I Tried Learning Beat Making in 7 Days… (FULL JOURNEY)

Опубликовано: 02 Июнь 2026
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Day 1,206/1340

0:17 Day 1 (Melodies)
2:26 Day Final melody
3:19 Day 2 (Drums)
5:32 Day 2 First Beat
7:42 Day 2 Second Beat
9:06 Day 3 (Sampling)
13:45 Day 3 Final Beat
16:19 Day 4 (Digicore)
22:01 Day 4 Final Digicore Beat
24:32 Day 5 (Ai Challenge)
26:47 Day 5 First Beat
28:55 Day 5 Second Beat
29:52 Day 6 (Jerk)
32:51 Day 6 Final Jerk Beat
35:04 Day 7 (Final beat/songs)
37:44 Day 7 First Beat
42:37 Day 7 Second Beat
44:56 Day 7 First Horrible Song
46:24 Day 7 Second Horrible Song


LYRICS TO THE BEATS
FUCK FL STUDIO
THEY REALLY TRYNA CHRAGE ME 100 TO SAVE THIS BEAT BRO
FUCK MORPHINE
I ALREADY SAVED IT OMG BRO
NOW I'VE TO REMAKE THE WHOLE FUCKING BEAT
FUCK THAT SHIT
212 flying, I’m swervin’ lanes, pissed off that bitch

Niggas textin’, I ignore that shit

Money keep callin’, I’m onto that shit

Exhaust crack loud when I floor that bitch


Niggas act weird, I ain’t stress that shit

212 slidin’, the dash all lit

Foot on gas, I’m driftin’ that bitch

Cash keep stackin’, I can’t fold for shit


Whole squad quiet when I slide that bitch

Too many fake niggas switch too quick

Money come fast, yeah I’m onto this

No new friends, no new bitch

High as fuck, still feel pissed

Mind on cash, I just drift through it

Still pissed off, but I’m built through it

Niggas act weird, I ain’t stress that shit

Move too quiet, I don’t say that shit

Niggas textin’, all up my dick

Money keep callin’, I’m onto that shit

Exhaust crack loud when I floor that bitch

Niggas act weird, I ain’t stress that shit

Alarm go off, I’m late to it

Boss on my line, I don’t take that shit

Waking up mad, I don’t want that shift

Still gotta show up, I hate that shift

I can’t wait ‘til I’m rich off this

Quit that job, I don’t miss that shit

FUCK EVERYONE (X4)

2ND BEAT LYRICS
yeah I’m up, I don’t sleep no more

fake friends text, I don’t read no more

work feel fake, I don’t need that floor

heart go glitch when I speed that Porsche


money talk loud, I hear that noise

too many faces, I don’t trust these boys

late night drive just to kill that void

engine scream like it’s breakin’ noise


swervin’ life like a broken lane

too much stress in my fuckin’ brain

clock out life, I don’t feel that pain

I just speed through all the same old days


no new friends, I reject that call

fake love spam, I ignore it all

no new friends, I reject that call

fake love spam, I ignore it all

phone on DND, let it never ring

lost in the night, I don’t feel a thing


engine loud when I hit that street

backroad drift, I don’t miss that sleep

money on mind, I don’t chase no heat

I just move fast, I don’t feel defeat


same old life, I don’t want that back

too many lies in a fake-ass pack

heart too numb, I don’t talk that slack

I just speed off, never looking back

too much noise, I mute that world

life on repeat but I still don’t care

if I fall then I fall in speed

don’t look back, that’s not what I need

life on repeat but I don’t care

I just drift through empty air

engine loud when I hit that street

backroad drift, I don’t miss that sleep

money on mind, I don’t chase no heat

I just move fast, I don’t feel defeat

same old life, I don’t want that back

too many lies in a fake-ass pack

heart too numb, I don’t talk that slack

I just speed off, never looking back

too much noise, I mute that world

life on repeat but I still don’t care

if I fall then I fall in speed

don’t look back, that’s not what I need

life on repeat but I don’t care

night too cold but I like that chill

no real love, I don’t chase that thrill

heart on low, but I still feel strain

fade out slow while I leave that frame

no more talk, I don’t chase that fame

empty streets when I leave that place

no more noise, just open space

heart still low but I found my pace

lost in motion but it feel like grace