11 - That Fly Shit

Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nex9EBEuJgA

Lyrics:
Top off my tank with some high octane
No way to stop this flame
hop off the hype train
now I'm on track, make my getaway
haven’t held my head so elevated since like hella days
anyway 
I go off on a tangent when I vent what's on my mental
I think I must be destined the pen is what I am meant for
headed for the summit or maybe somewhere above it
I do it for the buzz, nah I do it cause I love it uh

and this might seem nothing much at all, 
but I can’t afford to stall, after all I took it this far so
don’t bother if you think you wanna stop me
watch me, isn’t it obvious I’m a hot MC
empty stomach how I’m hungry for that hundred 
percent, I’m never content, I never regret
a single second that I spent getting closer to perfection
doing what I can so I can hone my self direction 

I’m out here and I'm bout to get it right
I’m working by the day and I’m grinding by the night
I might just write another verse about the come up
and if I keep it up I could be done before the sun up
Wassup to everybody 
I'm here, I know I'm ready
Let's cut with all the bullshit
I don't have time for any
Every moment matters 
I'd rather be planning than passing the time doing jack shit, 
and that's it 

Hope everybody from the bay is watching
codes got that hotter than the summer flow
whack brothers don’t got a thing on me
honestly you all don’t even come close
Back to the board when I be deep in thought
if it wasn’t really clear, I don’t sleep a lot
I've got it under control, cause I’m still trying to light some
dynamite, and I might just blow
 so underrated I think I should make it I’m taking the rules and I’m aiming to break ‘em
Impatient as hell but I’m saying I got it 
I’m just being honest I spit what I want and I’m gone

And then I get back on, 
take a second to step back and better my songs 
if I don’t get it right, then it’s back to square one
when I’m writing I put the rest of my life on pause
the devil's in the details for those who pay attention
I’m going for the gold, not some honorable mention
(hook)
When I’m feeling the vibe I'm like that’s it
When the stars are aligned, I’m like that’s it 
With my feet on the ground, I’m gonna let it all out
I’m just thinking aloud, really that’s it

I’m just trying to turn my status into classic
I just wanna make cool stuff like it’s a habit 
Turtle-type speed and these rappers like rabbits
but remember who won that race? ok that’s it

That's It

song: https://soundcloud.com/middle-east-beats/altura
follow: https://soundcloud.com/middle-east-beats
Coverart: made by me, tried to recreate my phone

Deciding if I should drop the rest of the songs I have. Still unsure.
edit 1/2/17 
i did drop them lmaoo 
https://soundcloud.com/llamawav/sets/letters-never-sent

[lyrics]
She aint steal no heart but she steal them souls 
She got me runnin off the hills and i cant no mo 
I wanna go to a place where it aint so cold
Where the colors shine bright and the mold dont grow 
Im getting back in the function 
I use to want all your loving but now i want it even more 
But it aint never meant be
So i staay sleeping hoping that i catch this dream
I wanna lay in a meadow will it stay green?
I wanna breathe air, without that carbon emission 
Not a man on a mission but a man with vision 
Who wants to see all his children but i be stuck in this fiction 
Imprisoned maybe if i took the time to believe in religion
I wouldn't be so stressed but i got shit on my mind
what happens after i die does time keep going and going
Like Idk where im going 
I see the water it flowing 
So im taking dip but this current dont shift and its a long way down 
I just wanna find myself in this thing called sound
Sometimes i hear this ring 
Like when an angel sings
I don't feel displeased
But then the storms come in 
And when it rains it pours  
I be hiding my tears inside this phone
I wanna keep it movin’ but i cant no mo
I wanna go to a place where it aint so cold 
Where the uh colors shine bright
Where the mold dont grow uh uh uh 
Im getting back in the function 
I use to want all your lovin 
But that ship has sunken and now im searching for something
So i, wonder what wanderer would do in his finals moments
Probably be sippin on something potent 
And when he dies they finally notice
Hes a poet, they bring me back and relive all my greatest moments
In yo hands forever hold em
You kept me gold for the price of my soul 
 im at an all time low 
But i remember the flow 
Where i be dancing and grooving
Life lesson, i am her student 
So im just keeping it moving it
And i dont care what you doing as long as We Keep it movin
The rhythm imma pursue it until i cant  no mo 
I wanna go to a place where it aint so cold
Where the colors shine bright
Where the mold dont grow uh uh
i wanna go, i wanna go..

