Tryna change my vibe.
Tryna characterise.

Fading

OWN YA

Big thanks to @halberd-3000 for mixing 7 tracks in 2 hours for this tape
Thanks also to @chrosky for this N O I C E art
Thanks to allll the producers who have a credit on this tape and BIG THANKS to @geo_1022 for producing two tracks a day before release
Producer credits
@byrook1e
@55199
@oofoe
@musicbymochi
@hakaisu

Download here!

So Long (prod. Garrett)

rap by https://soundcloud.com/love-sadkid and art by https://soundcloud.com/chrosky 

Please go follow them they're both very talented individuals! :)

lofee x sadKiD

This one has been in the works for a long time, and I'm happy to give it to you all! I hope you enjoy it and please like and share, rp's save lives!
As always, mixed by @halberd-3000 and as mostly art by @chrosky
Produced by @geo_1022 and amazing feature by @kill-bill-on-the-beat

Tonight (x Kill Bill x Garrett)

Thank you for your patience, enjoy this little taste while the rest is cooking.

Art by St. Kales (@stkales on twitter)

Produced by @ckwnce

Lyrics:

If I ever do a show bet I skip the fucking meet and greet
Cause if I put a name to a face it’s like the heebie-jee
Bees all on my front porch here for the sticky weed
I don’t even smoke, they like gees, I brought three for free
Young and reckless lately thanking god that nobody knows
I feel the itch to run away but you know how that goes
I’m big talk, but a little man, stuck in my woes
I hit the gym til it disappeared right off of the coast
And now my weight dropping, got me in this motel lobby
Like what the steak options, lady got a Nobel body,
It make me late often, me I got a no tell hobby,
You with the jakes talking, boy you know they stay watching,
Keep my cam unplugged unless we making love
As if it’s getting high off of bending joints and aching lungs
Wet vibrations like we bathing in a shaking tub
She don’t really deal with credit cards, she just taking tongue
So when it’s all said and done imma pet it, start
Laying out the drinks like I really went and set the bar
Someone call a medic like we trapped in a smoking car
Windows up, laughing, I’m a death away from toaking tar
Why you hot box? You don’t even smoke pot
Second hand high make you feel it like some pop rocks
All I care about is her in Yellow striped crop tops
Never take my eyes off her even if the cop stops

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Adolescence || prod. by Ckwnce

We hope you enjoy High Beams, our end of the year album and a culmination of our efforts in 2017! This is our thank-you to all of you for sticking with us for 52 weekly singles, and our way of ending them with a bang. Stay tuned for more cool stuff in 2018, and happy new year!

Vocals by:
@chriswrightotj
@atwood
@ibr
@noeldac
@headhaunter

Produced by:
@geo_1022

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover art by:
@biskwiq

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Lyrics:

[Intro: Chris Wright]

Bright lights, 
Can’t help feeling this a zeitgeist
Out here living up a fine life, 
Got me feeling like
Got me feeling like

[Hook: Atwood & ibrahim]
Got me feeling like it's paradise 
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise 
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere

[Verse 1: Atwood]
Running through lines like a running back
If you don't get it then run it back
Ay
I did that shit that I shouldn't have
Shh, got me shushing them 
They all be acting so suss I swear 
Yeah
Run it out
Run it out
Spit on a track til it's running out
My verses all lookin stand up
Yo verses all lookin run down

I might fly I might spike this shit
I wonder what kinda life I'll live, like what is this
To the sky with the heights I'll hit
I shine bright on some high beam shit, in the distance
(×2)

[Bridge: RYCE]
Said if you reaching for the skies put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the clouds put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the stars put your hands up
Said if you want your paradise put your hands up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
I ain't in this game just to wait up
Wait here for Fate just to change up her make-up
Make up a brand new state where I wake up to Paradise Inc. fresh ink on my pay stub
w-w-w-wade upwards through the swamp, saying curse words with these large weights on my arms
Just to get to paradise like a parasite, take a bite if the pear is ripe or not
Errant knight that walks in a paradox
Wears his blood caked pair of socks
They can't bear to watch him bear the burden, barely heard the bear burst in through the brush
A brush with death, a burgundy dipped brush
Out the thicket with thick cuts, fucked up
Gotta think of way to get up those rungs
Rung the doorbell, wrung out blood, jump up

