firee

dopamine

NOAM

1. manic episode of random structure, transposed vocals and off-tone instrumental to simulate something is wrong

2. panic, anxiety attack simulation through heart beat sounds and sampled breathing. everything that makes me lay awake at night.

3. the aftermath of a panic attack and the thoughts of realization and sorrow post episode

4. a conversation between friends of their hardships and inner thoughts about the situation they've been thtough

lapse w/ alain

acme

hysteria

7 reasons why you hate yourself

it's something i don't think about that often cus it hurts

but i know that the day will come, and when it comes my world will burn

i hold memories and messages, like feathers on a bird

i just hope that time won't pass us by 

and we feel just what we're worth.


i don't wanna say i love you too late

know you got a lot on your plate

i just hope that i could repay everything x2


it's something i don't think about that often cus it hurts

but i know that the day will come, and when it comes my world will burn

i hold memories and messages, like feathers on a bird

i just hope that time won't pass us by 

and we feel just what we're worth.

i don't wanna be alone 

(spanish)

es algo en lo que no pienso que a menudo porque duele

pero sé que llegará el día, y cuando llegue mi mundo arderá

tengo recuerdos y mensajes, como plumas en un pájaro

Solo espero que el tiempo no nos pase

y sentimos lo que valemos.


no quiero decir que te amo demasiado tarde

sabes que tienes mucho en tu plato

Solo espero poder pagar todo x2


es algo en lo que no pienso que a menudo porque duele

pero sé que llegará el día, y cuando llegue mi mundo arderá

tengo recuerdos y mensajes, como plumas en un pájaro

Solo espero que el tiempo no nos pase

y sentimos lo que valemos.

no quiero ser solo :(

too late.

less of you.

a little gift i guess. i love yall. all of these songs r either unreleased or just unfinished ideas i will probably never finish.

mama

INNO (kimj zac greer dwork)

mitsu - questions

wa reu reu

Lyrics:

Count my money up, my paper high as fuck
This gas I'm smoking on
You can't tell me shit
I got yo' bitch up on my dick (ha, ha)
Like can she handle it
You wanna' be me, you playin' pretend
Poppin' tags, I love to spend
Yo' bitch grabbin' on my pants 

+63, gon' take a flight to the Philippines
Cause' bitch why not
Matcha meditation, Margiela my fucking fragrance, uh
Bitch I went to Thailand just to do a money spread with baht (yea-)
Drinking out in Hongdae, I came back with blurry won 

Bitch I got it, I'm on go
Hella bitches, designer clothes
Went to LA from the snow
I went to LA for a show
Mix it up Vetements coat
My pants always Hyein Seo
Still sippin' on that Jinro
I make yo' bitch get down below 

Count my money up, my paper high as fuck
This gas I'm smoking on
You can't tell me shit
I got yo' bitch up on my dick (ha, ha)
Like can she handle it
You wanna' be me, you playin' pretend
Poppin' tags, I love to spend
Yo' bitch grabbin' on my pants (저눈) 

I know we not built the same
But me and the bros in New York and we speedin' through red lights
Yeah, jet lag got me tweaking
Asiana flight, yeah, this a red-eye
I'm rocking Miyake, Issey
Got no time for these hoes lil' bitch I'm busy
Yeah, came a long way from the Y-3
Got the soju its making me dizzy 

Y'all clones problematic
Yeah, y'all ain't on my status
My boots on bozo, count my guap lil' bitch I'm countin' cabbages
Bad bitch hit me up she a 10/10
Call me a baker I'm making my bread
That bitch wanna' fuck but I just want the head
I'm eating good bitch I feel like Quang Tran 

+63, gon' take a flight to the Philippines
Cause' bitch why not
Matcha meditation, Margiela my fucking fragrance, uh
Bitch I went to Thailand just to do a money spread with baht (yea-)
Drinking out in Hongdae, I came back with blurry won 

