Don Siaire is back after a six year hiatus with his new single 36 intro from his upcoming album 36 that’s due to be released soon

Lyrics 

Now  
Everybody wondering about where I been  
Never been the one for checking in  
I’m clocked in  
Never been the one for “keeping up”  
I’m logged in  
Yeah  
I’m locked in  
Yeah  
I’m locked in
X2

Verse

36 candles  
Winds from the windows  
Kept my flame honest  

Life been in shambles  
God was my anchor  
Kept my soul modest  

Writer’s block guilt  
Forgotten verses  
Like it’s Alzheimer’s  

Six years missing  
Those blank pages  
Kept my stories silent  

At 36, is where I found my balance  
Lots been on these scales  
To weigh it well, i had weigh my options

—sat in solace  
I just needed time, 
Had to think about it, 

Sat and watched it  
Now I’m in my prime,
Finally shaped my talents  

Now
Everybody wondering about where I been? 

I been out  
Tryna reconnect with my kids, 
I been out
Tryna make amends  
From past sins—yeah
Ain’t got friends, yeah
It’s what it is  

Lessons learned
—I burned that bridge, then walked that bridge  
In which that bridge was burned, 
I’ll cross that bridge to cross that bridge  
Cuz man, you live and learn  
The true meaning of life, 
It’s like a gifted curse  
You gotta lived and learned; 

I had to lift the hurt  
Turn it into fuel, 
Put it in a verse  
For all the days I knew,
Really put in work
This all I really knew
I was in the dirt
Hungry for some food
Man my head would hurt
That’s why I’m out
Moving with a tool 
Like I’m gonna work
Watching for the snake 
Know a few a lurk
Quick to double cross u
Like you going to church
Move the work
Just to make it work

It’s a sad cycle
It’s crazy when your future 
meet your past
And it pass by you

Now  
Everybody wondering about where I been  
Never been the one for checking in  
I’m clocked in  
Never been the one for “keeping up”  
I’m logged in  
Yeah  
I’m locked in  
Yeah  
X2

“36 INTRO” Prod. Cedes

All Night Shift Freestyle Ref Track

It’s Only Tuesday….

Patagonia

Lyrics

Intro
And I just brush my  and I just brush my teeth. So you know my flow fresh. 

Verse 1
I try to be more introspective when I spit these words
So they can feel everything they heard.  Yeah, I'm different sheep. I am not a herb playing with the beef. I try to beat these nerds.  I'm a different herb, different type of flow when you feel me, the flow so sick and the different livery, so literally. Ah! I stumbled a bit, but I fly climb and get it again and take the flow another direction because I be on some different type shhhh And I don't even curse in the verses no more because the flow is so pure. I am one  of one more, better than the best of them, and I do what the rest of them do. Yeah, because I learned from the best of few.  Look, you trying to play dead with me, be a vegetable. I'm trying to live a life without questioning it, because I didn't seen things that wasn't a definite. I then seen life without an accident.  I've been trying to find an exit to the lifestyles that I'm living because I've been tripping, thinking about life where I've been going and where I'm driven, making better decisions with the women that I've been kicking with and think about the times and I've been thinking about the times that I've been, oh God, man. I probably should have prayed more. I probably should have stayed more.  I probably would have made more. Wow. I probably would have paid more.  It's kind of crazy because we gambling now days for this money that we ain't making. Please feel me. Just please feel me.  Just please feel me. Please feel me when I'm gone. But while I'm here, but while I'm here, turn the beat up while I'm here, love me like, I lived long Let me be. Let me please. Let me, please, let be me let me be me Love me for me. Love me for me. 

I try to find joy in pain.  'Cause everything that pain and joy, everything it rain I seen stained blood, love. I then see real things change and seen people, hope, real life grudge, for no way, for no things, for no ways, for no change.  It's so crazy, damn. I'm just venting. 
Yeah, making better decisions.  I've been spitting, yeah. Trying to make a difference where I'm at and where I'm living yeah. It's about the time, it's about the time and difference.  Yeah. It's about the time right now and now because when we live in here. Because why we living right now, because ain't no living near Tomorrow, not promise.

Patagonia Prod. Angelo Imani

Lyrics

Man all this sinning can’t be good right?
If I hit about 2 chicks
Then that’s a good night 
Nights been on the road, I held my pole tight
And if I just made it home was a good night
Yeah cuz ain’t nobody tryna fist fight
Acting like you Crawford, you going end up with your soul priced
-Would rather live a broke life
-Before I live the fast life
Pride over plight, it was faith over sight
Taking stakes over heights
I was made for these nights yeah
Its so cliche
But I was made for these moments
I’ve embraced all my omens 
Took—ownership and own it
Need the manual I’ll loan it
Over dedicated focused
Found truth in all what’s bogus
Pulling underdog heroics
Yeah
I been patient yeah
Guess it’s bout that time again
Forever giving lessons yeah
This was like the starter kit
Walk it like I talk it yeah
This a shoe they’ll never fit
The devil sent his dawgs for me
But I’m the dawg that flip the script
Dig it like a bone
The same grave that imma put em in
How dare they say I fallen off?
I guess this where I found my grip
The principal the president
This knowledge came from home school
Never followed followers 
I went by all my own rules

SIN Prod. Falak

“Fast Lane Confessions” marks a pivotal turn in the 36 album story: it’s a cinematic, hard-hitting track built on vivid city imagery, driving metaphors, and the raw honesty of hustling through life’s obstacles. The song uses punchlines and storytelling to unravel the risks and survival instincts that come with chasing dreams at high speed, weaving truth and personal battles into every bar while night drives, boulevards, construction sites, and detours symbolize every twist in the journey.

