soft

with https://soundcloud.com/cloudmacx

prod. by 
https://soundcloud.com/masked-man-peace 
https://soundcloud.com/bbluknight 
https://soundcloud.com/geo_1022

mixed by me

lyrics: https://genius.com/Atwood-and-cloud-mac-dont-trip-lyrics

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DON'T TRIP! w/ CLOUD MAC || prod. by masked man, bluknight, and garrett

FREEK A LEEK Featuring T2F

We could fly away
just give me a call

snapchat me videos of you listening to rocket man. 
Username: alebro112

words @atlas
unspoken words @landosmusic

lyrics to help you sing along!: https://genius.com/Al-x-the-great-rocketman-lyrics

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

Frank Ocean - Self Control

BLEACH

prod. by @biskwiq & @geo_1022
mixed by me
additional vocals by @geo_1022

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Lyrics:

Ace in the pocket
I pray that it's not a flush
Pacing and walkin
You say that it's not enough
Well hey what about this 
Stay for a while and trust
Baby we could try a little bit of living for a minute if you feel it cuz the night is young 
And you were so close to me
Off track, on beat, all over me
I'm so "back in my bag" like groceries
We getting crossed by the neck like rosary 
Woe is me, the coldest g, the whole six pack
Overthinking, hopefully we in that
Open season, sober me would dip back
But that's all just chit chat

Don't you, wanna fall in love tonight
We could roll the dice
Maybe I'm not really thinking
Won't you
Come and try just one last time
Twist your arms in mine
I'm falling faster and faster
Don't you, wanna fall in love tonight
We could roll the dice
Maybe I'm not really thinking
Won't you
Come and try just one last time
Your arms in mine
I should just let you go

Please. .don't. .stop
I still wanna love you tonight
You my track number nine
Another throwaway
Keep these thoughts
Outta my head I still try to deny
That I'm not doing fine
No really I'm okay
I'm under my guise, so typical
I fell out my mind and into you
Never on my side, peripherals
-so abysmal, gotta give it to her
She had me on line so digital
I'm so fuckin fake it's fictional
Hands up in my face
Hands up in my face
Oh god it's so conditional
Think I just need some space
Tell me what's thats gonna take
You're always reading my face
Don't know what I'm really thinking
We used to paint the town
Now i dont make a sound
I cant stand when you're around
Think i gotta let you loose

Don't you, wanna fall in love tonight
We could roll the dice
Maybe I'm not really thinking
Won't you
Come and try just one last time
Twist your arms in mine
I'm falling faster and faster
Don't you, wanna fall in love tonight
We could roll the dice
Maybe I'm not really thinking
Won't you
Come and try just one last time
Your arms in mine
I should just let you go

Gamble

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

Frank Ocean - "Super Rich Kids" (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

prod. by https://soundcloud.com/geo_1022
feat. https://soundcloud.com/kyaruok
additional vocals by https://soundcloud.com/plnetgirl
mixed by myself

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Lyrics:

[Chorus: Atwood]
Stop. .right. .there
How you go and froze when the spotlight there ima say it don't 
Stop. .right. .there
Cuz you'll go cold if you ain't gon head, what i said go and
Walk. .right. .there
It don't matter lights on, lights off like fuck it
Ima go hard cuz I ain't got nothin
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money

[Verse 1: Atwood]
I got too much chutzpah 
That band gon break cuz that band ain't rubber
I been standing on a leg for the past 8 summers
Let the fuck boys go and say whatever they wanna
I might
Payday pop off
Filet mignon then
Hear the whip pullin up bumpin tame impala
"Ayo where the cars at?" Shit the valet brought em
Cuz I been standing on a leg for the past 8 autumns
Now it's 
Always like the Saturdays (Saturdays)
What a lovely life we've made (life we've made)
Tend to catch them southern feels yeah
Caught inside of memorabilia 
Momma, father something's changed (something's changed)
Life is truly all a maze (all a maze)
Learn to capture something real yeah
That's the shit that's gonna heal you

[Chorus: Atwood & Planet Girl]
Stop. .right. .there
How you go and froze when the spotlight there ima say it don't 
Stop. .right. .there
Cuz you'll go cold if you ain't gon head, what i said go and
Walk. .right. .there
It don't matter lights on, lights off like fuck it
Ima go hard cuz I ain't got nothin
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money

