prod: @masked-man-peace, @geo_1022 & @nicohorry

hook: @tiffimp3 & @masked-man-peace
1st verse: https://soundcloud.com/hellotaro
2nd verse: https://soundcloud.com/damienbrbnk
hook 2: @tiffimp3 & @masked-man-peace
3rd verse: @kyaruok (backing vocals @tiffimp3)
hook 3: @tiffimp3 & @masked-man-peace

mixed & mastered by @masked-man-peace

artwork by @crime-tech

DUST

Spotify / Apple Music

DUST (feat. tiffi)

fanlink.to/CALLU

prod. @masked-man-peace
additional prod. @geo_1022

hook: @masked-man-peace
verse 1: @hellotaro (backing vox by @damienbrbnk)
hook 2: @masked-man-peace
verse 2: @kyaruok
hook 3: @masked-man-peace (backing vox by @akamaruxoxo)

mixed & mastered by @masked-man-peace

cover art by https://www.instagram.com/cncldevin/

CALL U WHEN I NEED U

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prod. @masked-man-peace

vox by
@kyaruok
@masked-man-peace
@cloudmacx
@nicohorry

backing vox by
https://soundcloud.com/damienbrbnk

mixed & mastered by @kyaruok

cover art by @kyaruok

CONTROL

Tap In & Listen Across Various Platforms 

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/smoke-face-player/1748017564

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3DMYXpZfAGO12bJgDnTEND?si=yPM3FxewTVujJLR5A5uY6A

YouTube: https://youtube.com/channel/UCmjfqlbqSaXid3uqACMvG9w?si=JlmioW_wInhtMhDk

Pages Of The Ages

I never had a problem I couldn't make worse
I dig my own grave, then rent me a hearse
If I ever heal, I’ll just dig through the dirt
Cause I only feel safe when I hurt

I never had a problem I couldn't make worse

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

Spotify!

Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

feat. @chriswrightotj and @toccimc
add vocals. @atwoodotj
prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. me


Lyrics:
Headhaunter

Let the door rust off the hinges, shake the droplets off/
then fall asleep to the sounds of wailing sirens and those barking dogs/
I couldn't know that marked a box, droplets of blood on her polka dots/
had to replace that soaked red bandage, out a phantasm I broke the locks/
dead language bargains, dust-swept chasms, parking lots/
illusions shatter and coat the car, swerve off cliffs, land on the rocks/
carbon monoxide exhaust, lost for a long time I walked/
through oblong doorways in a post-apocalyptic honor system/
jungle rotten frostbit king, I talk in automated responses/ 
all withdrawals are taken out wasp nests, debit cards are veiled in thick cobwebs/
no contest, watch the flakes of ash out the window/
see the shapes amass shouting signals, ain't no way to back down and dip out/
the trap door, take out the hacksaw, act four, director says action/
I'm back on set, wide angle lens, see the lights flash on with the cameras, wait, hang on/
this is a trick, misdiagnosis and mysteries go hand in hand/
we step on permafrost, my world's the wrong side up with barren land/

Chris Wright & Atwood

I have a hard Time telling
Can’t get higher like a felon
Broke boy dreams what I’m selling
No take backs like yo girl
Don’t take shots with a pellet
My sound kinda like a relic
Never there for you but you felt it
Take a little step in my world

Tocci

Milly Rock then I roll like Elvis
Bitch clean yallssmell like shellfish
jawline clean I just can't help it
Kill the show we man we cant help it
every second is another selfie from a groupie bitch trying to hop a ride
but they hiding gas money acting like everythings always free in life
Bitch get off
Talking bout these copycats
I'm more focus where the fuck my socks are at
Got bed head with the jew fro
keep the time like hugo
Bitch get off where you when roaches were in my cereal
Now these roaches acting all cheerio
leaving roaches all on my centerfold

My World (ft. Chris Wright & Tocci)

self control

feat thiago

prod erameld x kiedo

pic via four80media

self control (feat. thiago) [prod. erameld & kiedo]