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Wright]
Can’t lie I’m the losing type
Shit, I’d hit it raw more but I’m too precise
I don’t know about a wave, but the movement’s tight
Got a short leash, but you know I’m super nice
I might hang ten when I’m bored
Girl called, phased in and I scored
Blame my phrasing and my vocal chords
No explaining why they closing doors
I’m like two shots down from a confidence boost
Trynna wake up every morning just to walk in a booth
When I’m mad at the mic, know we talking it through
This my first love, better never letting it loose
So as long as I got this microphone, 
and this pen in hand, I’m the light of Rome
Not a sinning man, I’m the rightest wrongs
Got a place in paradise, right at home

[Bridge]

[Hook]

High Beams

Spotify

Paradise (prod. Garrett)

Stream the song on spotify! <3
[ https://open.spotify.com/track/2KNM2nMH266bN0y7l7eJAB?si=V3g8OkOhQ0GPBdYOa8z-8w ]

credits/ty for the beat/follow @mtdrei

photo taken by me :p

idk if im suppose to actually write stuff here anymore but ay first track for me in 2018. free dl 

trying to find other stuff to rap about kinda hard lol but i had fun messing with this. 

ty for 200 can yall get me to 300 though? 👀
~stay healthy <3

3/13/18 edit: YO WTF GUYS THANKS FOR THE 10K ILYSM ILL TRY TO PUT MORE STUFF OUT <3

[lyrics]
Thought i had some wings, but I aint never fly right
I be running, stumblin for change
Go ahead giiirl do yo thang, i support dont need that brain
Tie my hair and then braid it up
Spending money like my bread is up
Buy a lotto ticket win them bucks
Dont need that luck, dont need that luck, you know yeah
You just wanna be with me like bullets to a soldier 
music got my soul up
Driving like i stole it
there in an instant 
Ramen noodle minutes 
Asking me “When you come and kick it?”
Well I feel so damn different
Im in this for more than a minute 
Im grooving and zooming
But minding my business
Inside a prius so you cant hear us
Thats okay we dont need to interact
I be everywhere concrete or crack
Workflow all day
Im grinding , grinding ask me where you find it, find it? X2
2018 care about yourself
Dont worry bout them cuttin ties
You do you and they'll watch you fly
They come back like a bunch of flies
They smell that you the shit
Call it manure maneuvers 
dont fuck with them old things, unless you a cougar 
Then come on and pounce 
Yo lo hago todo (ill do it all)
Living in the lodo (living in the mud)
This my fe (this is my faith)
My mente never let rest (my mind never let me rest)
And yes This is me in my doubt 
Imagine me when i b out
Liberated im my oown now
Actually idk ive been stuck for so daaamn long
What i gotta do to get thru this
gotta switch the flow
ooh yeah

wings [prod mt. drei]

prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
Andromeda galaxy's outside the window, and I've been adrift by the crystals that wink out in harmony/ 
signals deflect through the pinholes that alternate blinks with their colorless glow/
I slip through the folds in a ship that escaped its bottle, I got the whole hull, painted all gold/
cold in the cosmos, brain unfurls into a 1970's space-age novel/

now the Pinwheel galaxy is outside the window, the windshield cracks accentuate the starlight/
off-white spheres of ice are circled in the mist, the shadows of the solar system huddled 'round the bonfire/
but I'm drifting past in a bucket of bolts that's stuck in a solar wind gust of comet tail dust/
in abundance rushing towards the crust of everything that ever was and ever will be, I'm just hoping that my feet don't fail me/

