Written & produced by Ciayo. 
https://heyciayo.com/

Can you hear me sing
If you’re not around?
If I hold my breath
Can you make a sound?
If I die tonight
Did I live at all?
Can I still love you
If my tree falls?

I still got something to say
Inside my head
But I got no room to breathe
Inside my chest
Feels like a million degrees
Got nothing left 
So baby help me believe
Cause I can’t see through these trees

Can you hear me sing
If you’re not around?
If I hold my breath
Can you make a sound?
If I die tonight
Did I live at all?
Can I still love you
If my tree falls?

If my tree falls 
If my tree falls 
If my tree fa
Ah ah falls
Can I still love you
If my tree falls
If my tree falls?  

I still got something to prove
Inside my heart
I know I just can’t refuse
We grew apart 
I know it’s not an excuse 
Made it this far 
So baby tell the truth
Cause I got something to lose

Do you have a voice if nobody’s listening? 
Do you have choice if nobody cares?
Do you have a voice if nobody’s listening? 
I just wanna know, is anyone there?
Do you have a voice if nobody’s listening? 
Do you have choice if nobody cares?
Do you have a voice if nobody’s listening? 
I just wanna know, is anyone there?

If my tree falls 
If my tree falls 
If my tree fa
Ah ah falls
Can I still love you
If my tree falls
If my tree falls?  

If my tree falls 
If my tree falls 
If my tree fa
Ah ah falls
Can I still love you
If my tree falls
If my tree falls?  

Ciayo is a Vietnamese-American artist based in Los Angeles. Originally from Chicago, he grew up playing a range of instruments including piano, clarinet, and saxophone, but it wasn’t until he began producing at age 13 that he fell in love with the art of crafting songs. After finding initial success as a member of pop-rap duo High Rule, he decided to continue his journey as a solo artist. Drawing an eclectic inspiration from hip-hop rhythms, electronic instrumentation, and pop songwriting, Ciayo exudes an uncommon voice in the brimming space of DIY, bedroom musicians. But unlike his contemporaries, Ciayo’s polished variety of alternative hip-hop may be better described as basement pop, or anti pop.

If My Tree Falls

Written & produced by Ciayo. 
https://heyciayo.com/

Yeah head spinning like crazy
I been feeling so Whiplash lately
So JK, so Damien
Like a melee in my cranium
They all text, I don’t know what to say to ‘em
They all call, I don’t know what to say to ‘em
Long time, been a long time
Since we last spoke, how you feeling, are you alright?
Am I okay? Keep it low key
Somedays I wonder if I’d recognize the old me 
Oh me, oh my, I don’t know why
Since we hung it up been having trouble with my whole vibe 
Took a slow ride off a cliff
Bought a one way straight to the abyss 
Now I’m looking back like what I miss?
Now I got my hand out looking for a Lyft

Feels like I’m driving in circles
Wondering where does it end?
Feels like I’m searching for purpose
When I know there ain’t no sense 
Maybe I’m spinning my wheels
Maybe I ran out of gas 
Feels like I’m ready to crash
Feels like I’m ready to crash 

Wh-whiplash
Wh-whiplash yeah
Wh-whiplash
Wh-whiplash yeah
Wh-whiplash
Wh-whiplash yeah
Feels like I’m ready to crash
Feels like I’m ready to crash 

Hand on the clutch, mile after Miles 
Don’t you Teller how much, don’t you tell em how fast
Let the devil pass, eyes on the rearview
Turn the system up for an earful
Ain’t no looking back now (back now)
Yeah I been burning up since you sat down 
Yeah I been turning up since you passed out
Yeah, Everybody Wants Some, get some
Ah, Dazed and Confused meets Days of our Lives
Let it consume you, there’s nothing to hide
Let it abuse you, you know it feels right 
The highway to heaven’s a hell of a ride
Uh, now you feeling me? 
On my third act, that’s a trilogy
So, is this the end of the road?
Pumping the break, I don’t know where to go 

Wh-whiplash
Wh-whiplash yeah
Wh-whiplash
Wh-whiplash yeah
Wh-whiplash
Wh-whiplash yeah
Feels like I’m ready to crash
Feels like I’m ready to crash 

There ain't no sense, maybe I'm spinning
There ain't no sense, maybe I'm spinning
There ain't no sense, maybe I'm spinning
There ain't no sense, maybe I'm spinning

Feels like I’m driving in circles
Wondering where does it end?
Feels like I’m searching for purpose
When I know there ain’t no sense 
Maybe I’m spinning my wheels
Maybe I ran out of gas 
Feels like I’m ready to crash
Feels like I’m ready to crash 

Wh-whiplash
Wh-whiplash yeah
Wh-whiplash
Wh-whiplash yeah
Wh-whiplash
Wh-whiplash yeah
Feels like I’m ready to crash
Feels like I’m ready to crash

Whiplash

Written & produced by Ciayo. 
https://heyciayo.com/

Objects in mirror are sadder than they appear

Hey now, we all scared sometimes
Rather be in the moon than the sunshine
From the back of the room to the front lines
Now I’m in full bloom, check the headlines 
Check the deadline, am I behind?
Everyday clock ticking no rewind
Everyday head spinning can’t unwind
From the outside in, think I’m fine 
Show no signs, check the gram
Hashtag happy like a scam
Put a filter on demand
Put a killer in command    

Feel the heat from the cinder
Breath in, breath out, no whimper 
Damn look cool for the pictures
Cancer between my fingers

Yeah I’m burning like a cigarette
You won’t find that on the Internet 
Fan the flame until I’m feeling it
Smoke and mirrors’ how I deal with it
Yeah I’m burning like a cigarette
You won’t find that on the Internet 
Fan the flame until I’m feeling it
Smoke and mirrors’ how I deal with it

