This track is disgustingly good, look forward to your next releases!

I love this song, your album is my fun car ride music.

CHAPTER 2

Think about the way your spine twists when you stand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.
Think about the way your spine twists when you stand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.

River of Sand; self-fulfilling bed of waste.
River of Sand; absolute Hell.

Cursed with immeasurable greed.
Treasonous mouths get the first of the feed.
Winded, words only meant to poison like lead.

River of Sand; self-fulfilling bed of waste.
River of Sand; absolute Hell.

Think about the way your spine twists when you stand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.
Think about the way your spine twists when you stand.
Deserving of a life below the River of Sand.

River of Sand; self-fulfilling bed of waste.
River of Sand; absolute Hell.

Signed,
F

\|||\\|\ Ị̷̡̬̃̌ ̸̙̄w̵͕̺̆i̸͎̫͑͝s̵̭͎̘̊h̸̦̲̏̾͠ ̸̳͙̜͌Í̵̞̣̠̔̈́ ̸͕͖̻̃c̶̥̔̈̕o̵͈̗͋̀͆͜ư̶̱l̶̢̜̗̓̎͠d̶̹͚͈̀̚'̴̖͎̌͒v̷̲̔̚ẻ̵̜̙͙̍ ̶̭̗͆̚s̴̙͌ạ̴̛̣̤i̵̺̾͜ͅd̴̨̲̭̓ ̶̼̮͊͆͒g̶̢̩̎ơ̴̲͖̫͑ö̸ͅd̷͙̥͐̈́̕b̸̋̐͜y̴͚͆͑͘e̶̘͓̠͂̎,̸͙͚́ ̶̭͖́͠b̸̧̛̦̬͊̓ṷ̶̱̍̏̍t̴̨͚̟̓ ̷̺̥̤̉̊͝t̵͇͓̯̂r̵͍͋ư̴̭̒̍s̶̢͈̫̏̏̋t̶̞̙͆ ̵̨͖̳̓̓ṱ̵̬̂h̴͔̗̫́̍͒ã̸̬̼̤t̷̮́̏͘ ̴̗͇̉̏w̷̦̎h̵͓̾͑a̷̪͕͋͝ẗ̴̤́͜ ̷̧̼̩̈Į̸̗͕̏̋̀ ̶͖̳͓̑͒͝ḍ̶̟̟̇̇̀í̷̙̎͘d̷̝͑ ̵̣̔w̷̧͖̙͌h̷̥̉͐̌i̵͙̊͜l̴̦̊̓̆͜e̸͓͉͆͛͗͜ ̷̯̝̓͋ḧ̸̻̈́̂ẻ̸̺͉̟͊ŕ̵͈͠ẻ̸̮͑̽ ̷̻̋̄͒w̷̘̕a̴̮͑̆s̷͈͌͂ ̷̠̅̈́̔ň̶̜͚̍͆e̶̥̥̣͛c̶͓̋e̷͚̺̥͠s̵̹̻̼̿̓͝s̷̹̳̕a̴̗̿̂̄ȑ̴͎̘́y̸̦͎̒.