Produced by ListenWithHeadphones

Written by Franco, Yung PayPal, ListenWithHeadphones and Dec

APT Session: Floatin’ #00

Produced by Dec

Written by Nick W, Franco, Dec, and Hunter D

Adlibs by Yung PayPal, and Franco

APT Session: Paid In Cash #02

Beat by Dec

Written by YungPayPal, Dec, and Tony Chilton

Performed by YungPayPal, Dec, and Tony Chilton

Adlibs by Dec

Produced by Dec

APT Session: Stax (OLD)

Beat by Dec 

Written by Dub, Nikki Rose, and Dec

Performed by Dub, Nikki Rose, and Dec

Adlibs by Dub, Nikki Rose, and Dec

Produced by Dec

APT Session: It’s On (OLD)

Prod.  by Dec

Written and it performed by YungPayPal, Franco, and HDSteezy

Adlibs by YungPayPal and Aidan B

APT Session: Takin’ Out The Trash #06

a moment in time 
the rush of air against my face 
do they take care of you up there
forgiveness is tiring 
i just let the memory fade
forgiveness is tiring 
do they let you be alone down there 
the harsh smog inside my lungs
a dream of travel

a dream of travel

Beat by Dec, Franco, and Dub

Written by Yung PayPal and Franco

Performed by Yung PayPal and Franco

Produced by Dec

APT Session: WNA HAV FUN #01

Written by Dec

Prod. by Dec


Vocals by Dec




Gonna start just putting out content hope u enjoy (:

venus

stax


a remix of the APT session.


vocals by Yung PayPal, Dec, and Tony 

Prod. by Dec

APT Session: Stax #03

APT Session: It’s On #04

You gave me, you saved my life. 
My life. 
Great grey halls, beauty of mine.
Divine.
Blue angel, raised in red skies.
So bright. 
You gave me, you saved my life.
My life.

I don’t want to fall, 
I would give it all to see you, 
all to see you again.

Even just a call, 
I would trade it all to see you, 
all to see you again.

You’re in my dreams,
the in between, 
to see you, I want to see you again.

I want to scream,
I was so mean, 
to see you, I won’t see you again 

It was all a dream, it was all a dream, it was all a dream, I’ll never see you again.

Lift me slowly, guide me through the night. 
Lift me gently, I still have more fight.
It was all a dream.








prod. by Dec 


cover by @cai__ro

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blue angel

clockwork

lightning

asteroid belt

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THIS I STARTED MASTERING WITH SONG AND SO FORTH

yung pay pal

rb= rap beat

throwaway tracks I design without giving too much thought with the intention to turn into a APT session.

rb 12

rb 14

red nebula

Old track, don’t feel like redoing vocals.

you just got home

Clarity
I got nothing left to lose 
You buried me 
Nothing but my broken tools
Disparity 
The people we were are old news 
A galaxy
Of hopeful souls and blinded fools 
A galaxy 
Of kindred minds that pick and choose. 


Prod. by Dec

galactic

space patrol delta

written by Dec

vocals by Dec

prod. by Dec

not the one / three years

From The Mind Of Ivan Franco

prod. by Dec

co prod. by Franco and Tony

we open on the tips of an evergreen in the pacific north west. a vast forest covered in fog and the beginnings of night as the sun sets. a lone road divides these woodlands, and on that road is a single car. it’s vibrant tail lights cut through the fog like a hot blade. the vehicle continues to travel the long lonesome road as we look to the sky and see the title:

The Ranger.

getting closer to the car,  a prestigious black brz that is clearly maintained and cared for. we begin to an hear upbeat tune emit from the vehicle as we move closer. suddenly we’re inside the car and see our protagonist. a decent looking man, made from american  stock, built on a muscular frame. he wears a tight fitting dress shirt paired with a crimson tie and black pants. he looks tired, as any day spent in a cubicle, making meaningless phone calls would do to a man. despite his fatigue, he bobs his head to the music. romanticizing a previous life where his real talents of being a private investigator and gun for hire were put to use. those days are over now. 
he arrives at home in the black of night. a restful piece of land with a house and stable. as he reaches for the door his stomach groans. in a series of stitched together actions we see our protagonist prepare a bowl of ramen along with a kettle of jasmine to the rhythm of a heavy bell. suddenly a dark blare invades his mine, an ominous light leaps to every corner of his sight. he looks around frantically, unsure of what he saw, he searches through his home. we see newspapers lining the walls, photos of intimidating strangers and accolades for military service. he continues to scour opening drawers and cupboards to the tune of a whistling kettle. he suddenly sees it, a light or pure white hovering over a door. as he approaches the light glides to the door he entered from. he walks outside to the edge of his homes light and stares. the light is there, in the distance, surrounded by dark. it calls to him, beckons him to follow. he continues to stare, then without any thought. 

he begins to run.

he chases after the light, sprinting towards the call. it leads him deep into the tall trees far away from home. shrouded in the dark with only the light ahead of him to guide. our protagonist trips over rocks and roots. scratches and tears his face and clothes. the light seems so far away, but the dark forest round him begins to change. a static film begins to invade his vision.  covering all but the path that leads to the light. as he runs further and further the static grows stronger and stronger. a force begins to weigh on our protagonist, slowing his step and squeezing his lungs. the light is still so far away, barely larger than the twinkle of the stars in the sky. but he has come so far, he cannot turn back, and has he trudges forward battered and bruised. the weight becomes unbearable as the static noise becomes deafening. he reaches a clearing and collapses. the static consumes him, illusions of shadowy hands begins to cover him, the light is still far but begins to grow bigger, and brighter. It grows and grows illuminating the field until the white light is all our protagonist can see before he falls into a deep sleep….

and begins to dream.

A RELIC

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