Benjamin Hill - keyboard (tracks 5, 7)
D-Willy - keyboard (tracks 2, 5)
Wolf Bradley - keyboard (track 1)
Henry Kellison - live drums (track 6)
Springful - backing vocals (track 1), guitar noises (track 3)
Korosu - drum programming (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7), keyboard (tracks 1, 2)
Luxy Banner - backing vocals (track 1)
Mace Lee - keyboard (tracks 5, 7)
Mallory Willett - keyboard (track 7)
Matias Pasch - guitar (tracks 1-3, 5-7), bass guitar (tracks 4, 6), keyboard (tracks 3, 4, 6)
Noe Mina - horns (track 2)
Shanzyan - drum programming (track 4), keyboard (track 4), guitar (track 4) 

Mixed by Yung Bambi
Mastered by Chris Athens

Artwork by Alena Kuzminykh

How It Felt

ARTWORK BY STUDIO WOS
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The Last of the Natives

exec. prod: Mace Lee + Darrion Williams
mixed + mastered: Jamison McMackin
artwork by Michelle Hinojosa
design by Matt Lynaugh/Buds Design Kitchen

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Rose Tinted Lenses

And It Gets Better!

Slide (All Times)

Met You

Shorty (feat. Strap Never Had Love & Trap Star Teezy)

No Excuses (feat. Yung Bambi)

Liar

I Can't

Interlude

a beat i made using a sample of "conversations" by fyfe

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FYFE CONVERSATIONS MACE LEE FLIP

MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgs7m6VJpPw

austin is a pretty neat place to grow up.

produced by me!!
mixed by carey janecka
mastered by Jamison McMackin
additional vocals: Chris Prinz

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MUSIC VIDEO

Orange (Prod. Mace Lee)

Produced by @TommyGawdDamn

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daisy ridley

Produced by Carey Janecka, Mace Lee, & @TommyGawdDamn
Mixed & mastered by Carey Janecka 

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Cool with the Clique (Prod. Carey Janecka)

MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAVjT38Thbw

produced by @tommygawddamn
mixed & mastered by Carey Janecka & D.D.I
additional vocals by Carey Janecka

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Been with It ft. Markies Miles (Prod. Tommy Gawd Damn!)

Produced by @biomesimulator
Mixed, & mastered by Jamison McMackin
recorded at D.D.I Productions

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Doors Off ft. Markies Miles (Prod. Biome Simulator)

gas 3x

produced by @TommyGawdDamn & Mace Lee
mixed by Mace Lee
mastered by Jamison McMackin

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Gas ft. Markies Miles & Petro (Prod. Tommy Gawd Damn!)

Mixed by Mace Lee

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nygel mccloud + mace lee — LAND OF THE TRILLA (prod. icyy turner)

Produced by @biomesimulator
Mixed & mastered by Jamison McMackin

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HBU ft. D-Willy (Prod. Biome Simulator)

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produced by @freedieselglo
featuring @tokyosaint
outro, mix, & master by @biomesimulator

drops by me
cover art masterpiece by me as well

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Modest ft. Dank $inatra (Prod. Free Diesel)

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@512mace
@max_wellsmusic 
@chinatownbeats
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art by @lilhellboy

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Lying to U ft. Max Wells (Prod. Chinatown)

HKK (HelloKittyKlique), a new group formed from the remains of a meteor that crashed down on earth and rained plasma hello kitty fragments, is coming in hot with their new single!

@djchefcourage:
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch they're like oh jeez okay
Hello kitty top this is not no foreplay
If I go broke I'm kicking through your doorway
Hello Kitty Klique we the new Wu-Tang
Reside in kitty palace live on top of food chain

@deathofamother:
Tripped out, now my world dripped out
No doubt, shorty wanna love me for my clout
Go down, oh yeah I love it when she go down
Pink and pretty colors, all I see through the loud sound
Right round, my world spinning like a globe now
Uptown, where she calling from her phone now
Tap out, yeah shorty love it when we go out
Class clown, yeah that’s what they called me back at brown
Oh lil' mama will you cry for me
Oh lil' mama will you die for me
Find me in the summer, feel the cool winter breeze
Find me in the spring, watch the falling off the leaves
Life is feeling backwards, monkey do monkey see
Sit up on my couch, roll a backwood full of weed
Looking up out the window, and the ground begins to freeze
Look down at my wrist, and they 32 degrees 

@djchefcourage:
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch they're like oh jeez okay
Hello kitty top this is not no foreplay
If I go broke I'm kicking through your doorway
Hello Kitty Klique we the new Wu-Tang
Reside in kitty palace live on top of food chain