Now, with the single fully completed, “Fast Lane Confessions” stands as a confessional episode that closes the curtain on the single rollout—where the fast lane of ambition meets the weight of regrets, loyalty, and late-night reflection. The track brings suspenseful, film-like energy to the album, capturing the mystique of late drives, unseen consequences, and the introspective clarity that only comes when the city’s lights are fading behind you.

Lyrics (Written By Don Siaire)

Verse 1

Windows down in the city,  
Selfish pride — no remorse.  
They call me shallow 
Said my patience’s was a loss.
I heard sirens talk,  
While streets talk and narrate the plot.  
Dreams cost more than sleep —  
I’m wide awake, my eyes been on the prize.

Fast lane confessions,  
It was trouble in my DNA.  
Hadda hold the wheel,  
Cuz where I’m from?
They never use the brakes.  
Switching lanes, big risk,  
Blessings over everything —  
Praying that my last text  
Won’t be the last one —they save.

My homie pushed his Civic,  
Like he whipping in a ROV.  
Say the city’s full of villains,  
Better watch out for your soul.
Heard my name been in the static,  
Ducking questions on the low.  
If they circled my successes,  
They going label me the GOAT.

Humble cockiness
I don’t talk about it
It just show
What the problem is
I been what’s been missing
Yeah, I know
Man, it’s obvious
Who you know, iller with the flow?
Boost of confidence
Heard rappers back to rap again
It’s on 


Verse 2

As I resume the show,  
Back up on the go again
Hadda let em know
Know just how I’m going in every episode,  
This is how Im going out had to set the tone.  
Rolling down the boulevard
Dreams in rearview shown,  
Doing what I wanna do—young LeBron,  
In his prime 36 feeling strong.  
Only yay high, 5’8, but the vision tall,  
Young AI, balling hard I’m tryna risking it all.  
Heart too heavy but the world too cold,  
Hadda keep it pushing like I’m built with gold.  
Mind in a storm, but the calm unfolds,  
Help me build the lane where the truth gets sold.  
Writing in the dark where the fears patrol,  
Only way to heal is to lose control.  
Hands on the wheel
Gripping tight to fate,  
Know my gas light is on
But my drive won’t break.  
Cuz these dreams weigh more
Than these bills I chase,  
I gotta make peace with the time
And the days I waste.  
Every turn I missed made a line I trace,  
And every tear I shed
Gave a verse its grace.  

Now I face, what the mirror won’t show,  
Legacy written in the fire I stoke.  
They gon’ remember when the lights get low,  
That Don’s still moving when the curtains close.
About here is where the credits roll
Let the credits roll

End.

“FAST LANE CONFESSIONS” Prod. EsnaMusic

Lyrics 

Verse
Intro
And not again. 
I'm back again. 
They need me.  Like Stevie, I can see it like I'm blind. 
I can feel it. I feel the vibes 
before my time, still in my prime.  They dropping gems, I'm dropping dimes. 
The real is center, this is another written sign 
I'm paying vintage to the things that never lined.  Painting pictures to the scriptures I designed 
I don't want no trouble, y'all. 
I've been doing what I pride, 
push my product to the side.  Put my faith all up and God, yeah. 
I can't hide no more. 
I can't lie no more.  I stand still for sure. 
It's whatever. It's whatever
Candy bars almond joys.  let em float, lost time back and forth, going in, it's all light, back and forth, going in, back and forth, we going, right? While they talking like they got it in the flow, it's on sight, in the flow, a 1000000 in the flow, it's all right. Why you talk about the floor cause who better than the floor?  Who you know better than it? And I'm talking about them cold. Yo, nigga, good it ain't.  Dig it in, get to go. It's whatever, pushing folks, 2 and in it, that would do. That would those on this, double dose on this, double dose on this, whoo.  Take a hide, get a whiff. It's a clip, jump off of it, but don't push me to the tip. Yeah, I live what I resent.  Yeah. I said times I repripent. It's whatever what it is.  Ketchup, no mustard. trying to get this bread. Chasing all these chicken heads. I've been trying to give me some bread and get some head at the same time.  My thing is my lame lines. I back on my same time. I'm proming.  It's whatever, perfect, perfect this timing. Yeah, everything I'm dropping is diamond and I'm just making the time and then this is perfect, this timing. Yeah.  I think they got the assignment. Yeah. different type of consignment. Yeah, flow tip, it's vomit, it's slow sick.  I'm so sick. Oh my god, I'm going in and sewing. Yeah, unison, back and forth, going in, back and forth, they middle man.  Yeah, back and forth, I've been going in and I'm going in, I'm trying to get the win. double triple up. Now I learn how to get to the money. I don't know what I've been thinking about stuff.  I've been slipping all these years and I've been always pulling up when it just made so much shit and I just made some mix up. Why you thinking about kind of make a 1000000 when you can make a 1000000 when you ain't trying to do your thing on you a billy goat. Verse verses, it's whatever, my ever quotes.  This is ever go. I'm forever go. It's forever flow.  They can't stop me, though. I don't know who they can pay me to most. This is J.  Cole. K-Dot, all of them, J-I-D, them, J-Z, I am, K-D, I am, all of them, cancer, one, I'm Melody, and two. It's whatever is the danger through and I didn't made it through.  And I got the flu that I'm sick and no night, well, the floors on the beat. Probably, nigga, she some soap. It's mucus.  I just try to put my throat. It's whatever, if they come to me, they choke. They don't want to talk about it because I really do them most.  Do the most, they do the most and they feelings. Got no times and I ain't never gonna feel them. How you talking like your world when I've been a realist?  sophrenia. It can feel like your symptoms.

