu só quero os braços de Deus e o teu sentir quando eu lutava pra provar o melhor de mim pros meus pais

Help" me" paths all most crashed and my thoughts brought it deep when i speak! Raspo ! Amazing so much Heart u put And ur music ❤!

Perfection🔥💪🏽

Wow❤ This is amazing. Thank you Raspo 🥺

Damn once again a amazing deep going beat bro, keep it up!💯🔥

nice vocal chops

Raspo this is so beautiful ❤❤

#65 Ni en mil años Tu sonrisa con forma de medialuna Contigo al lado nada me asusta Tu voz la única ayuda De tantas energías la tuya la más pura Contigo hasta la inmortalidad es un regalo No me cansaría ni en mil años De noche mi armadura ante el daño De día mi alegría cuando nos cruzamos Supe que de un diez pase a un once Cada vez que sentía tus roces En el arcoiris tantos tipos de colores Ni uno tan fuerte como la mezcla de nuestros amores Cuando aceptaste supe que había vencido Algo imposible de haber creído Nuestros hilos entrelazados Cuando mi camino estaba cortado Aún recuerdo el gris antes Que hasta tornaba en negro con algunas variantes Una nube encima gigante Un reflejo de mi mediocridad constante Lo único creativo era mi propia tortura Resquebrajado ante mi sombra muda Cuanto duraría era mi duda Incluso extintas las ganas de furia Pues ese vaso había colapsado Mi cráneo sobrepasado Muchas ideas y ningún resultado Hacia solo círculos pensando en cuadrados Una época así recordarla me apena Pero impulsa como me sacaste de mis penas Fuiste la red ante un lago de tinieblas No pertenecía a esas aguas me tiraron desde fuera Para mí chispa tu fuiste la vela Te protegeria como una almeja a su perla Eres todo lo que una persona espera En mi eterno invierno fuiste mi primavera Y espero no la última Por siempre te voy a amar No te permitiría ni dudar Para mí dicha un iman

Beautiful instrumental 🙏🏻

I love how you often re-use samples. It helps make it possible for artists to make a "part2" or a remix to further explore the emotions they put into the first song.

Something about the vocals is just beautiful idk what but they just feel perfect with the melody❤Beat is overall amazing it has the emotional part that matches the title word for word so like always Thank you Raspo❤🙏🏽

Your music ❤🥺

Good one ❤

Love it. Beat Siiick❤

Big Bett bro ❤

Use to call out for help Now i dont even bother To silence to reach the sound Hell bound to the ground 6 feet wheres my coffin? I need spiritual healing They say theres guidance So I'm praying in the silence Praying in the silence x3 Mmmhmmm Yeah im close to the gound About ten feet down I'm meaning in soul Got so much I needed to let go Meaning so many moments in my Brian cells Bust them out so I wouldn't have to recall the memories of what was Bust them let them free so I can be Free Instead I'm hell bound 6 feet where's my coffin I need spiritual healing They say there's guidance So I'm praying in the silence

Best❤

0:17 Standing in front of the mirror on a Thursday night while applying lipstick, you will suddenly stop. Can't think of anything 💜🥀 All around will be stunned immediately. Three quarters of the eyes will be depressed. At the very end, the love of the husband will be in one part!! You will quickly remember, there was a mischievous person who called your dry lips beautiful. At that time, even if you don't want to, tears will flow from the corners of the eyes where the bridegroom was loving. The groom will come and knock on the door, knock knock, wipe your eyes with the sari and open the door. He won't understand anything, and you won't understand anything either. The storm that was happening in your chest a few seconds ago, he will say with a smile, wash your hands and face...🪻 Nature will teach you, life has to cover a lot of things!! 🙂🪻

you are so talented dude!

Good job 🔥🫰❤️😍✨️

I can't cap, Raspo you and sleepless beats should make a song together. You are my inspiration. I'm in middle school and got out of a recent breakup. I needed help, but no one came. I always end up dreaming about all that we've been through. Sometimes it hurts when my brother says "Look at him, you know you want him back" or "You messed up big time." I changed. I don't let people boss me around and call me names while I sit there looking like I'm just moving to earth (I'm not that soft, but that's what my brother said). I have his snap but I don't plan on talking to him just looking at photos. I lost another close friend who wrote me letters of "I H8 U" last week. My sister and I are preparing to talk to his dad today so I am not as worried as I would have been last year. Anyway, I am proud of myself (I know it sounds stupid) but through everything, heartbreaks, depression, family and trust issues, etc. AND I NEVER LET GO. We've got your back and support, just let go and CHANGE. I love you.