̸̗̓̀͒ ̶͉͙͓̽̚Ḯ̸͝ͅf̶̞̠̊͠ ̵̹̒n̶͍̤̊o̴͉̥͠t̵̛̫̆ ̴̞̟̺̒̀ḁ̸̡͌ ̶͎̍p̵̤̗̙̅͗̍e̶̺̿̑͜ř̸͎̠͚̒̑m̴̟̣͐͘ă̵͔̺̕͝n̶͕̬̭̏̊e̴͈̪̕n̶͕͈̑t̷̺̥̔̽ ̶̛̥̝̈́h̷̡̗͔̀̽ą̶̤͗ĺ̷̡̗͖̾̚ť̴͍̺,̴̡̅ ̵̥̚i̷̡̗̣̿͒t̴̬̓͌ͅ ̴̳͓̭̾w̴̢̮̾ą̷̄̃͜ͅs̸͖͈͈̃͌ ̵̣̘̣̍̈́a̵̹͖͊ ̶͚̪̖͂̍͋s̸̨̫͔̃e̸͓̰̎̏̾t̷̳̞̥̏b̵̢͓͇͗ǎ̷̪̈́́c̴͇̱͗͘k̶̲̍̃̈́ͅ ̵̛̖͌́ṭ̷̫̯̊̌h̶̻̳̭̓̔͘ą̸͂̄͜t̶͍͖͑͘ ̷̪̽͆̑r̶̛͕̂ē̴͓q̷̺̱̰̇̐ụ̶̣̗̂͝͠ḯ̶̬̋r̵̖̰̺͌̏ë̶̙̓s̵̛̫ ̴͚̗̍͊r̵̥̙̀͗e̸̞͍͐̒́c̷̼̭̥͠o̸̖̊́͂v̴̤͝e̸̠̍r̶̫̟̱̐y̷̡̟̫̌.̸̗̿̂ ̶̩͖̻̇̆I̷̘̿͜ ̶̡̗̬̎̑̎l̵̩͇̓̓ǒ̶͇͓͓̄̊v̵̥̘̒ë̴̼́ ̴̨̳̜̋̈́y̶͍͓͇̋o̴̭̎͛̕ứ̷͔͓̭ ̷̩͓̜̉̏ȧ̸͉̭̚͠l̶̡͓͖̎̾w̶͖̱͋͒̎a̷̛̯̳̒y̷̜͓̮̏s̷͇͍̀,̸̤͂͝ ̸̢͉̼̾͋ä̴̝́̔̄n̸̝͛̀̊d̸͎͙͋͒̕ ̶̘̯̟͆̍͌w̴̪̄̃̓h̴̙͓̋͛́a̵̞͑́t̶̘̍̆ ̸̣̋I̶̩̍͋͠ ̸̖͕̄ḏ̷͂̆͋i̴̘̱̚d̶̚͜ ̴͕͋͛f̴͈̽̊̾o̷̟͉̎͌̀r̸͓̮͉̉ ̸̰͛t̴̟͆͜h̸̹͍͇͐e̷̺̝͘͜ ̷͇̬̙̂͊̔c̴̟̙͌͆͘a̷̤̎ű̷̼ͅs̸̼̈͌͝ḛ̷̆̐,̷̮̙͂̚ ̵̟̖̌I̶͕̗͂̄͌ ̷͕̮̬͋̕ặ̷l̷̢̥͇̎̚s̵̱̋̄́o̵͖̟̪̎̅ ̴̥̓ḍ̴̕̚i̷̼̬̓d̴̡̑̎͌ ̶͇̠͂̽́f̸̬̩̃̂o̶̦̘͓̔͂̊r̷̻͕̍̍ͅ ̸̝̮͂̿y̶͛̓͒͜o̷̜̫͉͝ư̴̳̬̺.̴̧͙́ ̵̛͉͍̔͂P̸̧͓͋l̴̖̇͝e̶͖̅ä̷̠́s̷͓̀̎́e̷̝̬̼͛͒ ̶͕͍̑̀ͅk̸̡̠͊́e̷̫̖͊̆e̷͎͐p̷̧̪̖͐̉͘ ̵͖̭̃͊f̴̧̞̼͘ĩ̸̫̇̏ǵ̸͕͎̹̓ẖ̸̢͑t̵̗̀i̴̧͆n̴̫̳̍͜ǧ̵͇͇͝,̸̡̬̀͝ ̸̭̻̈́͑͋F̵̘̥͑r̷̮͉̀̓̇e̷̝͔̿y̶̮͙̓̆͑a̵͕͍̹͐̎.̴͕̼͔͐ ̷̫̉I̵̡̎̋ ̴͙͂k̵̺͌n̶̯͋ȯ̸̧̠̳͝w̸̖͉̜̄͊̽ ̴̱̥̆̕y̶̜̘̬͗̔o̸͇̅͘ṳ̶̊ ̷̗͂̀̉ͅͅm̵̨͚͐̚͜i̵͖̓̚g̸̲̯̼̽h̴̢̛͗̆t̵̖͓̣̔͐͌ ̶͕̳̙̍ņ̵̱̅ö̶̧͎́ť̷͈ ̶͉̪͆̂̈́s̵̪͈͍̆̉̎e̵̙̮̊ȩ̶̤̹͐͂̈́ ̵̗̯̀̂̍ͅt̶̲̝̪͑h̷̗͝i̵͉̪̿́ṡ̷̛̥̃ ̵͍̄b̷͖͉̜̃̈̔u̷̲̟͗t̴̮͓͂͠ ̷̩̍͒̃m̸̳͚̹̉ỷ̸̧̺̅̊ ̶̗̻̫̋́h̶̦͉̏͑͝ě̵̥͍͈̆̊ḁ̴̛̀̌r̴̺͐̊͜t̶͈̞͒ ̴̜̆͝r̶̘̜̺̓̅e̴̺̅s̸̙̱̀t̴̼̋͛̑ṣ̴̱̎͗̅ ̸̻̼͋k̸͈͌̓̿n̴̰̮̂͊o̶̜̾̊͠w̵̮̰̋ͅḯ̸̥͚̐̑n̶͈̋͊g̵̮͙̖̿̏ ̸̼̈́y̴̩̣̓o̴͔̘͌̄u̵͙͠ ̷̡̬̑́͒m̴̺͚̔̔̐a̷̺͚̋̒͝y̸͚̰͆ ̶̖̿f̷͈̣̈́͝͝e̷͌͊́͜ĕ̷̺̗͜ĺ̷̟̮ ̶̩̰̯͠t̸͚̰̲̓h̵̭̒e̴̥͎̽͌͠s̷̩̎̇͐ȅ̸̢ ̷͚͒̈́ẅ̶͍̹͗́ȍ̷͇̠̈́́r̶̻̎̾̃d̴̹͖͛̾̊s̶͇̍̌ ̵̜͋̐̕s̶̡͇͋̿̏ơ̸̰͙̽̕m̷̝̾́̉e̴̝̲͙͒̐h̵͕͉̀̅͑͜o̷̳̻͐͐͠w̸̜͝.̴̩̺̑ ̶̛̗̭̣͆́-̵̥̓ ̴͕̇̈͝P̴̜̪̓̐̋͜ơ̸̲̰̫͑̄ȓ̵̨̫̺̔t̶͎̅͑͝ë̶̹̞́r̶̤͂̈͝ || |\\|\\