LYRICS:

I miss finding a sort of solace in the rain
 I miss crying Im so exhausted of the pain
I miss silence its something talking in my brain 
an inner monologue that up and takes my oxygen away
I miss being happy at church 
The preacher lied to me
Since I was 9 I’ve had existential anxiety
I miss Lincoln logs and see saws and hide and seek
They told me grow up be a man I never really tried to be

I miss when back in school my adjective was gifted
 Now that I’m in college I feel average and conflicted 
I don’t think I have it in me to be actively persistent 
I’m busy convincing myself I’m an actual musician 
I miss when other rappers showed me what they make
 They think I rode in on their wave but I’m just floating in their wake
 I dip my toes in just to show them I can hold my own and take 
a couple notes and ask some questions but I never show restraint 
I miss my girl I miss my friends I miss my foes 
I miss my life I miss the highs amidst the lows
 I miss the times when I felt like I had a home
 I miss when crowds of people didn’t make me feel alone
 I never sleep till I’m collapsing from exhaustion
 I was following my dreams with hella passion but I lost it
 Now this music just a coping mechanism do it often 
Got to throw myself in something more productive than a coffin

fuck it I don't care no more I've given up on subtlety
cause If I don't say it out loud they scream it under me
Yeah I said what I said so let it fucking be
Its like God said drown then never let me up to breathe
So look, I'm fucking manic depressive
I have my good days and bad weeks 
That lack any spectrum
Getting offended takes some effort so I'm passive aggressive
And I ain't sad I'm indifferent I watch my life from a distance  
I put the par in pariah
 I put the sigh in messiah 
People praise my old music back when I was a liar
 I put my life on the line and I wanna take it all back
 Wish I could think how I act but its acting and fuck I’m tired

manic depressive

depressive (prod. depression sweater)

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

Lyrics:
My mom and I would drive through half remembered places/
in forgotten times, where people wore their poorly rendered faces/
but I remember I was too young to drive/
our Ford Aerostar so I’d stare at humongous skies/
and saw where bizarre planets bore storms of gold swells/ 
as we passed the same chain of four storey motels/
and I’d nod off to the rhythm of the windshield wipers waving/
in the type of violent rain that reforms the coast’s shelf/
and the rain caught inside the van’s faint high beams/ 
simulated the appearance of engaged light speed/
we’d rupture through the corkscrewed stars in swirled steam/
to a tableau that’s warped too far, it hurled me/
to a selection of planets that intersected at random/
so we landed on one that we never meant to abandon/
but the air was too toxic for our life support systems/
so she jumped back in the cockpit and we travelled more distance/ 

Where the streetlight bulbs were bright stars/
event horizon highways where light parts/
through science fiction doorways where time starts/
in the past, no matter how long the drives are/
I saw the world refract beyond glass/
of the ’94 van in an endless expanse/ 
saw what the galaxies there had to offer/ 
it’s the ballad of the planet hoppers/

Stationed on a celestial body but I can’t recall its name/
we were studying the fauna on the arduous terrain/
but when the first drops of caustic rain had sizzled through our cabin/
we had to rush back to our ship and leave a teal deluge of acid/
we passed abandoned asteroid outposts ‘round those cluster belts/
and found cold households on the path we traveled, routing somewhere else/
then we chanced upon a space station orbiting a dwarf star/
that acted as our safe haven, soaring through the cold dark/
until the calibration sensors malfunctioned/
and pulled the station to a closer orbit and combusted/
we were flung into the darkness that transformed into a tree line/
a forest out the windows of the van that blurred on each side/
jolted in my little seat that rattled in the Aerostar/
I woke to see my mom turn the van in there to park/
in front of a house, I was both groggy/wide eyed/
as she produced a key that glinted like the starry night sky/

Ballad of the Planet Hoppers (prod. sayso !)

Class(ft Sheffdan) (prod. mixtape seoul)

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