RASPO I SEE YOU!!!!

Dam very nice beat i can feel the emotion 🙏🙏

dope!!

This cover art is dope

nice dude!!

masterpiece ❤❤

Mano ficou muito top está de parabéns gostei mesmo a harmo ia a batida tudo mexe com o nosso emocional. Eu vou usar está musica de fundo para o meu video motivacional no meu canal, mais vou dar crédito ta bom que não tiver problema pra você, obrigado. E muito top o seu canal.

Everyone is judgmental or say their on your side, now you just gotta hope they are on your side. People always trying to do something better then you it’s your choice weather you allow that to happen or you can be the best you and work your hardest to achieve what your going for. We all start somewhere now you get to choose if your going through with it if you continue or if you’ll go out with a bang I can’t tell you what to do but people are here for a reason. They have a purpose. Fulfill that goal and you’ll be set. Fuck everything everyone and anything that gets in your way. Your doing this for a reason remeber. Now is the time to show everyone what your made of and what you can be. Be you and only you. Don’t let small simple stupid shit make you fall when you can use it to your advantage to rise to the top. This is PCE and I wish you all luck!

awesome!

Super 🥺🥺

Amazing beat

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Fire 🔥🔥

Fine beat

Good! 🔥

Nice ❤️❤️❤️

nice one!!

Crying

Wow so perfect 👍🏻

Thanks bro

Good luck 😩💔.

love it

clean

So good bro

Ты чего такой грустный?). У других ещё хуже. Не забывай об этом и всё что у тебя будет для тебя прекрасно 🫣👍

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Hi, this is the perfect beat ever for my song I think.. Can I use this to record my video with the my self written lyrics?

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Good instrumental 😢

Bulamam kendimi Kaybettim Terkettim Bunlar bak önemli değil Gelecek zamana inanmak istemezdim Rüyalara daldım lan ben Geriye dönüşü olmaz yollar Benden uyumamı isterdin ben cenazemde el sallarken

Yordam bergin menga axir sensiz ogir bulgin yaqin

i feel like im dying on inside losing my myself, everyday, each night screaming voices in head don't stay quiet talking down on myself, i know it ain't right like saying i won't change or, maybe saying im a mistake why, do i think negatively like, these words won't affect my mind

Кайгурма аслима мени сан сегинма йешинни корсатма кайнинга карима Сени ман сойганда билмидин конлумни Сана ман тилайман бахитлик болушни

jjO mundo vai querer fazer vc perder tudo Até vc entende oq vc q no futuro N te deixam escolher só querem ver vc mudo Até vc saber e escolher pular o muro Para de achar q todo mundo q seu bem Eles vão falar Q se n fizer vai ser ngm Na vida Vc tem saber Enxerga Um motivo pra viver parar i. isso não vou fazer se n for eu vai ser qm t jjSe vc n controla sua vida Ele vão controla pra vc Eu sei q as vezes pode se sofrida Mas se tem que apanhar pra aprender h Só eu sei oq eu sofri oq eu passei só eu vi qd eu caí n tava aqui me reergue e consegui vc A verdade dói mais q um tapa A mentira te conforta Minha sanidade tá quebrada A fraqueza já bateu na porta

Yeah, Ain't nothin ever happy anymore I don't even know how to say I'm happy anymore, All a sudden I feel like I'm being eaten through my core all the struggles that I have feelin like I'm through a war yeah there's more of those, People say we're gods but a few are chose, to be a certain fkn way yeah you say it bold but, Believe me it's okay that were vulnerable in a certain sorta state where we honor those that are sorta different, but people put us down cause we're different I don't really know how avoiding all your wishes gonna get us any further to are mission, but since I'm lackin motives I just may up ending missing