Produced, Tracked, Mixed, Mastered - Jason Tanners
Composition - Jason Tanners

Exclusive License issued to Bohan T&M
(c) Jason Tanners 2022

Jason Tanners - "River Of Sand" (Chapter 2)

CATCH YOU LACKIN'  - Dre K 47 Feat. CC2x & Lulu Moon

original song by Fuego soundcloud.com/toofuego
song produced by Drvco soundcloud.com/drvco-dragon

Aiming the stick out the coupe huh
Aiming that shit right at you yea
Spray’em all down do-do-do yea
Now you bleeding out with your crew mmm
What the fuck you gon do
Cmon
Pick your head up, huh
Pick your head up, yea

Pick your head up shooting this shit when I’m
shooting my shit yeah I shoot with my crew
Daddy been shooting a movie huh 
I wanna see what that body do 
How that body move 
Daddy got me inna type of mood 
Wearing designer with attitude 
I got red bottoms 
Now I’m acting rude 

Hear you talking shit
Please just close your lips
We got bigger sticks
And extended clips
Artic like my drip
He wanna take a lick
Put down your whole crew
You still not over it

Hear you talking shit
Please just close your lips
We got bigger sticks
And extended clips
Artic like my drip
He wanna take a lick
Put down your whole crew
You still not over it

And my drip is just going so crazy yuh
You got 2 eyes why you lazy
You say the smoke make it hazy 
At least the smoke didn't make me 
At least the smoke doesn’t phase me 
Gotchu crying out here like a baby 
Gotchu screaming out please somebody please save me 
Wa-wa-wa
Yeah 

Aiming the stick out the coupe huh
Aiming that shit right at you yea
Spray’em all down do-do-do yea
Now you bleeding out with your crew mmm
What the fuck you gon do
Cmon
Pick your head up, huh
Pick your head up, yeah
Uh-huh u-huh, yeah

pickyourheadup (cover) prod. Drvco

Written and Produced by Vapors
Title: Fastlane
Artist: Vapors
Genre: Phonk

Fastlane

Vapors - Fastlane

Remix & Additional production by @VaporsTV
Original Artists @grimm-443548172 & @lulum00n
Original Track: https://soundcloud.com/grimm-443548172/ctrl-grimm-x-lulu-moon

CTRL - Grimm X Lulu Moon (Vapors Remix)

s.o.s.

ghost (in you)

stupid!

anxious

Track 4 - Numb Disease
from Dawsy's second studio album, self-titled "Dawsy"
BANDBOY Records 2025

Numb Disease

2025 Rising Sun Blues by Phazz and Billy Korg
Lyrics: Tradicional Louisiana Folk song 'The House Of The Rising Sun' from Anthology of Louisiana Literature. More info: https://peakd.com/hive-175836/@nupulse/rising-sun-blues-the-house-of-the-by-phazz-and-billy-korg-enes

LYRICS:

There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun,
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, oh God, I’m one.

If I had only listened of what my mama said,
I’d be at home today.
But bein’ so young and foolish, my Lord,
Let a gambler lead me astray.
 
Now, my mother is a tailor,
She sews those new blue jeans.
And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a drunken man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he’s satisfied,
Lord, is when he’s on the drunk.
 
Somebody go get my baby sister;
Tell her not to do, not to do what I have done.
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun.
 
Well, I’m goin’ back to New Orleans;
My race is almost run.
Yes, I’m goin’ back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, the rising sun.

ghost (in you)

SALT

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