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feedback is more than welcome! 

bubba - 2 birds [prod. De La Mav]

We could fly away
just give me a call

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words @atlas
unspoken words @landosmusic

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Rocketman (feat. atlas) (prod. lando!)

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









. 



.


.
but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

Lyrics https://youtu.be/0GaxkDmIetA
SPOTIFY https://open.spotify.com/album/4zLARQvQ8oVtVjIqvWOsjR

All Production: https://soundcloud.com/playfulryan

The title says it all! This song is about the perfect girl, in my eyes. Enjoy (:

She's Perfect

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Off The Jump Presents a new single by @atwood & @chriswrightotj

Produced by: 
https://soundcloud.com/kastrosplace

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@chriswrightotj

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Lyrics:

My girl don't know no shit about me
Said for real it's for the best you wouldn't like me
I be cold burr burr, i keep it icy
Kick yo ass to the curb, that's that Tai Chi
×2

I be stunting with some gold but it's not on my teeth
I be stunting with some hoes tryna get at my weeds
I be crazy with the flows like I'm on the high seas
Catch me singing bout the juice like I'm hittin Hi-C's
Birdies sitting on my line hoping that I might tweet
If you ask if I'm doin fine i'm like bitch I might be
I be sippin mai thai's cock in tail that dime piece
She don't fuck with Five Guys but tryna get at my meat
Oh no! That's how that shit goes though
Slow mo! Baby say she can't take no mo
Oh lord! I be praying that she won't go 
Ima go pro! We gon make a video-oh
Oh no! That's how that shit goes though
Slow mo! Baby say she can't take no mo
Oh lord! I be praying that she won't go 
Ima go pro! We gon make a video-oh

My girl don't know no shit about me
Said for real it's for the best you wouldn't like me
I be cold burr burr, i keep it icy
Kick yo ass to the curb, that's that Tai Chi
×2

Every day I be doing shit that my lady don't need to know about
Trying to get myself a couple foreigns even then I still take the slower route
All my dogs acting like birds now, they be migrating to the dirty south
It's like every time we be on a track we be running it like we was showing out
Don't need guide lines, always trynna take my time
Pitching it like a side wind, sipping on her like fine wine
Drinking slow got my mind high, she a freak no sci-fi
Anytime she need free rides, good head like Einstein,
Take a walk and rethink the way that you loving me so when you alone you on top again
You can pray to god for good company or just treat yourself and go pop a xan
Got these good girls trynna say they hot, but they never 10's like a copper can
Just taking shots for a pill chase, never feel the pain like the chopper jammed
And she so chill, independent like no deal,
No case but her phone filled, tread light like old wheels
Skinny girl but eat whole meals, kinda fake, she faux real
All I care about these days is the way she making my Soul feel, it's so trill

My girl don't know no shit about me
Said for real it's for the best you wouldn't like me
I be cold burr burr, i keep it icy
Kick yo ass to the curb, that's that Tai Chi
×2

Atwood x Chris Wright - Oh No!

mr. brightside.

The rocks on the bottom are cold when you first touch. 
Been on ‘em so long, it doesn’t bother me so much. 
I wake up and salvage what I can of my dreams 
before I splash some water onto my mood and have to leave. 
I take a step out, breathe. Sigh to release the pressure.
Physically, I’m present but my eyes keep tryna exit 
out the window. Picture myself anywhere but here. 
Need to turn off autopilot and remember I can steer 
but my floorboards creak. 
I haven’t had a normal conversation in like a week. 
Just “No, I don’t need a bag,” 
and “Thanks for swiping my card,” 
then try to get out as fast as I can 'fore I need to talk. 
Hurry the walk back before my body falls apart. 
Drop down onto my bed like why did I even start. 
As I slip back into slumber, I wonder 
where the why of it's all gone.
I keep coming back ‘cause I've been going so long.