Thả hồn vào làn mây, ngắm nhìn từng hàng cây Anh vẫn lê bước qua dãy trọ ấy hàng ngày Những tâm trạng trong anh càng ngày càng dày Và đỉnh điểm là sáng nay khi anh đã chẳng còn đủ sức ráng dậy Kiệt quệ từ tâm hồn đến thể xác Anh mong mình có thể trở thành 1 bản thể khác, không còn phải đau khổ dằn xé vì việc em không còn nơi đây Đã bao lần anh phơi thây bên bờ cát Nét mặt phờ phạc cùng những lời thở than Anh lại mơ màng về những lời hứa xưa giữa 2 ta Liệu đây là cái giá mà anh phải trả Vùi mình vào trong những hỗn độn không muốn thoát ra Anh dùng nước mắt để phác hoạ hình bóng mà anh đã ráng để buông bỏ Như con xuồng nhỏ, anh lại một mình lèo lái giữa đại dương mênh mông Cũng phải đành lòng, vì em xứng đáng với những chiếc du thuyền kiêu xa chứ không phải chiếc xuồng rách thêu hoa Dẫu biết những gì giờ đây anh làm chỉ còn là vô nghĩa Dẫu biết chỉ là nỗi nhớ mỗi khuya Thì anh cũng chẳng thoát ra được Linh hồn này đã bị trói buộc như thể phải chịu lời nguyền Đã quá lâu anh chẳng có ai ở bên để nói chuyện Chỉ biết ngồi viết như thằng tự kỉ Có lẽ vì anh cảm thấy nó còn chút thú vị Nhờ em mà anh đã được nếm đủ vị của tình yêu Từ lúc chỉ là 2 người lạ, rồi dần dần thành 2 tâm hồn hoà quyện vào nhau Đào sâu những nỗi đau cả 2 từng muốn giấu

ขอบคุณเธอมากที่ทำให้รู้สึกว่า ตัวฉันมันได้รู้สึกพลาด กับ เรื่องราว ที่ผ่านมาทั้งหมด ค่า

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Tell me why I never realized Nobody gives a damn if it doesn’t involve them Nobody will ever care to understand once you no longer have a helping hand Once you need someone to listen it’s like you’ll never hear from them again Fuck this, I’m sick of feeling like this Sick of writing songs about the same old bullshit I’m sick of living a life with lack of receptiveness I write lyrics that flow off of my lips, Truth be told, I never sing so people listen I freestyle to vent, to get shit off my chest Because I never ever wanna waste my breath On another soul who could care less when I take my final breath So fuck it, you’ll never ever help me Arguing with the inner me, the inner me screams She just wants to be seen The inner child wants healed but I wanna let her bleed Bleed out, I don’t wanna have her be a part of me I want her gone, I never ever wanna remember the shit she seen But I try to never admit it, never wanna believe that I feel so damn lonely I feel like I’m drowning Telling everybody I need help, but they all go As far as I know, I am so alone My heart is ice cold, caution tape around it It’s like a fucking construction zone

na mai rehaaa na mai bacha tut gayaaaaaa aaa mera khuda

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Great work ❤️

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I can’t help me Freestyle Should I drop made this this morning 😅

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If I make song on this beat, will youtube gives me a copyritght?

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🎉🎉🎉❤

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I'm at the 2nd stage of depression and i haven't shared my mental problem with anyone. I'm still fighting with my mental health alone💔🙂. I need help

Можно аренду возьму ответьте пожалуйста 😊

Sempre stato diverso non so chi stai decrivendo Mia madre affidaria non capiva cio che ho dentro Mi sveglio la mattina che sono sempre stanco, A scuola mi sedevo sempre all'ultimo banco Lo so che ti manco ma non me ne frega un cazzo Mi ricordo quando mi hai lasciato solo in mezzo a questa city pieno di cicatrici. Sempre in mezzo ai guai La davo sempre a crai quando non cera pa mi sentivo sempre perso Mi ritrovavo in qualche testo Ora quando guardo su mi sento sempre giu. Perso al buio in un loop Perche non ceri tu Questo mi rendera forte o mi portera alla morte Faccio su una canna seduto su una panco Guardo il mio passato ma mi sono gia scordato La violenza di mio padre e le sfridate di mia madre, lo continuo a pensare e lo metto in un testo. Ora ti chiedi perche sono sempre triste magari qualcosa è andato storto nel mio passato. Se le sigarette mi fanno pensare allora una canna mi fara dimenticare

Can I rap your music 😢

Затягивая это дым вспоминаю твои глаза Как ты смотрела и говорила ну жанм так нельзя Курить свякий дрянь