Bitch I got it, I'm on go
Hella bitches, designer clothes
Went to LA from the snow
I went to LA for a show
Mix it up Vetements coat
My pants always Hyein Seo
Still sippin' on that Jinro
I make yo' bitch get down below

asiana freestyle

www.instagram.com/mitsooya
www.instagram.com/kuru

@mitsooya、 guapsamnida
prod 23slaughter @kggn

(lyrics)

Bitch pussy stink had to cover up my nose
Bitch pussy stink had to cover up my nose
Bitch pussy stink had to cover up my nose-, no-

Bitch I'm running up numerics
What the fuck that shit mean nun' to me
Money coming in, money coming thru my fucking screen
Bitch I'm fluent in these languages
That money talk, that guapanese
L.G.B my parka, got that aesynctx on my fucking seams

Yo bitch wanna' fuck, told her no, i can't fuck with these hoes
Yo bitch pussy stink, had to cover up my nose
B-bitch I'm off this gas I feel the smoke up in my throat
Bad bitch up on my dick she feel it all up in her throat

Put her in Celine
Put that bitch up in some mink
Bitch I make what I want, I got versatility
Yo bitch all up in my dms saying she like how I sing
"How the fuck you sing like keshi then hop on a jerk beat?"

Oh my god, 예상했어 나
Yasuyuki jeans, she gon' take them bitches off
Rollin' up a spliff, take a hit, try not to cough
Flight up to korea just to money spread w 원

Bitch I'm running up numerics
What the fuck that shit mean nun' to me
Money coming in, money coming thru my fucking screen
Bitch I'm fluent in these languages
That money talk, that guapanese
L.G.B my parka, got that aesynctx on my fucking seams

Yo bitch wanna' fuck, told her no, i can't fuck with these hoes
Yo bitch pussy stink, had to cover up my nose
B-bitch I'm off this gas I feel the smoke up in my throat
Bad bitch up on my dick she feel it all up in her throat

guapsamnida prod 23slaughter kuru

skin&bone

trauma

gold

How Does It Feel - ian & 2hollis

afraid (feat. nate sib)

POP OUT

been awhile
produced by hilen

lyrics:

too much I can’t say
too much I can’t break
too real for my own sake
too real for a pump fake
you bitches only care bout profit
my pride and my ego, my toxin 
all wind, I don’t care bout caution
got lost in the sound and found it

got lost in the sound and found it
it’s too loud to hear you calling
(it’s too loud in here)
got lost in the sound and found it
(i found it)
all wind, I don’t care bout caution

too much to push down cause the feeling’s too real
one thought till I pop and my brains spill
I’d bite but the guilt drives me ill
I don’t really wanna fit your appeal
my hair so long I could conceal
my face for a little bit longer
try to push you but your love gets stronger
you’re nothing like the way you talk
tryna be like me but you know you’re not
you could never put a label on me
my shit too big to fucking fit in your box 
I ain’t really tryna fit in for ya
not the way I’m ‘posed to
try to put me on a poster
(can’t do that)
it feels like torture

you bitches only care bout profit
my pride and my ego, my toxin 
all wind, I don’t care bout caution
got lost in the sound and found it

got lost in the sound and found it
it’s too loud to hear you calling
(it’s too loud in here)
got lost in the sound and found it
all wind, I don’t care bout caution

too much

Produced by sélavy
Everything else by spoder


Lyrics:

Let it go
It takes one to know one
Lay it all down on the floor
Can’t get up both my legs have gone sore
What do you do it for?
Now ain’t the right time
But when is it ever? Love,
Too old for the bug bites
Now they’re chewing me up

Doing laps, let it spiral down
Cough a white lie right up oh
Cause I need ya, I do
Hard to break in my boots
Oh you’re spinning me round
Hold it forever
Or 'til it's convenient
It's all for your leisure
I'm all but defeated
Whatcha see?
I work until I bleed
Don’t run away from it, this loving, this loving
Don’t run away from it, this loving, this loving

Let it go
It takes one to know one
Lay it all down on the floor
Can’t get up both my legs have gone sore
What do you do it for?
Now ain’t the right time
But when is it ever? Love,
Too old for the bug bites
Now they’re chewing me up

Bug Bites

spoder