Where you going 
I still miss you
By the look and the feel of your tattoos
By the scent that you carry all around you 
By the color of your hair flowing past you
They say you're my obsession 
You're everything I wanted then a little bit
They say you're my obsession 
When you leave I lose just a little bit 

I'm obsessed baby 
won't you let me into your house
I'm a party crashing psychopath 
you should keep me out
Call the paramedics baby cuz I've fallen again
For another fucking person 
who doesn't know my name
I'm obsessed baby 
won't you let me into your house
I'm a party crashing psychopath 
you should keep me out
Call the paramedics baby cuz I've fallen again
For another fucking person 
who doesn't know my name 

I guess you heard the rumors 
You think im insane 
Well listen here I'll tell you
What they really mean
I love more than average 
love the gentleman type
I just get unlucky 
Wrong end of the knife 
At the end of the day
I live a simple life
But im constantly distracted 
By all these other guys

I'm obsessed baby 
won't you let me into your house
I'm a party crashing psychopath 
you should keep me out
Call the paramedics baby cuz I've fallen again
For another fucking person 
who doesn't know my name
I'm obsessed baby 
won't you let me into your house
I'm a party crashing psychopath 
you should keep me out
Call the paramedics baby cuz I've fallen again
For another fucking person 
who doesn't know my name


obsessed [prod. drmabeats x yunnygoldz]

Lives

Polygon

Black Hole

Occupy
Munaasib (2018)

Written by Natasha Noorani
Written by Ali Suhail
Produced by Ali Suhail
Vocals by Natasha Noorani
Backing vocals by Ali Suhail
Guitars, Bass, Drums and Keys by Ali Suhail
Mixed & Mastered by Adeel Tahir at Eridu Studios, Karachi
Recorded at Rescue The Frog, Lahore

Natasha Noorani - Occupy

Shorbanoor insisted he wanted to play on an electric guitar. So we borrowed Zain Ahsan's Fender Blues Junior amplifier and used like 3 extension wires to plug the amp in an outdoor setting. That's where Mr. Shorbanoor sang this song before asking us to remove any kind of profanity he may or may not have used. 

The Smog City Sessions is a collaboration between Lahore based RTF Studio and the alternative indie magazine MOSIKI. 
In the smoggy air of Lahore, we're trying to bring the best Pakistani musicians up to the mic to sing a song or two with no audience to witness them except for a couple of cameras, a few curious onlookers, and occasionally Misbah's dogs Crusoe and Mincy.

Shorbanoor - Another Hit

Stream Gun to My Head EP - http://hyperurl.co/guntomyheadep

Gun to My Head EP

Gun to My Head

'instagram money'
Made over the instrumental of Joji's 'World$tar Money', this song tells a story about mainstream models who are stigmatized by men in our society and are looked down upon. Some of them are strong while some start believing what they're told and up in a messed up mental state. 

Lyrics:
[Verse]
Look, half the girls on my instagram are IG models,
Faded off a couple shots out of a Dry Gin bottle,
feels like all their f*cking problems are some tight jean problems,
but they don't feel real love, 
I guess that might be the problem
Mom & Dad are arguing who raised them like this,
while they can't still go to sleep without a goodnight kiss,
Crying in bed & posting good-life pics, 
now all the "good guys" with their good wife and kids,
wanna show up in their DM's with that goodnight-dick, uh
Best believe they got that-
Now their bedtime stories are some Snapchat Stories,
Blow that photo-shoot money on some Blackjack, sorry Mama

[Outro]
Mama's like, "why you gotta work so late?"
Why you gotta work so late, and you don't get paid
you don't get paid...
Think I gotta tell her straight, 
I think I gotta say it to her face,
mom, I'm a disgrace

Songwriters;-
Mustafa Arif 2018.

instagram money

Blinding Lights (The Weeknd Cover)

LIL DYSON SPHERE (prod. Rozeo)

1st single from the album Words from Boxes by Ali Suhail.

Lyrics:
We stood atop our hill 
Looking down as the valley fills 
Never knowing what it was like 

Never knew what we had 
Making failures out of little plans 
Far away from worldly plights 

Boy, Do I, Miss that time. 

Marking all the streets and trees 
Never knowing boundaries... 
Yellows in a room full of blue 

Never could associate 
With their agendas and their hate 
One and the same, me and you. 

Boy, Do I, Miss that time. 

And I, could not believe 
That you could see 
Everything beyond the eye 
Could not believe 
No one could be 
So simple as you and I 
When we were the heroes, like in my mind 
When no doubts could survive. 
Boy, Do I, miss that time.

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Abdullah Siddiqui