The more I learn, 
the less I feel I know it.
Feelin’ like the less you know, 
the more I feel alright.
But somethin’ ‘bout that voice I hear reminds me 
that it’s only the beginning tonight.

I wanna write a love song but I can’t 
‘cause I can’t be around a girl without apologizing in advance 
for all the mistakes that I haven’t made, 
problems I haven’t caused. 
I self sabotage before I even get a chance to offer 
my hand in yours on a romantic walk through a national park.
I’d give you half of my heart if I wasn’t standing so far,
if I didn’t flash up my guard automatically 
when actually, I’d trade every star in the galaxy 
if it meant that the gravity 
couldn’t grab you and steal you away.
I just wish I had a reason to be feeling this way.
I just wish I had an address to send these letters to. 
‘Stead I fold them into airplanes, 
throw them and hope that they get to you. 
I wanna fall so you can catch me.
Cry into each other’s arms until it passes. 
I wish I could say that I’ll make you happy but I can’t.
I’ll try to figure out how ‘til I get the chance.

The more I learn, 
the less I feel I know it.
Feelin’ like the less you know, 
the more I feel alright.
But somethin’ ‘bout that voice I hear reminds me 
that it’s only the beginning to life.

Tears don’t mean a thing in the pouring rain.
I ain’t got nothin’ to lose. I got it all to gain.

the more i learn [prod. by mr. master]

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

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Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

prod. by https://soundcloud.com/pivot1
mixed by https://soundcloud.com/ibr

I wrote this song about one of my childhood best friends that i can't see right now but always believed in my music, love you Karson.

Also thank you guys so much for 5k followers on soundcloud, yalls support means the world to me and trust i got some crazy ish for yall come summer

Lyrics:

Almost. .done with the day
I got a lot on my brain
I got caught in my waves while my homie caught him a case
I saw myself on a playlist
Thought I'd send him the great-
News like I'muhn make it like you always would say
I took a pic of the playlist then I sent it his way
I know that he can't see it. .and that got to me-e
I just want my homie back
Blockin out the noise smokin on this loud pack 

Now I'm so sedated
And gettin high like it's overrated
Grab the low and take it I'm getting boosted like subs and basses
On some OTJ shit we really do this got subs and bases
Seen a ton of faces, from outer houston to outer space and
How is you an alien, talk to my crew but you speaking basic
I ain't got no penthouse yet, don't keep it basic
My ph is nada, nill, zero
That shit'll burn ya speakers 
Ain't no cape but feel like a hero right now with all I'm saving

And you will be alright
Unfold your wings and fly
Yes you will be in my
Mind
Oh best friend

You been wishy washy 
I'm sitting calling
Achilles got me trippin, falling
No need for healing
I'm not anybody
Kill me softly
I just been keeling over
Sniffing sobbing
Dont want any sympathy 
From you or your shitty posse
Gettin gaudy, yeah you got money now
That solve your problems?
Still got problems
I just been running now from everybody
Only do this shit to support mines and my only family
Waiting for my brother to come home I don't want no one else
I'm sendin texts to your phone but you can't unlock ya cell and-
I swear I do this all for you man

But hey, let's sit and look up at the bright side
Your little brothers killing shit so you can get your shine when it's time
I grind cuz I got people to invest in
Like best friends, I feel like Nike when checkin my check list
Swoosh
My future bright like my juice
They said no rhymes for orange now I'm feelin formidable
I live my life for pourin some of my fortune into yours too
I'm spending nights recording all these songs to raise through the roof
I mean my salary cap 
I'm charged up like a battery pack
And life's a battle so our hat's to the back
Ah?
Look like Ash when I catch em off guard with the fire
You hittin dabs to compete but I'm still gettin higher
Funny that huh?
We running rabbits
But we been juking them so can't nobody grab us
I guess that you just had some bad luck
Swear to god bro I'm finna fix that stuff