for someone who won't feel the same [prod. MiddleEast]

Art by @chrosky and produced by @geo_1022
Guys I'm working on something nice, something reaaal nice for y'all, but in the mean time enjoy an old unreleased track

Text Back (prod. Garrett)

Bonus track off of https://soundcloud.com/crystalcloudsjp 's EP
Bandcamp link: https://crystalclouds.bandcamp.com/album/things-to-remember
Featuring, elle :) https://soundcloud.com/elleandthegravediggers

LYRICS:
I got a little thing I wanna get off my chest
I’ve been thinking bout’ the possibilities to keep me fresh
And the wholesome little feelings I’ve been keeping so suppressed
Makes me wanna scream it out, I just wanna know what’s best
For me, and my beloved, that i haven’t even met
There’s a lot of things I wanna say, that’s hiding in my head
First of all I want a cliche, coffee, cocoa butter spread
And some tiny conversations that will make you think in bed
Make me take you out for lunch and other get togethers too
I just wanna be the gentleman who takes you back on curfew 
And you’ll be like a queen with scents of cocoa butter shampoo 
And your dad won’t have to worry bout’ your heart shaped colored tattoo
And listen, we can go to any place you want
My treat, we can even go to France, into a restaurant
Where we could eat croissants all day outside the storefront
Then sleep while watching movies, where our living room’s the rosemont
____________

Everyday I’m wasting time

Hoping that our stars align

When you’re lost, call anytime

You’re all that’s what’s on my mind 
____________

We can chill out in the basement of your fancy house
Where DDR and Scrabble are the only things we care about 
And we can solve a puzzle that displays the sun and moon too
Unless we lose a piece, then we can order one that’s brand new
While waiting for delivery, we got the mental caucus
Of checking out what’s going on inside the oval office
But instead we’ll just ignore it with the money that we profit
From monopoly, until we both go bankrupt from and we stop it 
Then if we both get hungry, well then theres no need to worry
I'll just the cook you up a dinner, we can eat it in a hurry 
Make it just the way you like it
Sweet and sour, hold the spices
Even if you say its bad, I'll still be happy that you tried it
And when the sun goes down, we'll travel up the tiny mountain
And no it's not to make out, it's the stars that we'll be countin'
Where we talk about our future, whether we'll be both accounting
For whatever comes our way and in the depths of our surroundings
____________

Everyday I’m wasting time

Hoping that our stars align

When you’re lost, call anytime

You’re all that’s what’s on my mind 
____________

on my mind feat. guia elle (prod. dustbunnybedroom)

On Spotify, iTunes, Google Play, etc.

Prod. @yungmaple
Mixed and Mastered by @iamhrtbrk
Cover Art by @iamhrtbrk

afterlife (prod. 🍁yungmaple🍁) [Available on Spotify & iTunes]

Written by: Reed Pake & paper latte
paper latte's SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/paperlatte
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/playfulryan
Mixed/Mastered by: Blindsightmix & John Garcia
Album Cover by: Nick O'Neil

Breathing Canvas (feat. paper latte) - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

Breathing Canvas (feat. paper latte) [prod. Playful Ryan]

Marc Indigo - Back To Basics(remix)

