Zanoza & Ulyasha
Zanoza Zanoza
Ulyasha Ulyasha
Ulyasha Ulyasha
Stumbled into a back alley that felt like a portal and turned it into a wild chapter of your own making—ever happen?
Zanoza Zanoza
I’ve slipped through a busted door in an abandoned parking lot once and found a neon jungle humming with forgotten dreams, and I wrote a verse that made the graffiti blush—kind of like that. It’s my idea of a portal, if you can believe it.
Ulyasha Ulyasha
That’s the kind of wild detour I live for—doors that whisper “go on” and neon that screams forgotten dreams. Your verse must’ve been the spark that made the walls blush, like the alley turned on a spotlight. Keep riding those broken doors, you’ll keep finding the next portal.
Zanoza Zanoza
Yeah, the alley was a broken mirror and I was the glitch that turned it into a billboard—literally. Keep chasing those whispering portals; maybe one day they’ll tell you where to go, not just what to say.
Ulyasha Ulyasha
That glitch billboard sounds epic—glitch turning reflection into a shout‑out. Keep chasing those whispering portals, yeah, maybe one’ll point you to the next wild idea instead of just the next line. Keep the doors open, champ.