(Verse 1) Yo, I'm here to spill my story, let me unravel, About academic failures and how I started to travel, Through the corridors of my mind, lost and confused, Feeling like my dreams and aspirations were abused. I stepped into the classroom, aiming for success, But the pressure and expectations left me feeling less, Each test and exam became a battle to fight, But despite my efforts, my grades took a downward flight. I lost myself in the struggle, questioning my worth, Feeling like a failure, I lost my sense of mirth, But I realized failures are stepping stones to growth, So I gathered my strength, ready to take an oath. (Chorus) Academic failures, they cut deep like a knife, But I won't let them define my whole life, I'll rise above the setbacks, find my way back, And rediscover the fire, the passion I once had. (Verse 2) I started doubting my abilities, my intellect, Comparing myself to others, feeling so imperfect, But I learned that success is not just a grade on a paper, It's about perseverance and being a life shaper. I embraced my flaws, turned them into strength, Refusing to let academic failures define my length, I shifted my focus from numbers to personal growth, Finding solace in the journey, and that's the truth I boast. I explored new avenues, ventured into unknown, Discovered passions that were previously disowned, I found myself in art, music, and expression, Using my failures as fuel for self-reflection. (Chorus) Academic failures, they cut deep like a knife, But I won't let them define my whole life, I'll rise above the setbacks, find my way back, And rediscover the fire, the passion I once had. (Verse 3) Now I stand tall, a survivor of the academic game, Realizing that setbacks don't have to bring me shame, I've learned the true value of perseverance and belief, No longer confined by academic grief. So if you're feeling lost, trapped in academic despair, Know that it's not the end, there's still hope in the air, Embrace your failures, let them guide your way, And remember, it's never too late to seize the day. (Chorus) Academic failures, they cut deep like a knife, But I won't let them define my whole life, I'll rise above the setbacks, find my way back, And rediscover the fire, the passion I once had. (Outro) Academic failures may try to bring us down, But we'll rise again, wearing victory's crown, So let's keep pushing, never lose sight of our dreams, For in the face of failure, that's where true strength gleams.

Суруйбаппын - тэтэрээт буттэ, Урукку кумаагы билигин туптэ,

Nəqarət Aaa Yar məni atma getmə nolar Qal Sənin hər nəfəsin mənim üçün dəyərlidi Yar ×2 Yar məni atma Sənə pul çəkərəm belə banktan Nolar qal Nifrət oyatma özüvə qaaal😊

É 😕...

