DG Mula - Part Ways

 DG MULA PART WAYS - SINGLE

When Loyalty Ain’t Enough: DG Mula Breaks Down the Pain in “Part Ways”

Sometimes, the realest love stories don’t end with a happy ending — they end with silence, space, and two people going their separate ways. That’s the energy DG Mula brought to his latest single “Part Ways” — a brutally honest, pain-laced anthem that hits different when you’ve been through betrayal, heartbreak, or just grew apart from someone you swore was forever.

Coming off his Heartbreak Hotel project, Part Ways ain’t just a song — it’s a reflection. The kind of track you play when you’re tired of explaining yourself. When you gave your all, stayed down, moved different — and still got played. Mula raps like he’s in the middle of that final conversation you never got to have. The one where you don’t sugarcoat shit, you just speak your truth and leave.

What makes this record cold is how personal it feels. The production is stripped back — emotional, melodic — but the bars are sharp, unforgiving. It’s like he’s mourning a love that died slow. No yelling. No chaos. Just distance, pain, and acceptance.

He’s not asking for sympathy — he’s just saying what a lot of us never do out loud: “I had to part ways... not because I wanted to... but because I had to.”

If you’ve ever outgrown somebody you still love, or walked away from someone who couldn’t match your loyalty, this one gon’ speak to your soul. And that’s the beauty of what DG Mula doing with this tape. Every song feel like a chapter in a diary we were never supposed to read. Raw. Unfiltered. Necessary.

Run it up. Sit with it. And if you feel it — you know what he meant when he said, “Sometimes you gotta leave just to save what’s left of you.”

Cold Summer Nights - Trilogy

Cold Summer Nights - A Trilogy That Speaks for the Voiceless By Forrest Bridges

They say music is therapy — but for some of us, music is the only way we ever got to speak. That’s what Cold Summer Nights is. It’s not an album. It’s not a playlist. It’s a trilogy of truth. Three chapters carved from pain, silence, and survival. And it came from me — Forrest Bridges — straight outta Milwaukee, straight off 51st Street, straight from the scars I had to live with.

This will be my first ever project. A real introduction. Not to who I want people to think I am — but to who I really been. This ain’t industry music. This is for the ones who seen too much and said too little. The ones who walk through funerals like routines. The ones who wrote their first verse on a prison bunk with a torn-up Bible page as a bookmark. This is for the ones who flinch when the wind blow too hard 'cause it sound like somethin’ they survived.

Part 1 - Survival. That first chapter? It’s straight from the trenches. Every verse came from nights I didn’t know if I was gonna see the next sunrise. Writin’ pain in a cold house. Sleepin’ with a weapon not because I wanted to — but because I had to. My brother got dropped in front of me. A bullet missed me by inches. I was numb. Hurt. Lost. So I rapped my way through it. That’s all I had left.

Part 2 - Reflection. By the second chapter, I wasn’t tryin’ to be hard no more. I was tryin’ to understand the pain. Why love feel like betrayal. Why I could give so much and still be the one left empty. It’s the cold reality of havin’ a big heart in a city where loyalty gets you killed. I wrote every bar in that one while learnin’ how to forgive the world — and myself — for everything I couldn’t fix.

Part 3 - Armor. Final chapter? That’s when I stopped expectin’ peace and started buildin’ my own. I ain’t bitter. I’m just done pretendin’. Final Freeze was me lettin’ the world know I still feel — I just ain’t showin’ it like I used to. I buried a lot of versions of myself to make it here. And now, I rap for the ones still stuck in the snow.

Every bar in this trilogy got weight. Every line is a piece of my soul that the streets didn’t steal. Ain’t no features. Ain’t no hooks unless they meant somethin’. Just machine-gun flows and truths most people too scared to say out loud.

Cold Summer Nights is for anybody who ever felt invisible in their own city. For anybody who watched love turn cold. For the ones still carryin' the weight of what they couldn’t say. This ain’t just music. It’s a reflection. A warning. And a message.

From 51st Street to the studio mic. From bunk beds to black ice. I lived it. I wrote it. And now I’m givin’ it to the world — raw, unfiltered, and honest.

This is Cold Summer Nights. And this is just the beginning.

Project drops April 30th.

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