You make music that becomes nostalgic after the first listen...thank you for all the memories, listening to skeletons on my first job, remember me being screamed out into the woods during the summer, your music is a part of me now 

Atlas rlly knows how to make a sing sound so giddy with such dark lyrics “I still dial moms number out of habit, call failed” and in a letter to my freshman self? “Your future self who knows who all the nooses felt”

this mf did not just drop an osu bar ill literally cry'^'

you can catch me flying outside 

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cemetery-drive-downshift-lyrics

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Vocals (In order of appearance)
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@cloudmacx
@atwood
@chriswrightotj
@teeawgo

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Production
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@sensugang
guitar by https://soundcloud.com/thereloaccount

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Artwork
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wetdaytimetable

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Mixing & Mastering
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@atwood
@sensugang

DOWNSHIFT

Spotify

lifelike.

The older that I get, yeah, can feel the ash on my tongue
Mmm, It’s stacking higher and higher, fhe fiberglass in my lungs
I ain’t no Jaden or SYRE, I didn’t come from no funds
I couldn’t be no Messiah, the grapes and  the plums
That I dried on my windowsill
I thank my stars every day that I ain’t into pills
Cause my cousins was passing em it ain’t no deal
Coulda took only half of it, would a spun out and crashed in it
My controller ain’t accurate, yeah, but it’s all for real

Do you like it, when I get lonely
Does it remind you it’s all your fault
Do you hate me when I look happy
Does it remind you of all your faults
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame 
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame
nobody else for what you did

Do you play the game so you can save something
I couldn’t live with myself if I just say nothing
I got this one shot, load it up, here that gun pop
Nothing’s really good enough, chew me up like a gum drop
Spit me out, let me vouch fully for my cadets
Spent a lot years teaching, couldn’t learn behind the desk 
There’s a lot of y’all wondering how I deal with all the stress
Here’s the secret to my motivation, I just stay depressed
God damn feelings get on my nerves
I resolved quickly to just suppress it
35 really a thousand words
Wonder how quickly they get the message

Do you like it, when I get lonely
Does it remind you it’s all your fault
Do you hate me when I look happy
Does it remind you of all your faults
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame 
Baby don’t blame nobody baby don’t blame
nobody else for what you did

Don’t call me by my first name if you ain’t know me since I was young
Just don’t call me by any other name, I’m still somebody’s son

fiberglass prod. by eerieskies.

fanlink.to/CALLU

prod. @masked-man-peace
additional prod. @geo_1022

hook: @masked-man-peace
verse 1: @hellotaro (backing vox by @damienbrbnk)
hook 2: @masked-man-peace
verse 2: @kyaruok
hook 3: @masked-man-peace (backing vox by @akamaruxoxo)

mixed & mastered by @masked-man-peace

cover art by https://www.instagram.com/cncldevin/

CALL U WHEN I NEED U

Spotify / Apple Music

@kasimr

happy birthday mom, miss u
sry 4 the wait, much more on the way soon,,

lyrics:

i'm still sorta unsure what happened
still dial mom's number out of habit
call failed
 
week left to do taxes
living room, graveyard, amazon package
old mail
 
same type that stares when i'm outside
late night upstairs on my couch fried
say i don't care much about myself
it's a seperate metric i count by
 
red wine bleed through the grapevine
sip after sip, get sick of the facetime--hello?
i don’t speak like that
need pitch black nails on the decline, stat
 
feelin’ like i wobbled out a wormhole
spent a lot of hours clicking circles
young five digit live from the multi
where violence and snide is compulsory
 
yea yea

call failed (prod. kasim rizvi)

Produced by Stoic Beats.
Featuring @atlas & @chriswrightotj 
Mixed and Mastered by @polearm

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-aura-lyrics

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P4MbUOUFXU&feature=youtu.be

follow my twitter

Aura (ft. Chris Wright & atlas)

LISTEN ON YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/SvwhKDrld9I
LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/track/0wKcW516d4GjgfRWxkKWFE?si=2B1u_xYtR4aYIGZEiI5NMA

Funny thing about motivation.
It’s not a week long seminar 
at some beachside resort and spa. 
Ice breakers with nice strangers. 
Distrustful trust falls. 
Seven easy, twelve easy, 
twenty-five easy steps and that’s all. 
Some people need that. 
A format, a road map. 
They’re so lost about where they wanna go, 
they don’t even know where they’re at. 
And it works. 
But once you dig yourself out of that hole, 
it’s not like the film ends and the credits roll, it’s- 
The funny thing about motivation is it’s not a party. 
It’s not a drum beat in your chest 
echoing through your body. 
Each day isn’t a dragon to slay, 
a battle for your army. 
Temporary life mottos 
scribbled in permanent Sharpie. 
Some people need those. 
Credos. Words to live by. 
Metaphors and allegories to fit yourself inside. 
And it works. 
But take away the glitz and the guts 
and let that luster get a little rust... 
The funny thing about motivation is… 
is that it’s disappointing. 
All it really boils down to 
is strengthening your inner voice 
and that’s not loud, that’s not bright, 
that’s not an interesting story. 
Books don’t get written about 
small personal victories 
because that would be boring. 
But small personal victories 
are what’s truly human. 
Funny thing about motivation is that 
it’s not a crowd chanting over moving music. 
It’s a single pat on your back saying, 
“You can do this.”

It’s muted.
It’s quiet. 
Sometimes it’s silent.

