Name: Tree Tops by Abel Lamont
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: A collection of my favourite instrumentals. Feel free to reach out to collaborateif you would like to compliment any with some vocals.

I wrote The Walls Are Way Too Thin about a time in my life where I felt like i’d lost control of where I was heading and struggling a little with finding my place in the world. It was a very strange period, I’d just moved to London away from my family and all of a sudden everything that I knew to be normal had changed completely. I moved on a whim into this little dingy room. I met some cool people but this place was pretty lonely and claustrophobic. I’m such an awkward person and even though I really liked my housemates I still felt worried about small talk in the kitchen or passing each other in the corridors. I had some fun times there, but I felt like I was mostly confined to my room whilst chaos was going on in the flats or streets around us. To avoid confronting how I was feeling I’d sneak out of the flat and go on train journeys to see my mates, get drunk, then come back hungover through the night or morning. I wrote most of Walls and the songs that come next on those trains. It was my place of therapy, in the middle of nowhere.

I wanted the music video to reflect how I felt stuck in my room with my own internal anxiety rising. The idea of being trapped in an air vent in a burning building came from that feeling of claustrophobia and panic that I felt throughout my time living in the flat. Shooting the video was chaotic, my elbows and knees look quite different now after 8 hours of crawling back and forth. The fire blast in the vent was totally real too !!

The Walls Are Way Too Thin

Girls

I know you think im running away
I wouldn't let you see the pain
you wouldn't look at me the same way
im slowly making changes
im taking it day by day
I know its too late
im always fucking late
I make mistakes


Late featuring Miro k (demo)

Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days. 24 hours
My superpower. Days to weeks. Weak in a month so I’m playing for keeps. It’s been some years since my sleep on the street. Leaving em solo come back with a fleet. Time Is forever that’s just hopeful speech 
The time is still ticking I’m dusting my cleats

Grapevine leave ya brain fried
You see I see wit the same eyes 
You see I see through the same lies
You see I see through the same lines
You might not want it but I need it 
Better feed it because you’re dealing with a demon leave em screaming
I’m just tryna get to eating. Get to breeding
Once treated as a heathen
 But I’m getting back better go ahead look at me now. They clap hands for me while I crack my smile. Used throw strays at me while I crack my scowl. But then got a lil head and treated life like an owl.
BITCH DONT TEST ME
IM PULLIN FLAVOR STRAIGHT FROM SOME HIDDEN RECIPES 
YOU AINT GOT THE FUCKIN ANSWERS DONT LESSON ME
PUT MY ALL IN IT YOU AINT GETTIN ANY LESS OF ME
back on track new Chanel i put it in the rack
Grabbing on her neck yea while I’m breaking her break
I been getting slow money but I still make it stack
Tryna get a little higher but I ain’t talking crack
He got popped talking shit I call that talking smack
Head nigga in charge it ain’t no talking back
You gotta work a little smarter got a work a lil harder if you tryna go and get your fuckin Cartier plat. Bitch
This is America. Bad black stories reaching the editors
They don’t talk about us becoming creditors
Teaming up with Mexicans Alien vs predator
Moving straight to debiter, runnin over redditors. I ain’t with the settlers im jugin with the meddlers. Not much of a scheduler Lil bit a peddler. But ain’t nobody better-er.  NAH AINT NOBODY BETTER BITCH.

But it’s exo 
with the 38 special 
Imma leave ya wit ya breath low
Aiming at everything 
Swiss cheese head toe. 
disappear presto
Make him flee seresto
No he won’t lets go 
Say it wit ya chest bro
Munching on the neck bones.
I ain’t gonna let go
Aimin at ya retinal
Put ya in a deathnote
We go DMX ho
Crocodile death roll 

Bitch I got heat better call da fukkin fireman
Call my shotty peanut butter cuz it help me in a jam
Shooting shit up nigga like it’s fuckin mega man 
Killa cam 10 niggas hopping out a sprinter van get a man
Better check ya self before you step me to me the best to be kill the nigga next to me
Cuz I’m blowing shit up and nobody gonna stop it. Got it
You niggas really fuckin wit a prophet’s
Just like the mummy youre entering my tomb
Rip n tear rappers im treating em like doom
See the wrong side I show ass baboon
Call me MJ spitting game like flu woo hoo
Loose screw, pro tools cruising in the old coupe
Goin 0-100 like I’m using voodoo
And I kill a fucking goat hit em wit da ka boom 
Better bet i shake the game up nigga ooh ooh

Death Roll

Music Meets The Ocean

Miro k, хтон - Hotfix.mp3

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A collection of my favourite instrumentals. Feel free to reach out to collaborateif you would like to compliment any with some vocals. 

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All my music is written and produced by me in my studio. 

My Soundcloud profile is for demo’s and my instrumentals only. Spotify and is where you’ll find my releases.


YouTube 
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Tree Tops

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