a universe in a tea cup, need to be beamed up, need a key to release, the secrets sealed up/
need a seat to see the freedom, I seek, I sleep seasons, seems infeasible/
it's a voyage, I need to repair the pipes that burst in imagination systems, that flooded up with a vengeance/
and caused a slipstream that swallowed me whole from out the Tadpole galaxy and turned my ship into a tiny crumpled ball of wreckage/

like fuck, there's nothing outside of the window, except for a star-gate sequence on loop/
and I float out there, listless, spiraling inside dimensions that had all their ceilings removed/
in an arcade game long forgot in the backroom, I can't breathe and I'm doomed, deep in this vacuum/
it's almost tranquil, zoned out in my helmet, this vanishing act was.. past-due/

Voyager

prod. @kasperisbaked & @mowleybeats-music
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
I've been drawing momentary art on window fog/
I don't carve my thoughts or feelings into weeping willow bark/
I'd trade this endless noisy forest for a single log/
to split, and divvy up into a million walls to build upon/
the limo's parked in the pond, I guess I took a turn wrong/
and I forgot the keys, you can see the rocks that we're on/  
have all been covered in moss, and I got lost in the leaves/
but you're were all that I needed, I sing your song to the trees/
before they topple like dominoes/
dragged about wrapped in chains, talks of towns is inaudible/
when I board up this place with the remnants of the forest/ 
our old "welcome home" mat, becomes the entrance to the fortress, I'm formless/

I just hide behind my fail-safe fortress walls 
x3
the only way that I can get out the storm/

I've the seen the way the boats get swallowed up whole/
the way the cliffs give out and fail for those who want to oppose/
the way the winds pin the down the frail and weak willed so I won't let it happen/
weld the hatches shut and made a gateway on the easel/
but I can't escape the headaches or the knocks at the door/
that may or may not be happening, I won't fall on my sword/
I'll just gorge out of habit, eating to cram the thoughts down/
and memories of you, but by myself is with the wrong crowd/ 
the blueprints drawn out, I've got to reinforce the roof/
because the weekend storms are brutal in here, being short of you/
it's not healthy I know it, but I'll feel the same in the morning/
and it's so stupid to say it but I feel safe in the fortress/

The Fortress

This just the genesis

@atwood
produced and mixed by @biskwiq

Atwood:
Swear to god that my squad filled with geniuses
They think I'm meaningless, i told em genius it
Off top swear that God what my genus is
Don't believe me, you gon start, this the genesis
Atwood spit fire, get charred leaves
Burn money, weed, green glisten when he sparks heat
Ignition from the car keys
Listen to the heart beats
Yall think yall compete with him?
Pssh. Hardly
Ay
I'm from the Far East
Nah
I'm from the Mid West
Nah
I'm from Down South 
Yah
We always get -head
Uh
The type of guy, wanna speak his mind and then pleads the fifth 
Go to Britain fried, hella high, just to eat the chips
Huh, can you believe this shit
Pool's shtick, spin heads that's that english, kid
Fans throw hands up like bulimics did
And I'm just sitting here reading lyrics on genius, shit..

Chris Wright:
Cadillac memories, you always bring the top down
Matter fact, ‘member me? fuck it we can’t stop now
Butterscotch and Hennessy, she double faded, crossed out
I’m busy burning MP3’s to cd’s that get tossed out
And that’s the feeling every morning I wake up
Doc prescribed me medicine, fellatio, and k cups
Spending all my money keeping track of all my pay stubs
Ten toes down but you know I keep my face up
Writing poems in a winter frozen empty car
Listening to wind and how the vocals glitch on npr
If I can find the balance ‘tween all this I know it’d get me far
From rock bottom promises to court rooms boy that sentence hard
The young underdog, low key running businesses
These fake haters, stay shading trynna be my nemesis
While blog writers hit me back like “boy this lacking emphasis”
But fuck em all, got books of lyrics dog, this just the genesis

Genesis w/ Atwood & biskwiq

Chris Wright / ennis joslin / lifelike. / cemdrive

I make music I like for people like me. I hope you like it too.