[Verse 2: Kyaru]
OH - Wait
Im dat boy 
I want an art chick 
With a thin waist
To come fill that void
Shorty wanna throw shade
I don’t hear that noise
Until she rip my chain
And then she on my belt- wait
I’ve been flipping scripts
Y’all aint making money, 
Yall still aint making shit
Ironically, the fuckboys w/ issues
and empty pockets
Still flexing that petty shit, wait - wait - wait
Cause I’ve been standing on a leg, feels like it’s been 8 years
And you all know that I’ve been hoping
And I know that it’s been far too long, but I still feel no fear
And we all know that I’m still holdin’ (on) 

[Chorus: Atwood & Planet Girl]
Stop. .right. .there
How you go and froze when the spotlight there ima say it don't 
Stop. .right. .there
Cuz you'll go cold if you ain't gon head, what i said go and
Walk. .right. .there
It don't matter lights on, lights off like fuck it
Ima go hard cuz I ain't got nothin
And ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of money

SRT ft. Kyaru (Prod. by Garrett.)

LYRICS / https://genius.com/Kyaru-bad4me-lyrics
SPOTIFY, ETC. / https://song.link/6G3m58vJbMBZq

Shoutout @atwood for his help on this track, it was super fun to work on!

bad4me (feat. Atwood)

prod. by https://soundcloud.com/biskwiq
mixed by myself

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Lyrics:

[Chorus]
I told them fuckers it was lights off
Nightfall for the minute
Let my eyes bawl
High strung for a living
This is my song
And no one can make it die
Make it die

[Verse]
I told them fuckers it was lights off
Who you kidding this is my song
I been living for the right wrongs
All gas no brakes
All gas no brakes
And so I so I so I

Hit the endo indoors while instrumentals be playing shit I hit those
Window shopping
We just want options but we dont really get those
Benzos poppin I just be watching see im not really into pintos
With my kinfolk we making it how coincidental

[Chorus]
Lights off
Nightfall for the minute
Let my eyes bawl
High strung for a living
This is my song
And no one can make it die
Make it die
×2

High Strung (Prod. by biskwiq)

Instagram Bottle is a play on words...

Instagram: @AL_XTHEGREAT
Website: https://al-xthegreat.com/

Lyrics

You know we just live the life
lately I been kinda lost in peace on mind
cant define 
where I been at
see the waters redder
than the pamphlets
walk around the city
its a ghost town
see the phantoms

she dont want the same tho
she just want the magic
Lebanese
I might just convince her Im Aladdin

Maybe make a reboot
take her out to eat too
Think I comprehend who you needed
 you seem to see too

we want the same thing
she says im see through
I said lets rewind
really seem to need to

take a deep breath
I need to reprove
she’s alone at the bar
I’ll pull up a seat too



Falling
seems like its the bottom
Instagram model 
she just want pop bottles

freeze frame
see straight through the drama
week night 
too much money
we spent commas


Falling
seems like its the bottom
Instagram model 
she just want pop bottles

freeze frame
see straight through the drama
week night 
too much money
we spent commas

to the bottom
think we got some problems 
solve them 

swimming
 in the water 
with the dolphins

beachside
bet we staying underneath the palm trees

redo
tell her sorry not
sorry


We just keep it right
you will never be alone
give me thirty minutes
in the uber driving down the road

gotta go 
hit the gas
bet we act up

catch me out my mind 
I thead doing backflips

she say its too late
I just hit the party
2am 
sipping straight bacardi

designated drive
i’ll be in the back
couple grand 
I spent it kinda fast

living great til the light
girlie want a bottle just to
celebrate the night
we just live for the life
tell me something different
I’ll just keep my glass up
then we’ll chug it dont need sipping


think

Falling
seems like its the bottom
Instagram model 
she just want pop bottles

freeze frame
see straight through the drama
week night 
too much money
we spent commas


Falling
seems like its the bottom
Instagram model 
she just want pop bottles

freeze frame
see straight through the drama
week night 
too much money
we spent commas


Falling
seems like its the bottom
Instagram model 
she just want pop bottles

freeze frame
see straight through the drama
week night 
too much money
we spent commas