Best Friends (prod. by park bird)

stream on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3j2vsBxYz2W03gdUAN0acB?si=1oSOSZ9lQSmNdSnEZ0irgw

feat. @isabellafortuna
prod. @masked-man-peace

[Verse 1: Isabella Fortuna]
my head in the stars my heart nearly healed
till I got caught up in your magnetic field 
you stared right into the depths of my soul 
you drew me slowly into your black hole
i’m fragile to touch eager to love 
it got too much 
the sky up above was caving in 
my universe was paper-thin

[Verse 2: marc]
I ain't really tryna fall so I get high 
using music as my armor to get by 
used to look up at the stars in the night sky 
now I only see the dark in my damn mind
see she used to steal hearts she's an ex-bandit 
till she got her heart broken and her self damaged 
science tells that the universe is expanding 
maybe we could find balance on the Next planet 
shake when I'm standing, hurts and I'm anxious 
got my head spinning like the earth on its axis 
and I know I got a fairly odd flow 
but maybe me and you could wander in the cosmos

I see the stars in the yolk of your eyes 
I feel fingernails in the flesh of my thighs 
you have me lightheaded, hands threaded
through your hair I’m caught in your stare
do you see my galaxies 
what I believe, what I perceive
I know I got a fairly odd flow 
but maybe you and me could 
wonder in the cosmos

[Hook: marc] x2
Blasting off on a rocket going who knows where 
Saw a planet and a comet baby you don't care 
well if home is where the heart is 
and I'm really being honest 
there ain't nothing that can stop us
we can stay right here

*i do not own the artwork*

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cosmic emotions w/ isabella fortuna (prod. masked man)

with @atlas and @forrestfrank Cover art by @chrosky
Thank you guys for 4 years of support!

Vinyl ! w/ atlas & Forrest.

feat. @atwood
prod. @officialbiosphere and @citygrl
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I can't seem to say a word but i hope that you see the message in my eyes
And i know this sounds absurd but girl i still feel our connection in the silence
I'm mumbling around you
You still hang around me
I love that i found you
But i just cannot speak
In the presence of a goddess 
Girl i think you keep me quiet
And i like it

Oh man, I think it's love at first sight
I hope I dream the same scenario that runs through her mind
I've got the wherewithal to play it out, take her out to outer space
I've planned the date down to a science, while her eyes just, how you say, uhh

nevermind, I'm trying to say she's something else
she manipulates my glacial heart, that her tongue could melt
I'm hunkered down in bunkers 'round a lovely battlefield
my safety's on, but all the butterflies still flutter out the gun barrels

I think a cat got my.. what's it called
we had locked eyes once and you could cut the tension with uh, something sharp
tons of sparks and other smart metaphors formed between us
in uncharted territory, need to procure some visas

like those triangle things in Giza, so visually stunning/
I'm a sucker for that uhh colored hair and her lips are so lovely
like the damn, what's the word, her freckles like stars that speckle the sky or something
I don't know I think my mind is buffering, I'm just speechless

Hook

You've got the. .touch.. of. a million angels
A pill i take to levitate to go higher than rainbows

A.... a.... no I've got it on the tip of my tongue hold on

Oh! And you're an angel
Okay hang on
I know that wasn't very charming but
Your alabaster keys strike the strings of my heartbeat
And make me stop and think, well. .not think.. i mean partly
But i just cannot seem to find something that hits the mark
How'd this even start?
Maybe i should buy a teleprompter
Type out all my sentences ahead of time
Finesse these awkward situations
But maybe that wouldn't be genuine
And I'd begin to slip into a state of charted destinations
A place so far away from yesterday's cathartic stasis
Guess it's hard to say that when my tongue's tied I still feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me uhhhh

Speechless w/ Atwood (prod. biosphere & City Girl)

I'm the wave
Kekai The Wave
VISTA ISLA VIDEO~! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4nTtSVTM6I

UDNSE EDNS
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Rocketman (feat. atlas) (prod. lando!)

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