Piano sampled from https://soundcloud.com/datwhackproducer/w-i-n-d-y @datwhackproducer(Thankssomuchdude)
Speech bits are from 500 days of Summer and there is a Wolves sample hidden in there somewhere. Hope you enjoy; I've been working on this for longer than I would like to admit.
Shout out to Golden Boy for taking such a dope photo and my friend Harley for listening to my half-baked, emotionally charged ideas..

Super special thanks  to @ben-dreier for fixing my messy and awful synths and making this song so much better. Please check out his stuff, it's so dope.

More stuff soon.

Cartoon Birds

Young Slee and Bastion body a beat.

Stay tuned for more Bastion and Slee.

Check out Slee at @1slee

TALK Feat. Slee

Bastion Dive in the Deep End

yes, I did produce this

BASTION IN THE AFTERLIFE COMES OUT SOON

Bastion is a Killer Whale

in my bimmer
be my 
in my bimmer
be my 
in my bimmer 
be my 
you're my queeeenn
in my bimmer 
be my 
in my bimmer (queen queen)

haha max reverb

Drycleaned

the effort in my descriptions have plummeted so hard.

Been down this road a bit 
even when i called it quits 
bring my career back from the brink: 
rapper necromancer 
bitches be like goddamn: he really is a cancer 
shame i get hard when they always playing hard to get 
shame i let my tiny kevin hart go out and get broke again 
ladies holla for attention but im focused pen 
either way i get rejection and we haven’t spoken since

Dozer

This one is about the Doom Patrol

butterfly collector 
hang my body up as a hobby 
and you can hold hands with like   my specter 

im gliding in the air at terminal velocity 
flow as sweet as the jelly jam it shares viscosity 
my only satisfaction is that no one will be copying me 

it was five o’clock in the morning
when an orange sun was was pouring 
like the juice that I was drinking when I decided I was boring

Will i still be a sad boy when I hit 27 
will i be thinking in the box like I got murdered by kevin 
or have my head in the clouds like I was looking for proof of a heaven  

And all the blue in me is rising 
like the new york city skyline
I’ve been trying to condense my life into a byline 
until this guys dies but I can’t buy time 
or hit rewinds so I’ll sink my teeth into some me time 
how’s that for size? 
how’s that for a lie     

butterfly collector 
hang my body up as a hobby 
and you can hold hands with like   my specter 

more like a data plan than a rapper I’ve only played two gigs
play the game of life but the game is too rigged
I’d trade my life today for a plane ticket and new digs   

You knows I’m suburban 
because i can’t handle my bourbon 
and the burden im carrying is weighing on me so heavy
and you can fire when ready 
and load your chopper with any of the ammunition I’m giving 
so stop your bitching and rip it

pin me to the wall of ur collection
and I’ll comply join the the other butterflies in line for the dissection
and when I’m sliced by cutting knives I won’t worry my pretty little head about an infection 

you can draw lines all you like
straighter than my jaw line when I make it tight
but that dont mean shit if you cross em when it turns to night
When you tell me you love me, you need me , you breathe me 
make me wanna scream honey don’t leave me     

butterfly collector 
hang my body up as a hobby 
and you can hold hands with like   my specter

Butterfly Collector

Slice a rapper in half.

Lyrics:
(Hook)
If I haven't told you yet 
It's something I'll forget 
If I haven't told you yet
Please let me go 
(Bridge?)
If I haven't told you yet
If I haven't told you yet
If I haven't told you yet
If I haven't told you yet

(Absolute Bars) 
Today I feel like Orestes on the run from these spirits
the far and the near ones
who creep and They hear it 
I am the exiled son 
Top dog in the ring but the master of none
Call me bastard at once   
Don’t be scared when I grab the long claw
I go dumb raw 
Not lion but Ill slice you in half you like was Mumm-ra 

But if I'm attacked in the streets by a man with a knife
Feel like Tak in my dreams, with clean and sheets and life
And I brag what I have but I fall like the sun
And i ask and haggle and I beg you to run 
and I heave through the grief and believe in the son 
feel the breeze on the beach in a house with my loves
and wake up in the city to the ruffles of some doves 
the old me still fits right like a glove

Sidecutter

You KNOW I'm going out clubbing ;)

Photo by Alex Wohlin

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