Falling
seems like its the bottom
Instagram model 
she just want pop bottles

freeze frame
see straight through the drama
week night 
too much money
we spent commas

INSTAGRAM BOTTLE

https://fanlink.to/LIES-CC
LYRICS / https://genius.com/Cancel-culture-Lies-lyrics

prod. @geo_1022, @masked-man-peace & @akamaruxoxo

hook: @kyaruok
verse 1: @masked-man-peace (@akamaruxoxo backing vocals)
verse 2: @damienbrbnk
hook 2: @kyaruok (@masked-man-peace adlibs)
verse 3: @masked-man-peace
bridge: @kyaruok & @masked-man-peace
hook 3: @kyaruok (@akamaruxoxo backing vocals)
outro: @nicohorry

mixed & mastered by @masked-man-peace

artwork by @kyaruok

LIES

Spotify / Apple Music

A song about being stuck inside during the apocalypse. Sound familiar? 😉

Written by: Reed Pake, https://soundcloud.com/marcindigo &  https://soundcloud.com/mrmastersucks

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/beatcoin-948353974

Cover art by: https://soundcloud.com/saintkales

Mixed/Mastered by: https://soundcloud.com/3astman  

Verse 1 (Rekap): 
Lyin’ in my bed at leisure, don’t wake ‘till eleven, ever/ 
Seven more rejection letters in my inbox, but no pressure/ 
Check the weather for gigafires and I really should get an air purifier/  Too much take-out, so I guzzle benefiber, just smoked earlier, but now I’m getting higher/ 
I got nothin’ to do and I can’t stand it, news gettin’ worse by the damn second/ 
Can’t see my friends or my fam, gettin’/ 
So lonely when scrolling on Tinder that honestly anyone at this point can get it/
Yeah, and I can’t really cook, so I‘m livin’ off of shit like canned spinach, but I’m managin’, I guess/
And right when this shit couldn’t go more awry/
I open my blinds and I see an orange sky/
Twitter is sayin’ that we’re gonna die/ 
The end is nigh, we should all run and hide/ 
But I’m stuck inside, I don’t know where to go/ 
So I lay in my bed and I stare at my phone/
Meltin’ my brain watchin’ terrible shows/ 
Waitin’ until the whole planet explodes/

Hook 1 (marc indigo):
I don’t know what’s going on and really no one does/ 
All these issues all at once, really I’ve had enough/
I just hate the way my life’s just changed and fell apart/
 I’m just waitin’, I’m frustrated, can we just restart?
I’m terrified but I’m chillin/
I’m staring up at the ceiling/
This world is falling to ruins/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Each day I open my eyes/
I’m seeing smoke in the skies/
Everyone’s hopeless online/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/

 Verse 2 (Mr. Master): 
'08, I ate up my hours alone/ 
Only kept up with time. Stay inside feel like home/
Gopher my head out the ground and it’s discounts on 
underground bunkers I already own/
Rapid lose muscle when farthest approach to a 
cardio stroll is a scroll on a phone/
Classes asynchronous. Pass, no attendance/
I stan education but no. No I’m not busy busy/ 
But the pen game sharper, image crispy/ 
While the kids stay arguin’ with Disney, this hummingbird
heart beat through the windy/
Really been up still. All everyone love kill buzzkill/ 
Spirit ain’t shine, then the sun will/
Not gonna lie though, a hug would be clutch, any touch let the Bowflex a boat less uphill/
Won’t let a dot set up shop keeper windows/ 
Melee X’d out. Miracle mile on dash. Ace quiz shows ‘Nache don’t crash mid woe/ 
Permanent daylight, search for the save life. Case close/
I run out o’ space to run out. I runneth over/ 
I’m driven. I hit a red light and let it go/  

Hook 2 (marc indigo):
I don’t know what’s going on and really no one does/ 
All these issues all at once, really I’ve had enough/
Everyday feels like the same, can we have something new/
I’m just hopin’ in the end that we can make it through/
I’m terrified but I’m chillin/
I’m staring up at the ceiling/
This world is falling to ruins/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Each day I open my eyes/
I’m seeing smoke in the skies/
Everyone’s hopeless online/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/

High Strung (Prod. by biskwiq)

Atwood

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