I Can't Tell

Always Tired

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Waves

Meditation

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produced by: SoundMindBeats & weathrhead
mixed & mastered: SoundMindBeats & weathrhead

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Ashes

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produced by: SoundMindBeats
mixed & mastered: SoundMindBeats

in a world of my own... 🖤💭

Unleashed 2

48 HRS

BURNOUT

Arnold Palmer

Runnin and runnin

Take My Thoughts – Alternate Version

Take My Thoughts is a hypnotic underground trap ritual exploring possession, creation, and the intangible nature of ideas, The production blends slow 808 pulses, metallic echoes, subtle reversed whispers, and ethereal synth layers, forming a trance-like environment where rhythm and thought intertwine, Vocals shift between whispered prophecy and rhythmic cadence, delivering a riddle-like meditation on how one can absorb the speaker’s visions but never fully possess them, Lyrics are layered like incantations, turning each phrase into a spell that dances between revelation and concealment, The hypnotic loops, spectral harmonics, and pulsing bass create a sense of ritualized tension, This track immerses the listener in a cerebral, liminal space where ideas, music, and consciousness themselves are sacred, untouchable, and eternal, transforming listening into participation in a hidden rite

Take my Thoughts ☨

[Hook/Intro]

Too long occupying my mind
Got me carrying the enemy,
Snuck in before their was a line
To call mine, implicit memory.
They been hiding in my head
In my heart, in my body—
They really there?
or am I just remembering?

[Verse 1]

Treading lightly, 
They planted mortars 
in the mortar 
of my mind
psychological warfare
Got an insidious design.
The part I am Severing,
They yours or are they mine?
Might be better off if I 
Lived like there was nothing to find 
No territory to reclaim 
Nothing to mine.

Sly plan,
Almost believed you too
But here’s the thing about lies
Only exist out there,
The mirror lies,
Only show the surface, 
Not what’s inside.

[Hook]

Too long you been occupying mind
Thought  I caught the enemy,
Just invited them inside.
Not sure if I call it yours 
Or if it's mine, fading memory 
Trying to clear the hard drive.
Get out of my head
my heart, my body—
Ain’t even paying rent
Just another parasite.

 [Verse 2]

Got the words stretched to the limit
Sometimes, you just gotta live it
Ain’t no way to give it
Not something I’d wish on’
On you, better to forget it.
Like air, you don’t see it, 
shape it, make it, keep it, 
You feel it, then you free it.
But—It ain’t as simple as breathing.
Not when your lungs freezing
A single breath more
Don’t know what you’re freeing.
Might be nothing
Might be legion.
Excavating trauma like it's archaeology
But that shit ain’t dead,
Just starving, out of your mind,
Hiding, buried alive.

Digging for the root system,
Instead finding caves,
You might of left,
But they got no where else to go.
Generational blueprints hints
What might lie dormant, 
Sleeping, burrowed in my bones.
Body keeping score
This ain’t a game—
this was supposed to be home.
Ancestral algorithms
Running autonomously
From a lifetime I’ve never known.

[Verse 3]

Hard to erase what’s etched 
in your chromosomes
Hard to uproot what’s grown 
when their veins are your own.
Not possession, just mistaking 
Your reflection for more than an impression.
Before I knew how to question.
Now I don’t even mention it.
Walking on a foundation
I didn’t lay
Living in a house
With more space than presence,
Wondering why it feel foreign
Why the emptiness feel safe.

[Bridge]

Got the words stretched to the limit
Some things, you just gotta live it
Ain't no way to give it
Can't be contained, nothing that'll fit it
Like air, you don't see it,
Shape it, make it, keep it,
You feel it, then you free it.
Breathe it, then release it.

The inhale is the invitation,
The exhale is the eviction—
Every breath a negotiation
Between the contradiction.

[Outro - slower, more spacious]

There was never a line
Between the occupied
And the occupation,
Just a body learning
To belong to itself again
After forced evacuation.

Still here.
Still breathing.
Still becoming.

Implicit Memory

prod. airavata
mixed & mastered - the insomniac lab
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Waves

Dempsey