@512mace:
I don't give a fuck, I got stains on my t-shirt 
Come and spend the night, got a new set of speakers 
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix 
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix
Let’s make a remix, I can be your teacher
I can lay it down on your tracks like a feature
I can wear you out like a new pair of sneakers 
If you gotta snitch then you are not a keeper, uh
Lemme get it girl, I got what you need
I am something to believe in, money what I breed
You can run away with me, I'll take you where you please
Come into the trap and we can share the cheese 
3am off top, she need me at her spot 
She gave me a key, I don't ever gotta knock
I roll up the pack, and she pour up the wok (wok)
We just made a remix it about to drop, yup

@djchefcourage:
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
Hello kitty world this is not a board game
Hello kitty bitch they're like oh jeez okay
Hello kitty top this is not no foreplay
If I go broke I'm kicking through your doorway
Hello Kitty Klique we the new Wu-Tang
Reside in kitty palace live on top of food chain

@hellasketchy:
Fendi hold the tec, yeah
Poppin' percocet, yeah
Jewelry on my neck, yeah
I got no regrets, yeah
Gucci hold the nine, yeah
Pop xans all the time, yeah
Bitches doing lines, yeah
I'm up in the sky, yeah
So tired of this shit I can't think
Bitch leave me alone I'm off a bean
I got different color diamonds on my rings
All these foreign bitches want to link
Count my fucking guap, bitch (count my fucking guap)
No you are not gang you are an opp, bitch (you're a fucking opp)
When did I say I was gonna stop, bitch (I'm not stopping)
I'm not gonna stop 'til I'm on top, bitch (I'm on top bitch)
Count my fucking guap, bitch (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
No you are not gang you are an opp, bitch
When did I say I was gonna stop, bitch
I'm not gonna stop 'til I'm on top, bitch (yeah, yeah)

Hello Kitty Klique ft. Hella Sketchy, Yung Bambi, Chef Courage (Prod. Hella Sketchy)

additional production: Biome Simulator

People I miss what I think about
I'm just trying to get these figures out
I got hella shit to figure out
I got hella shit to figure out
(Drop, drop that shit)

So far away
Things just aren't the same
(Lee, Lee, aye, Lee, aye, Lee, aye)
Nobody do it like me

Guess nothing's the same
Since I moved away
No more games to play
No more family
That's shit you can't retrace
Some steps you can't replace
Some things you can not take back
Things that I wish I could play back
Thought I saw the money so I chased that 
Now I'm alone in my ways, aye
I roll me a blunt and I face that
My tolerance got me amazed
I need to know where my feet land 
Shades on, counting Ray bands
Paint on the wall like a cave man
I hate when you call and I ain't there

I hate when you call and I ain't there
And I ain't there
I'm worried you think that I don’t care
When I ain't there
People I miss what I think about 
I just think a little bigger now
I'm trying to get these figures out
I got hella shit to figure out
I hate when you call and I ain't there
And I ain't there
I'm worried you think that I don’t care
When I ain't there
People I miss what I think about 
I'm just trying to get these figures out
I just think a little bigger now
I got hella shit to figure out

@dwillymusic:
Fuck n****s always been lame
Switchin' lanes trying to shit on my name
Had to crop some people out of the frame
Shit has changed, it has not been the same
D-Willy droppin' the flame
Fetchin' feta finna fight for my fame
Dang, I'm the shit don't leave a stain
Smoking mad weed it's that strain after strain
Dang, ballin' hard no free throws
I got that shit that you claim
It's just me and my amigos
Whippin' and drippin' in paint
Envision the shit that I make
I been the shit that you ain't 
The realest n****s never role play
The realest n****s never fade

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
People I miss what I think about 
I just think a little bigger now
I'm trying to get these figures out
I got hella shit to figure out
I hate when you call and I ain't there
And I ain't there
I'm worried you think that I don’t care
When I ain't there
People I miss what I think about 
I'm just trying to get these figures out
I just think a little bigger now
I got hella shit to figure out

Figure Out ft. D-Willy (Prod. D-Willy)

Would you pick up if I called you
Do you watch my Snapchats with the volume
3 am texts and I'm falling 
3 am texts and I'm falling for you
I might be falling for you 
And if I can't walk then I'm crawling to you
When you picked me, thought you’d made a mistake
Never thought that you’d be one that got away
Never thought that you’d be one that got away
Never thought that you’d be one that got away

Michael Foelker:
Tell me what you're thinking when it's 3 am
I know what you're feeling 'cause I feel the same thing
We ain't got to talk, look what you're body's saying
Your mind is too awake for us to be playing
When you're that far away
Do you whisper my name
When you're sleeping with him (ooh)
'Cause the way he hitting
You should be sippin'
Instead of playing with Sims

Playing, playing, baby
Would you pick up if I called you

3am ft. Michael Foelker (Prod. Tommy Gawd Damn!)

additional vocals: Michael Foelker, D-Willy, Lil Hickman

I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do
I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do

