Mixing, mastering, and producing by @dustbunnybedroom
Co-produced by Mahal Slick

Lyrics:
I've looking at the stars out my window-sill
Reminiscing about decisions I'm regretting still
Vision getting blurry, so unstable like I'm off a pill
Don't know if I'm really living life, or if I'm even real

Life is full of meaning, they say you should understand
But to me it feel like magic, I can't even seem to grasp
All these people say I'm young but I feel like an old man
Someone tell me, is it normal, I can't even seem to stand

Mind is wandering, pondering second guesses
Another 2am message
These memories from the past, started creeping on me again
Now this pillow under my head getting wetter, now I remember
You're never gonna get better if you're pushing to forget

Looking up so high, I can't even see the ground no more
Tell me why am I staying up so late
Sleep is what I need to make me do more

Now I'm falling down again
Lotta different feelings gonna come around again
You know I got way too much to count in my head
Yeah yeah yeah
Someone tell me how to sleep, cuz this ceiling's all I'm seeing lately
Yeah, yeah

Breaking through the surface with my hand
Pull my feet up off-a my bed
Now I'm pacing up down again
Do she see me as just a friend
Take a sip now I feel refreshed
Lying down, like I never left
No expression, be looking blank
Many feelings, but feeling dead

But no, it's okay, yeah
These emotions bottled all day, yeah
Lying down like it's a party, yeah you know that's all me
Pictures in my head I'm drawing, ain't no time for

Falling down again
Lotta different feelings gonna come around again
You know I got way too much to count in my head
Yeah yeah yeah
Someone tell me how to sleep, cuz this ceiling's all I'm seeing lately

familiar ceilings (prod. dustbunnybedroom)

Life is shared.
Love is real.

Love like this don't miss. 
Don't run outta love. 
Swoon.

Said don't look now, I'm fallin'. 
Fair warnin'. Brace yourself for this. 
I'm wagin' war on heartbreak. 
Heart gold. Heart good. No heartache. Love. 
I met this angel. Did it hurt?
When you fell down from heaven to earth. 
Shook off the dirt and you're back to God's work. 
You done gave me wings. I'm lifted.
But soft. What's that in the night?
A spark, lit fire in the dark. 
Bulletproof. Go and shoot your shot.
I bet it won't leave a notch.
Said don't look now, I'm fallin'. 
Honey, don't look down, we're soarin'. 
Good ass mornin'. 
Love too real. Can't fake, can't forge it. 
Love too much. Can't front. Can't forget. 
Heart flutters. It stutters. It skips. 
Breath too short, head rush, and I trip. 
Never seems to be ground I hit. 
I always float above, always float above.
Otherworldly. On these coals, I walk.
No burnt feet and no worries. 
Transcendence. Ya can't end this. 
Endless. Heart full fledged. I'm fixed. 
I found proof that true love exists. 
Felt too good to be true but it is. 
Hearts in my eyes and my step got a spring in it. 
Springtime bloom. Head over heels like. 

Future's bright. 
I didn't know you could feel so alive. 
Sunshine days and moonbeam nights, 
dreamin' o' bein' back by your side. 
Lovebird, listen. I'm smitten,
with no signs of it quittin'. 
You walk in, whole world sounds like it's singin'. 
It's different. You do that thing you do and it's swoon. 
Fainting. Reawakening. 
Just to feel it the same and strengthening. 
And I'm stronger, and I'm prouder. 
No fear that I'm lost. I found ya. 
Found out star-crossed fate ain't only in fables.
Faithful. One for the ages. 
Praises. Thankful. Swoon. 
Until we meet again, 
I'll be patiently waitin' for you.

Said don't look now I'm, now I'm, future's bright. 
Spark lit light in the darkest night. 
Love too swoon. Can't fuss, can't fight it. 
This heart flutters. It skips. It glitters. It's gold.
It feels like home. I'm wagin' war on heartache. 
Star-crossed fate ain't a myth. 
I'm lifted. Fledged. I'm fixed. 
Springtime bloom with a spring step swoon
and a head rush trip. Never ground I, ground I. 
Bulletproof. On these coals I walk.
No notch. No worries. Otherworldly. 
Mercy. Lovebird. Whole world singin'.
It's endless. Transcendence. I'm smitten. 
Met this blessin'. Heaven on earth. 
Wings. Honey, don't look down. We're perfect. 
Perfect. And I'm stronger, prouder. 
Found ya shakin' off dirt. Did it hurt?
Fainting. Strengthening. Reawakening. 
Thankful. Faithful. Patient. Swoon.
Swoon.

