Top Re-Ex Pop #2

Lyrics - Apollo
Production- Apollo

EXODUS: XDS is the debut album from Apollo. EXODUS: XDS was produced by Apollo, Tuji Thomas, and Garret Reza. All original lyrics were written by Apollo. EXODUS: XDS was released on Jan. 19th 2025.

EXODUS: XDS

IAMXDS

Lyrics 
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my baby a natural , you could try but you probably won't catch up.
Im focused on too much to be worried about you.
Now I'm just hoping you could get better. 
The plan was to bring her friend but now she under the weather 
now it ain't my fault if we never get together 
now I'm bouta take a flight out 
i will never allow this shit in my house x2
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i got to many i don't wanna make you a an addition 
6 figures in my account is what ive been missing 
got too many problems i don't wanna make you one
lets fk around lets have some fun
from the bottom now im just trying to get farther, im so sorry you never had a father
honestly I don't wanna ever be bothered.
Baby im just doing something new, brand new im just trying to get them numbers up
ain't no one else doing what im doing , im just trying to get to number 1
only been here a couple months but they treat me like I'm a vet
im just trying to get rich im not there yet, i know everytime i do good they upset.
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my baby a natural , you could try but you probably won't catch up.
Im focused on too much to be worried about you.
Now I'm just hoping you could get better. 
The plan was to bring her friend but now she under the weather 
now it ain't my fault if we never get together 
now I'm bouta take a flight out 
i will never allow this shit in my house x2
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one or two times, two times probably enough 
i know that we got it good i don't wanna fk it up
i think that we going too fast. 200 on the dash but I know it won't last.
Do you want credit or cash, i just need to know where you at . Baby drop your map location.
We just need another vacation.
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my baby a natural , you could try but you probably won't catch up.
Im focused on too much to be worried about you.
Now I'm just hoping you could get better. 
The plan was to bring her friend but now she under the weather 
now it ain't my fault if we never get together 
now I'm bouta take a flight out 
i will never allow this shit in my house x2

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This is my latest pop song with female AI vocals about a forthcoming cruise trip to the capital of Norway. Listen with headphones...

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Constellation Lyra - Oslo After Dark [out on Spotify]

こめかみに

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

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blorgpulkfplorksickle