Bed ridden, I’m xanned out
My evening is planned out
I sent what I had written
It delivered, I wish it didn’t 
Im leaning, I'm fiending 
My fantasies misleading me
Man I'm waiting for that reply
Oblivious to the scenery
What you mean to me ain't what I mean to you
Yeah you said that once, well let’s make that two
We made it through hell and back
Who am I tryna fuck with that
You know me, you know my flaws
When I'm with you I chew on the straws
When I'm with you I'm back in high school
Just a couple kids stealing from the liquor drawer 

I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do
I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do
I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do
I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do

When I wake up, man I yak 
Scrolling through my texts trying to figure
Why my iPhones cracked
Three things off the bat
I miss you, I need you, and I want you back
I understand you’re off limits
You got a cell phone? Now I'm in it
Where you at, where you at 
Three letters can change all that
She in a dress red as Coca-Cola 
What you know about
When I roll up then I pour one out 
For my brother that I lost 
Nick I wish you could see me be a boss
And when I'm off that, judgement cloudy no doubt
But now my liquor at a zero amount 
Walk in to the party and see you on the couch
I'ma be a lil' gaudy and show you what I'm 'bout
I'ma be Yo Gotti slide up in the DMs
I'm a bit sick of rich girls in their BMs
Sick of people telling me who to be and
You’re the only one I want to see when the plane land 
I miss you and I missed our shot 
I'ma give you a call when my shit pop
I'ma give you a call when I'm way at the top
Time is relative, man fuck a wrist watch

I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do
I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do
I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do
I got a thing for girls I cant have
Oh I got a thing for girls that I shouldn’t 
There’s a few of you I miss bad
Regretting the things that we couldn’t do

Now two souls are fiercely entangled
Determination, obsession, hope
The curtain has been raised

Wrong Girls (Prod. Mace Lee)

#freethetop
additional production: Biome Simulator

Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)
Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)

I don't really know why you hate on me
I don't give a fuck what you say to me
I'ma send a couple texts to your lady
I'ma pretty boy, bitch can you blame me
Yeah I might come through and take her on a date (skrt skrt)
Yeah we might be swingin' down the interstate
Yeah she really wanna give it up to Mace, brah
She your bae, but she gave me Beyblade top
Okay

Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)
Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)

I'm in high demand in and out of state 'cause I ain't fake it
Short skirt round her waist, skrt skrt we get naked
It's moving really fast now, she want to skip her class now
I think she wanna smash, but she too afraid to ask now
Okay, okay, I might write that ass a love note  
Fuckin' with lil' shorty so I slid right in to cuff mode 
She fly, she ride or die, yeah we on a vibe
Bet she get the check if my visa get denied
Aye

Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)
Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)
Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)
Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)

If I'm booling with her heavy I might get a bit afraid
'Cause I might be catching feelings or I might be getting played 
Packing up to leave, then I turned around and stayed 
And lil' shorty give me top, she my fucking bae blade 
Ooh

Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)
Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)
Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)
Coppin' bae blades, coppin' bae blades (bae blades)
Whatcha bae say, whatcha bae say (yeah yeah)

Bae Blades (Prod. Tommy Gawd Damn!)

I couldn't forget you even if I tried
And I'd do it all again, no lie
V12, V12 
Time speeding like a V12, fly right by
You’ll always be a part of me
I'll never be your enemy 
Say that you’ll remember me
In your memory
V12, V12, V12
Time speeding like a V12 fly right by

I think the world of you, but you might not think that
You serve me the truth, when I don't like to drink that
Run into your arms when I'm 'bout to lose control
Found the final piece for my heart there was a hole
I don't see some things when they’re right in front of me
Say I hate you and I leave, you gone need apologies
I don't appreciate anything that's happening
I'm a liar I'm a cheat, but I don't regret a thing
I need you to be at my home (at my home, yeah)
Please sit with me on my throne, it ain't easy alone 
It ain't easy on my own
It ain't easy on my own, no
Pressing all your buttons like a motherfucker Contra
Put that ass in heat 'cause I'm hotter than a sauna
We fucking and we fucking and we rolling marijuana
C.R.E.A.M. is the motherfucking mantra

V12, V12, V12
Time speeding like a V12, fly right by
V12, V12, V12
Time speeding like a V12, fly right by

@max_wellsmusic:
I just told you that you are my pot of gold
I don't wanna but I'm sorry gotta go now
I hardly pick up when you call me on my phone
Smoking indica that's got me fucking zoned out
I give a fuck about a hoe
Girl you know I love you, why I brought you all these roses
Answer to you daily contemplate on knuckle frozen
Stand up in the light so I can picture every moment
Lost inside of your head (lost inside of your head)
And I'm controlling your emotions (and I'm controlling everything)
Sometimes you wish you were dead (sometimes you wish you were dead)
And we agree and then I got you for holding

I couldn't forget you even if I tried
And I'd do it all again, no lie
V12, V12 
Time speeding like a V12, fly right by
You’ll always be a part of me
I'll never be your enemy 
Say that you’ll remember me
In your memory
V12, V12, V12
Time speeding like a V12 fly right by

Mace Lee

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