Swoon

...It Mutates!
Part One: Umbra

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I heard an echo of you - a vast distance between us 
when I woke from that nightmare that transition was seamless
grass isn’t as green as I thought below this static cloud
as my cold, dramatic house stands hidden beneath it

see I’m climbing up the walls to pop some champagne on the summit
I’m aware it’s just a mirror, but still my hand may opt to punch it
I just stare at what I fear, it’s in the closets, the corners, and cards
hallways distorting, I think your ghost is the source of the dark

we’re worlds apart (but you’re whispering my name again)
I stare at burning stars(only difference is the way it’s said)
and lay in bed, there’s something off, a bunch of wrong guesses
know there’s nothing there, but fuck it still has such a strong presence 

I’m restless, my bed’s in this poltergeist spawn point
with my spectral white shepherd; his pulverized dog toys
odd noises upstairs, a floor that freezes and melts
a roof I don’t understand, and a door that keeps to itself


stuck in hell, yeah I truly think I lost it this - time
the lights start to flicker and the faucets drip - slime
the ceiling keeps growing and the walls are skin - tight
there's mutating portraits in a locket’s insides

there’s a ghost here, and it got inside this machine
so when the smoke clears, I just want to find some relief
this shit is so weird, even though I know it’s not real
your umbra snuck in and my shadow got peeled


I just can’t forget you, but shadows aren’t a roommate
experiments in test tubes, a sampled thought that mutates
under observation it changes
annihilation of the self I’m running on the patient

I hate when the ceiling’s full of fingers that grab in reverse
I watch it ripple at the wrists of the hands that emerge
balance nerves with Irish whiskey and random liqueurs
that haven’t cured the visions that are bringing this phantom of yours

it’s a curse, it’s a rotating smile in the dark
from an old flame - a cold vein defiling this heart
I say I’m OK as I sleep in through my tenth alarm
fending off dreams that easily remove defensive charms

it says “NOW” on the clock, my bedroom door becomes ajar
there’s a growl and a bark, my dog is sure that’s something’s wrong
a top one hundred siren song, I nearly let go of this realm
there’s glowing fissures in the walls - I’m hearing echoes of myself

Umbra (prod. Garrett.)

...It Mutates! 
Part Two: Message Not Delivered

prod. @geo1022
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:  

(Remember way back when? When we were good and everything was fine?)

When we'd message everyday, you know, to truly connect
But I used to duck for cover when you'd shoot me a text
You'd choose a name, safety off, it didn't matter who it said
Gunpowder residue left on your finger after you hit send

On a secure line you madly tapped on all the keys
I was your primary target, you caps locked onto me
Heat seeking, but couldn't bear to take some damage
Send a missile back and you'd deploy a flair for the dramatic

Then you'd leave me on read, appearing online with green dots
Played with friendly fire, hitting allies with screenshots
Declassified sweet talk, they saw what we said
they wouldn't let it slide, I had to army crawl in DM's

I pulled the PIN I always open my phone with
To see you lobbed something my way and hoped it exploded
Just know that type of shrapnel was a hull destroying hit
And the messenger was riddled with a bullet pointed list

Before it all collapsed, who knew a wall of text from you could hurt?
Knew the sentence long before I saw the executioner
I got the block, while that angry mob of desperate nerds
Couldn't wait to see that news/noose, hanging on your every word

…Huh, it formed a powerful stillness
I tried to connect the dots before the bouncing ellipsis
Had eclipsed this feeling with a different one to show me
The message you had sent was just a finger gun emoji


(Although I never sent a text back… I felt phantom vibrations on my thigh, anxious to see your name pop up on that screen)


A haunting ringtone melody that's full of wrong notes
Plays on your ghosting ship, complete with skulls and crossbones
Not just me who can hear all those mutineer's lost souls
Groan as you unlock your phone with a nuclear launch code



Felt like there were skilled marksmen telling me to write a sentence
You were like a drill sergeant yelling at a private message
It left tenants shell shocked as your lightning bolts flanked
With a major upset as you tried to pull rank

You'd treat your cellphone like a Ouija Board
To scream at friends so dead to you, they're ghosts that you've seen before
In treaties of war, you'd insist on the worst deals
It's not a contacts app, it's a list of confirmed kills

It's a mushroom cloud that followed every message you sent with
A violent shockwave that buried several friendships you've ended
I'm in the wrong grave, and there's a fresh hell waiting
Wading in a sea of "read" receipts and spent shell casings

I debated retaliating with a blitz I'd send you later
But I bypassed the timer and I clicked the detonator
I was expecting a response, so I never crossed a finger
And I got three words: "message not delivered"

Message Not Delivered (prod. Garrett.)