Lo siento mama, no lo sabes pero te prometí que nunca escribiría sobre esto Pero tengo una maraña en el pecho que solo desharé si la represento con textos Puede que no tenga la versión de mi padre, mas una injusticia no es justificable con contextos Y yo soy de los que le dan más importancia a la pastilla y la tragan sin leer el prospecto Y hoy proyecto esta herencia envenenada con la que convivo y con la que me bato en duelo Podría decir que esto es diferente, pero seguramente eso pensó mi padre con mi abuelo Y me duele mucho decir esto, te juro que me duele, pero siento que debo La única época donde el yayo ha sido buena persona inició con el final de sus recuerdos Tú te metes con la mama, la llamas inútil, la menosprecias y dices que estás hasta los huevos Hasta los huevos estoy yo, de oír a tanto cuervo quejándose de cantos ajenos De oír esos graznidos me he dado cuenta de lo mucho que me asemejo y me da miedo, Cada vez que me enfado ser para mi madre la luna de mar crepitante que tan solo es un reflejo Si hasta le has creado traumas, ¿Alguna vez te ha dicho el miedo que pasa cada vez que salimos De hotel? ¿Que reza porque no haya mucha gente porque sinó sabe que acabará en gritos? Gritos y gritos y gritos, es todo lo que he escuchado desde que era niño Por eso hago oídos sordos, o quizás me ensordecieron y por eso con el silencio convivo ¿Te ha contado alguna vez que piensa siempre que tuvo que irse al mes de haberte conocido, Por aquella vez que le tuviste una noche en vela por con el horario de una peli haberse confundido? Puede que ahí fuese culpable, aunque no te da derecho. Pero es que a veces no lo hay, pero lo buscas igualmente porque es más fácil perseguir al ladrón que afrontar lo que has perdido. ¿Cuántas veces le habré dicho que se divorcie, que a mí me dará igual mientras su senda siga recta? ¿Y cuántas veces me habrá dicho que no lo hace porque su sueldo no le da para una puta mierda? ¿Cuántas lágrimas habrán visto inhibido su manar tras escuchar esas contundentes respuestas? Sabiendo que hago como cuando me insultan en clase: digo que no, pero en el fondo me afecta Qué más de una vez te he oído decirle a mi madre cosas acerca de sus padres muertos. Qué es pesada con sus amigas, y tú cuando hablas de los pocos que tienes haces los días eternos. Me encantará verte cuando todos los tuyos se conviertan en abono para el huerto. Y cuando tú lo seas, sé que acabaré llorando aunque ahora me niegue rotundamente a hacerlo. No digo que haya sufrido más que nadie, ni siquiera considero que sea un rasgo de madurez Simplemente comparto este pensamiento que no quería pero tendría que haberlo hecho más de una vez He visto los ojos de un loco intemperante en la expresión sagaz y cuerda que emanaba su tez En el fondo somos iguales: hospedamos nuestra condición de hijos de puta, bajo una fachada de estrés Que tú ansiedad autodiagnosticada no vale de nada con las crisis que mi madre ha tenido por tu culpa Tienes menos rostro que máscara, esa cáscara de fruta que no deja ver tu supuesta dulce pulpa Afirmas que el resto tiene un cuchillo poco afilado con palabras titubueantes y sudor en la nuca Porque en el fondo sabes ser un cascarón vacío, y que tienes pocos granos pa' estar fardando de dunas ¿Te sorprende que tu abstrusa abigarrada realidad como un cuento de niños lea? A ti no, pero a mí me conozco mucho, y somos iguales, ya quedó claro en más de una pelea Yo sé que tú también eres inventor, y que el creador es por definición superior a su idea Y tú increíble inteligencia es como Dios, no hace falta que exista tan solo que se lo crean Y eso haces: dices que llenas las salas oscuras con haces, de luz. Y que por tu inmensidad es normal que algunos en la cruz, te claven. Eres swatzeneger si hablamos de biceps, Ariana si hablamos de voces. Como cristo multiplicas los peces, pero con mi madre nunca te he visto hacer las paces (de verdad). Y ya sé que no afecta en nada a lo mal persona que eres, pero haber si dejas el alcohol Igual así el más mísero ápice de desorden considerado "normal" te deja menos en shock Que ya es triste que en esencia tú única herencia sea un insidioso indicio de TOC Un fuerte estrés ante el tañido del tik tak. Y la tendencia al fingimiento delante del toc toc. No creas que se me olvida to' lo que me has hecho a mí, cuántas veces me has dejado de lado Quisiste hacerme bueno a base hostias, y te salió muy mal porque he salido muy malo Si pegas puñetazos a un ordenador cuando no funciona, quizás las primeras veces volverá a su estado. Pero te aseguro que a la larga su hardware quedará destrozado, y su estabilidad, anclada al pasado Eres un perfeccionista, que cuestiona el único ocho, de todos los nueves que he sacado Por eso quiero ser más perfecto de lo posible, y tiendo a tenerme infravalorado Achacas a la genética de mi madre cada error que cometo, y a la tuya, cada logro que hago Pues si esta canción resulta ser buena, no sé si agradecerte por lo bueno o por lo malo Al menos dejaste de obligarme a jugar al fútbol, después de mil veces de haberme negado Y quizás hayas reprimido ese recuerdo, pero por no hacerlo más de una vez se te fue la mano Me tenías llorando, me hiciste añicos con 7 tan solon añicos. ¿Y todo por qué? ¿Por no ser tu epílogo? ¿El final positivo de tus sueños frustrados? Pero volvamos al tema de las notas, que con esa mierda siempre me diste la nota. Y es irónico quela amonestación definitiva, te la esté dando yo sobre estas notas Una vez te dije que me desplomaba el cuello para sacar nueves, me dijiste: "Yo sacaba dieces" Nadie lo sabe, pero la impotencia que sentí ante tu torca mentira me hizo echar la pota. ¡Y estoy hasta la polla! ¡Estoy hasta la polla! De tener estas palabras de ácido estomacal durante anos, a medio centímetro de la boca. ¡Estoy hasta la polla! ¡Hasta la polla! De tener que consolar a mi propia madre, como si yo fuese su padre no me jodas. ¡Hasta la polla!, ¡Hasta la polla! ¡Estoy hasta la polla! De ver las horas lentas, las ojeras como moras y las esperanzas rotas. ¡Estoy hasta la polla! ¡Estoy hasta la polla! De tener niebla en los pulmones, una tormenta en el hígado y una ventisca en el cora.

What happen broh??

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