UNISEXFREESTYLE

Don Siaire’s story begins in Philadelphia, a city that bleeds rhythm and resilience. Growing up there meant learning cadence from conversation—how a pause could swing like a snare, how a sentence could break like hi‑hats in a housing‑project hallway. Philly was his first conservatory. But it wasn’t where the story would end. When Siaire later relocated to Omaha, the move marked more than distance on a map; it symbolized emotional migration. His sound evolved alongside him—less frantic, more reflective. The Philly urgency met the Midwest patience, birthing a hybrid energy that would eventually define his upcoming era. Omaha gave him the space Philly never could: breathing room. He filled that space with beats, introspection, and purpose. Before the stage lights found Don Siaire, he recorded under different names—projects like The Detour, WMO, and Options scattered across SoundCloud and digital platforms. Each incarnation carried fragments of the man becoming. The Detour captured the restlessness of youth; WMO showcased the early flashes of lyrical precision; Options revealed vulnerability hidden beneath bravado. The transformations weren’t rebrands—they were checkpoints on a spiritual timeline.
The switch to “Don Siaire” wasn’t marketing. It was maturity. It symbolized claiming every scar, mistake, and moment of clarity that shaped him. The “Don” represents earned respect; “Siaire” speaks to self‑awareness and legacy—the air that an artist breathes once the smoke clears. Siaire’s art sits where lyricism meets responsibility. Influenced by J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Lupe Fiasco, and Pusha T, his verses carry narrative density balanced with precision. He doesn’t rhyme to flex; he rhymes to heal. This is the philosophy behind his album 36, a concept rooted in reflection at age 36—a spiritual checkpoint disguised as music. Through 36‑bar verses (a structure he honors on each song), Siaire narrates his battles: time debts, fractured relationships, redemption arcs. Each record peels back another layer of his late‑thirties metamorphosis—examining fatherhood, accountability, and creative rebirth. The result is an album that feels cinematic yet personal, mathematical yet soulful. 36 is less about chronology than recognition—the awareness that being 36 isn’t about aging; it’s about aligning. For Siaire, “36” symbolizes more than his age. It’s code for balance—the intersection of past regret, present discipline, and future ambition. In numerology, 3 stands for creativity and communication; 6 represents harmony and responsibility. Their combination mirrors his dual mission: to speak truth and live it. Throughout the album, motifs of time recur: borrowed seconds, missed birthdays, mental tolls. “Time Debt,” one of the pivotal tracks, confronts material pursuits versus moments lost. “Fast Lane Confession” explores ego, distraction, and the search for stillness amid motion. “After Candles” turns his 36th birthday into a celebration of survival and clarity. These songs serve both as diary entries and cautionary parables for anyone balancing artistry with adulthood. Don Siaire constructs records like a sculptor chiseling meaning from marble. His process isn’t bound to hooks or standard structures—many tracks skip choruses entirely, unfolding as emotional essays in rhythm. Each 36‑bar section becomes a confession, a breakdown, or a sermon disguised as verse.
In production, he gravitates toward moody, cinematic beats—instrumentals from YouTube “type‑beat” producers evoking Dreamville’s soul, TDE’s grit, and ’00s mixtape tension. Layered beneath are textures of ambient pianos, menacing bass, and reverberated drums that allow his voice to act as instrument and message simultaneously. The result feels intimate even when it’s loud: anthems whispered from inner monologues.Artists reach a point where survival becomes success in itself. For Don Siaire, that point marked the transition from reckless youth to reflective manhood. TUNE IN

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