Make Believe

feat @keepitinside
mix @keepitinside
art @ocoenia
prod @ttwoface

song about my girl

In the Palm of her Hand (feat. keepitinside) [prod. twoface]

lyrics:
https://genius.com/Thiago-working-on-it-lyrics

prod by @crclxx
mix by @ibr
additional vocals by Alan Wonders
written by Thiago
art by friend from work

GOT MORE BAD THOUGHTS THAN GOOD LIKE THE OCEAN IS TO LAND

Working on It

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.)

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

Lyrics:

He was a whirlwind of black, smoke infused fur
who wasn't fluent in English but still spoke a few words
a blur who'd come in from the backyard always wagging his tail
making the strange transformation to momentary tornado
creating gale force winds, a rare breed all his own
could balance dimensional rifts along with treats on his nose
and to find his prey he'd make his giant ears rotate
able to spot albino rabbits in a blizzard from a lightyear away
and he was effortlessly handsome, his smile could win a war
with sharp, pearly teeth so bright they could guide a ship to shore
he had perfect comedic timing if you're mad or depressed 
but would tap your legs with his paws.. for dramatic effect
a white fur rorschach test on his chest
that must've meant "good boy" when read in alien dialects
he was a spectre in the night with glowing eyes to set the fear in
but played with his blanket over them so he could test his hearing
champion of staring contests with our neighbor's cats
sprinted through imaginary acres when he'd take a nap
thrust his head out car windows like the Joker in The Dark Knight
all bark and no bite, a perpetual soft side
a gentle giant who'd lean against you if you'd pet him
and tilt his head into an upside down grin if you stopped for a nano second
chin resting on your lap, tip tapping you for cuddles
the good boy eternal zig zagging through the tundra
I miss you buddy

For Ghost (prod. ibrahim)

Something a little different than usual. Shout out to https://soundcloud.com/neanderthalofficial go check out his music!

Spotify

Orbit ft. Neanderthal (Prod. Pandr)

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter (that's me)

I think I got on the wrong train.

Lyrics:
I’m on the red line
ricocheted bullet train - white hot projectile
still asleep as we blur by
stirred by the end of line warnings, sayonara's, next times

the city pulled into frame fast
like the opening scene of a silver screen classic
and nostalgia comes slithering back
with disgust and desire coiled in the same bag

where the buildings all twist downward at nightfall
you’ll feel a drop as the clouds start a dialogue
where thunder’s more common than silence,
an idea’s more rare than round shards of light bulbs

then we glide underneath buzzing power lines
where the billboards say you’re running out of time
and the targeting systems 
that argue within every drone is heard with stunning sound design

where the guides know the answers but they won’t tell you 
and rogue spies stab each other in their hotel rooms
where the bars serve lost souls, as their old selves snooze
in the dirt with a thirst that they won’t quench soon or ever

and the goons always move together
where the feedback’s looping itself in a noose
and my train rolls through the nether
past a rainbow’s end that is melting to ooze


Where the neon drenched streets run empty
where the sea sits too still
where the air feels too heavy
and shadows fly drunk from the ink you spill x2


Shhh, the city’s still asleep
as downtown twitches in the middle of a dream
there’s eyes in the sewers, long fingers to the sea
where the cold case answers are hidden in the deep

and my train roars in the foggy morning
where the law and order’s got the tallest fence
and reporters are told to stop recording
or get drawn and quartered by the armoured mechs

where the who’s who is who’d you assume
producing cubed food too brutal to chew through
where doom and gloom just grew to full bloom, 
a fuse had just blew a few screws loose

and who knew taking coins from the slumbering dragon
was spending a few moons waking him up
now he flew here, poised above hundreds of banks where
the brokers in new suits pay him in blood

where serial killers find viable partners in crime
via apps as a likeable monster
and violent stepfathers in lab coats
are doing trial runs, to perfect every childhood trauma

where the sky is just cold dark space
except for the light of a single bright dot
the train doors open and don’t close again 
so I guess that this is my stop

End of Line (prod. Garrett.)

Instagram: @ Buganze
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdstvzy8j93fp3f_6IlIUqQ
I'm Bug, listen to what you want and message me whatever. Singer/Rapper, and most things that kid down the hall is. Enjoy the music friend.

Make Believe

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