Funny thing about procrastination. 
Sometimes it's not 'cause you're lazy. 
Snoozin' your alarm so you can stay asleep 
every day of the week until the due date's reached. 
Stayed up all night to turn it in late, incomplete. 
Some people do that. 
Who can't? 
Chapter 2 Math 
sounds so much sadder than 
afternoon nap. 
So you don't work. 
But it’s not just putting off for later 
so you can watch some vlogger’s day first. 
I heard somebody 
who studied decision making 
for years get asked, 
“Have you gotten better at 
making decisions in your own life?” 
He said no. 
Right? 
Like if he was researching this whole time, 
how does he not know by now? 
But the funny thing is
being smarter doesn’t make you more productive. 
You just get better at justifying your poor judgement. 
More convincing excuses. 
More lenient sentences. 
Better intentions to pave the road to hell with. 
All this to say that I’m not lazy. 
I just trust that tomorrow me 
will be wiser than today me. 
Blindly, faithfully. 
Trusting the process. 
But if I give it all to God, so to speak, 
what have I got left? 
If I keep pushing the deadlines back, 
I’ll be dead by the time I react. 
And that’s not laziness. 
Or maybe it is that. 
Funny thing about procrastination. 
It hits back. 

It’s a tought fight.
And I’ve lost sight. 
But I’m still tryin’. 
I’ll be alright.

funny thing [prod. by mr. master]

Featuring: PC Pete

Produced by: https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Blessed_Soulful_Waves?id=B4mvelys6ggkg7lxjaqkq35ieyu&tid=song-Tsu5qschxqeglxmzwglyk53r5wa

Full five-song EP

Laissez-Faire (feat. PC Pete)

lyrics:
https://genius.com/Thiago-bingo-lyrics

prod by @beatcoin-948353974
mix by @gnawdog
old lady by Alan Wonders
written by Thiago
art by friend from work

I KEEP MY ENEMIES CLOSE MIGHT BE LIKE A CENTURY OLD

Bingo!

prod. @Whyandotte
mix. @ibr & @Whyandotte
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
My hand burst forth, and I followed right after/
with a pocket knife and sights of a long divine pasture/
a walking disaster, eyes like binary sunsets/
2D grinning mug, my finger guns would fire like Cuphead/

I loopholed laws of gravity, but dropped my set of car keys/
too afraid of being judged, was blacking out at guilty parties/
couldn’t even take the stand, or complete a fucking sentence/
so I bled my case dry, and then I hit the bar defenceless/ 

look, everything down here tastes like rhubarb/
the sun just winked out but the moon’s large/
army crawl out of midnight with new scars/
and a few bruises, marooned where your troops aren’t/

then I panic over nothing like a false alarm/
anxiety’s evolved into a second form that’s off and on/
see the large amounts of cash are changing disembodied palms/
but I can’t catch ‘em at all, this Haunter’s poor, c’mon/


I could use a buck or two it’s hunting season/
eating sickening meat that I found in a freezer’s deep end, sleep in weekends/ 
and wake without a singular second, I bend ‘em and stretch ‘em myself/
drinking the minutes I blend and then sever the digits off hands of clocks at twelve/

then wolf them down like finger food and chew forever on a rhubarb stalk/
where fumes peel the paint off walls as the room’s gone dark/
the floor opens up red with all the nuance gone/
I take the escalator down, with my shoes untied/

onto paths where time’s passed towards that fresh crater/
where the flowers grow in white grass, their bulbs have dead layers/
I can watch the butterflies hatch from Rorschach test papers/
waiting there inside of a box, I’m sure they’ll check later/

but everything down here tastes like rhubarb/
think the sun just winked out, plus the moon’s gone/
ruminating out loud on what you think you deserve/
as your friends read their words off of cue cards/



Add up everything that isn’t adding up (adding up)/
obsess about it like it isn’t bad enough (bad enough)/
it’s the main issue that’s at hand I haven’t touched/
using any fucking excuse I can think of as a crutch/
x2



My head’s out the window of an overturned car/
start to crawl through the debris of that stone curtain wall/
and drag what’s left of my knees away from the lights in the distance/
like diamond holes with square pegs, I’m just trying to fit in/

I should reset my ambitions back to their factory settings/
and then install a dream deleting button and happily press it/
letting reality set in, except I’m trapped at the zenith/
still grasping at any straws I got, I can’t go defend it/

man, I’m too co-dependent, and too fucking selfish/
I’m way too damn sour, power through tough defences/
with a void in my stomach and eyes like thermite explosions
the rules have been destroyed or bent, as permitted per my emotions/

slowly sink beneath the sands of time but now the pace is quickening/
bringing it to a speed that can turn any face to smithereens/
dropped in the dead space between worlds, I float there alone/
with nothing but a pocket knife and nowhere to go/

Rhubarb (prod. Whyandotte)

hi how r u i'm ok also this is old

counting all the constellations
i can see without all this pollution
everything will come and go
your permenance comes from all the reminders

always waiting too long
plucking strings from the spiderwebs hanging down
it's all meter when you're living in song
move slowly to an infinite, monotonous sound
barely eating, always staying in place
depression nesting in between these hollow parts
something endless in my monochrome dreams
i'm a nobody now that you've taken my heart

counting all the constellations
i can see without all this pollution
everything will come and go
your permenance comes from all the reminders

nobody (2018)

spotify/apple music: https://fanlink.to/ashesoverrot

produced by river beats
mixed by https://soundcloud.com/yuiedits

lyrics: https://genius.com/Sheffdan-ashes-over-rot-lyrics

call failed (prod. kasim rizvi)

atlas

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