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCdNwuyB2dw

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
The screen door mesh framed the prologue perfectly/
as the clouds coiled into something more serpentine/
fervently, my eyes darted back and forth to catch a glimpse/
and managed to see something land beyond the glassy palaces/
dust rippled off speakers for emergency broadcasts/
as some unmarked vehicles were circling on past/
streaming different colored tape you're not allowed through/
all the while a vivid darkness swirling in the clouds brewed/
my stomach free fell every time I craned my neck/
peering up and out the world that maybe never paid its debts/
the weather vanes were bent from winds that seemed to change direction/
on a whim, impaling pretty songbirds onto tapered ends/
it started making sense when reporters stormed en masse/
cameras forward, prying up the boards, disclosing fortunes stashed/
but it was more than that, when they switched the channel/
to a discarnate voice saying more just hit the ground/

and so plentiful rumors sprout out the weeds/
trying to get a stranglehold on the brand new intrigue/
because it came from above and shimmered when it fell/
to here, shattering the facets of an upper realm/

I saw the silhouette of consequence/
up on the hill surveying the entire continent/
as many more fell, well into a countless digit/
peppering the field of view, the seeds that grew we're now infinite/
clouds were shifting more amorphic by the second/
like a portal pouring endless gemstones on the poor and helpless/
"pandemonium" could not express the event/
as the sand dunes were melting into a mess I've never beheld/
I shut the cover of my moisture trap manually/
the rattling up above had been addling my brain from back to front/
I could barely recognize the retooled, pelted ground/
that was beaten down beneath the steel wool textured clouds/
and I sat and stared up at the thriving storm that built a scenic view/
as ragged wires of light engulfed the night so unbelievable/
the water rushed around me, the strangest thing I've ever seen/
as the open door framed the epilogue expertly/

It Came From Above (prod. ibrahim)

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]

Written by: Reed Pake & https://soundcloud.com/keepitinside
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/talbeatss
Cover art by: https://www.instagram.com/w.vinn/
Mixed/Mastered by: https://soundcloud.com/keepitinside

(Verse 1):
I used to live in the future, but now I’m stuck in the past/
My memories are like movies and I keep on runnin’ ‘em back/ Repeatin’ scenes I’ve seen so many times, still stunned and aghast/ At how my life could be different if I weren’t such an ass/ So many verses I spat just so I could adjust my label/ Craved attention so badly, that I could devour a plateful/ But I tried so hard to be seen, I forgot to set the right angle/ Then the camera rolled and I was told I acted disgraceful/ Damn, and I had homies who’d show me so much love/ But at the time it just never felt like it was enough/
Chasin’ validation from people who didn’t give a fuck/
About me, leavin the ones who really did behind in the dust/  ‘Cuz they’d always listen when I was bitchin’ about feelin’ voiceless/ But I’d ditch ‘em for toxic folks I knew I should be avoidin’/ Yet, I was so thirsty I was happy drinkin’ poison/ And all my friends warnin’ me were drowned in a sea of voices

(Hook):
Man I was so blind/
And I know I can’t just heal the scars I’ve tried/
I want to take it back and make it right/
All that I’ve avoided to be fine/
Sorry that I left you all behind/ 

(Verse 2):
I’m wakin’ up from dreams that feel realer than life/
In ‘em I fight with my demons, hear ‘em scream in the dead of night/
Now it’s got me facin’ all the darkest vignettes of my life/
So I gaze at a screen just to get a glimmer of light/
Hittin’ me right where it hurts and fuck, it might be absurd/
But I’m saying sorry to people I haven’t spoken a word/
To in years now, so I can make it clear how/
Much I’ve really changed and I can’t be more sincere ‘bout/
Wantin’ to make up for the errors of the ways/ Every year it gets more difficult to bear all this weight/ But I don’t even know if I believe all that I say/ When I’m repeatin’ the same mistakes I’d make back in the day/ Kickin’ myself until I re-open up my old scars/ I’d go far, but in my wake I’d leave behind some broke hearts/ Yeah, and now that everything I’d worry bout’s irrelevant/ All that I think about is how I wish I could’ve been a better friend/

Marc Indigo - Back To Basics(remix)

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