All good we all scared somedays
Keep it cool in the shade from the sun rays
Pray to god that I make it till Sunday
Make a deal with the devil by Monday
On Tuesday, Russian Roulette 
Drown myself in a jacuzzi
Been living so unruly
Come up for air like a buoy
Grow older, grow more anxious
Terrified that I won’t make it
I’m itching, got that craving
Put this mask on just to face it   

Feel the heat from the cinder
Breath in, breath out, no whimper
Damn look cool for the pictures
Cancer between my fingers

Yeah I’m burning like a cigarette
You won’t find that on the Internet 
Fan the flame until I’m feeling it
Smoke and mirrors’ how I deal with it
Yeah I’m burning like a cigarette
You won’t find that on the Internet 
Fan the flame until I’m feeling it
Smoke and mirrors’ how I deal with it

Objects in mirror are sadder than they appear
Objects in mirror are sadder than they appear 
We’re sadder than we appear

Check the temperature, can you feel the burn?
Everything is fine, far as I’m concerned
Check the temperature, can you feel the burn?
Everything is fine, far as I’m concerned
Check the temperature, can you feel the burn?
Everything is fine, far as I’m concerned
Check the temperature, can you feel the burn?
Everything is fine, far as I’m concerned

Yeah I’m burning like a cigarette
You won’t find that on the Internet 
Fan the flame until I’m feeling it
Smoke and mirrors’ how I deal with it
Yeah I’m burning like a cigarette
You won’t find that on the Internet 
Fan the flame until I’m feeling it
Smoke and mirrors’ how I deal with it

Like a Cigarette

Written & produced by Ciayo.
https://heyciayo.com/

We just waiting for the clock to wind down yeah
We just pass the time, it’s such a grind now yeah
Don’t you stop and stare, you better blind now yeah
Don’t you stand around, you better lie down 
We just wanna feel that

Happy
Hour
Happy
Tell me baby can you feel that
Happy
Hour
Happy
Yeah tell me baby can you feel it?

Can you feel it?
By the minute
Every second
Swear it’s like a broken record
Broken promises 
Ticking on my wrist
Put your hands up to the ceiling 
Don’t you dare resist
Bang, bang
Look at us, are we insane?
Look at me, am I deranged?
Everyday feels like a Gameboy 
Playing for that change boy
Working through that pain boy
Ciayo the name, boy
Call me token, not the same, boy
But they wanna hold us back
Got us spinning on the track
Till we so damn thirsty 
All we need is a splash so

We just waiting for the clock to wind down yeah
We just pass the time, it’s such a grind now yeah 
Don’t you stop and stare, you better blind now yeah
Don’t you stand around, you better lie down 
We just wanna feel that

Can you fill it? 
Take a sip
Let it burn 
On my lips 
And I been drinking so fast
Forgot to take it in slow 
Feel like I whipping to crash
Feel like I’m flying too low 
Maybe I’m running on e
Maybe I’m popping em too 
Maybe I’m shooting the breeze
Maybe I’m aiming for you
Maybe I blame it on me
Maybe I’m taking the fall
Baby just take it from me
I know I deserve it all
Bang, bang
Here we go again
Putting in these hours
Just to sip a little drink like

Nine to five, six to eight
Twenty four seven straight
Three hundred sixty five
Tell me is it worth the price? 
Nine to five, six to eight
Twenty four seven straight
Three hundred sixty five
Baby is it worth the price
When we just wanna feel that

Happy
Hour
Happy
Tell me baby can you feel that
Happy
Hour
Happy
Yeah tell me baby can you feel it?

Happy Hour

Written & produced by Ciayo.
https://heyciayo.com/

Tell me, do you really wanna know? 
When I say jump, you say Geronimo
Bitcoin, make it rain, that’s a lotta dough 
Is it really though? I don’t even know
I can’t really tell, true or fabricated 
Maybe that’s the reason that I feel so liberated
Or maybe that’s the reason that we feel so isolated
We’re connected, but we’re restless

So what’s age to a fake ID? 
And who’s him if he goes by she? 
And where’s home if ain’t on my screen? 
And who am I if you can’t even see me so
Tell me what you want from this
Is it really real or is it counterfeit?
Maybe I’m just getting too old for this
I’m so over it and I don’t even know my 

Age, sex, location 
Do you really know your
Age, sex, location?
I don’t even know my
Age, sex, location
Do you really know your
Age, sex, location?
Just saying

Can you hear me now? Can you feel it? 
Black mirror, who’s the realest?
Who’s the fakest? Are you verified? 
Raise a glass to the sky if you’re terrified

And what’s age to a fake ID? 
And who’s him if he goes by she? 
And where’s home if ain’t on my screen? 
And who am I if you can’t even see me so
Tell me what you want from this
Is it really real or is it counterfeit?
Maybe I’m just getting too old for this
I’m so over it and I don’t even know my

Age, sex, location 
Do you really know your
Age, sex, location?
I don’t even know my
Age, sex, location
Do you really know your
Age, sex, location?
Just saying

Identity crisis
Identity crisis
Hey identity crisis
Hey identity crisis
Who am I in the age of the righteous? 
Yeah identity crisis
Who am I in the age of the righteous?
Uh Identity crisis
Who am I in the age of the righteous? 
Một, hai, ba

Age, sex, location 
Do you really know your
Age, sex, location?
I don’t even know my
Age, sex, location
Do you really know your
Age, sex, location?
Just saying

Age Sex Location

MAYDAY.

vietnamese-american artist

contact@heyciayo.com

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