Your voice lulls me back to a comfort that i can only find with 4 hour baths humming to myself 

criminally underated. the arabic was fire شكراً عالكلمات العربية! اعملي كمان ارجوكِ

ROSETTA EP OUT NOW - https://duasaleh.lnk.to/ROSETTA

Executive Produced by @psymun
Mixed & Mastered by @alecness
Label @againstgiants
Creative/Art Direction by Braden Lee

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ROSETTA

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LYRICS
(Arabic)
Al balid kanat aswad  
Al balid kanat aswad  
Ahh
Al 3en al 3en byahamir
Al bahir fi al balid 
Al 3en al 3en byahamir
Al balid kanat aswad 

Could you split it for the martyr
Could you split it for the door
Could you split it for the martyr
Could you split it for the daughter

I can see the future through falcon on my shoulder 
mmmm
I can see the future on the fence of a lover
Ahh
I can see the future in the fire and the fodder
Ahh
I can see the future in mirages and the water
Ahhhh

Al balid kanat aswad  

Could you split it for the martyr
Could you split it for the door
Could you split it for the martyr
Could you split it for the daughter

Could you split it for the martyr
Could you split it for the door
Could you split it for the martyr
Could you split it for the daughter

I can see the future through falcon on my shoulder 
Ahhh
I can see the future on the face of a lover
Ahh
I can see the future in the fire and the fodder
Ahh
I can see the future in mirages and the water
Ahhhh

I can see the future through falcon on my shoulder 
Ahhh
I can see the future on the face of a lover
Ahh

I can see the future in the fire and the fodder
Ahh
I can see the future in mirages and the water
Ahhhh

CROSSOVER

focal

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via @againstgiants

LYRICS
Sign of the time
In the lung of the fruit
Sign of the time
In the lung of the fruit
Sign of the time
In the lung of the fruit

Bread in the wine
From the tongue to the roof
Spread to the spine
From the belly of the truth
Bled to design
From the jaw to the tooth
’Til your soul’s out
Touch glass to the shine
and the sun and the moon
Sign of the times
In the lung of the fruit
Bonafide winners 
3 points ’til we shoot out the soles 

I was on top of the world 
Gold on my neck might go shopping for pearls 
Hold on a sec
Toast over victories toast over checks

I was on top of the world 
Gold on my neck might go shopping for pearls 
Hold on a sec
Toast over victories toast over checks
Yeah

Me I don’t mind
I got traces of the paper
Man I can not deny 
I was counting up the acres
In the medicine mind
I was tripping in the mazes
And a measurement lines
Sweeter than I 

Me I don’t mind 
I got laces in the races
That’ll pull on the mind 
I was patient with the faces
That ascend from the pine
They was drinking up the cases
And they left me the lime left me the lime

I was on top of the world 
Gold on my neck might go shopping for pearls 
Hold on a sec
Toast over victories toast over checks

I was on top of the world 
Gold on my neck might go shopping for pearls 
Hold on a sec
Toast over victories toast over checks
Yeah

(Arabic)
Mush byafakaru byakalamu by3lamu kalam
Mush byazabatu byahamaru al farik del zaman
Nabduhh khuruf layl iteamat al' itfal
Ya salam
Sadakat al shamis ya shabaab
Al karama 
Laktaa min al 3sil wal turaab
Al tayarah  
Rabatat 3ayuni fil 3azaab
Ya haram 
Girifu al nafis min kitaab
Ya kamaan
Laktaa min al 3sil wal turaab
Al tayarah  
Rabatat 3ayuni fil 3azaab
Ya haram 
Girifu al nafis min kitaab
Ya kamaan

Ya kamaan
Ya kamaan
Ya kamaan

I was on top of the world 
Gold on my neck (Ya kamaan) might go shopping for pearls 
Hold on a sec (Ya kamaan)
Toast over victories toast over checks

pearls (with Chester Watson)

prod. by @psymun

LYRICS
Throw me to the moon
Something in the water, baby 
Ain’t you heard the news?
Chop me into pieces 
You could soak me in the blues
Drinking from a bottle 
I was twisted, I was loose 
(listed, I was loose)

Dancing in the pews
Pray away the offer
For a mountain and a view
Left behind my worries
Had my demons all amused
Drowning in a fountain
I was lifted, I was bruised 
(wasted, I was bruised)

Teeter out the tune
Play you like a flute
Daisies at my fingertips 
Push me till I’m through
Esoteric mind
Esoteric tune
Esoteric crime
Play you like a flute

All these walls that fall into my room
I know they haunt the afternoon
I’m not surprised by all the moods
I don’t encounter after gloom
Oh well these walls inside my room 
I know they on the afternoon
I’m not surprised by all the moods
I don’t encounter after gloom

Well I walk and I talk 
I’m the king of all the scenes 
And I know these conversations 
Always lead them back to me

Well I rock and I knock 
Imma toss it in my tea 
All the macro in my dosage 
Gets me paid ‘cause I’m a treat

Well I walk and I talk 
I’m the king of all the scenes 
And I know these conversations 
Always lead them back to me

Well I rock and I knock 
Imma toss it in my tea 
All the macro in my dosage 
Gets them wetter than the sea      

Well I walk

I’m floating in gravity
Falling reality 
Crawling through canopies

Floating insanity 
Floating insanity

macrodosing

Indica

my debut mixtape!!! show ur boo or sum 
produced by @psymun, @sunabeats, @sen09

Kosmic Luv

Make Out in My Car: Chameleon Suite

Make Out in My Car (James Blake Version)

STREAM: https://duasaleh.lnk.to/umbrellar

Written & Performed by Dua Saleh
Produced by @psymun & Andrew Broder
Mixed & Mastered by Alec Ness

LYRICS
Broken my umbrellar in the storm (oh)
Baby said she likes to keep me warm (oh oh)
Diamonds was embedded on her horn (beep beep)
Driving through the tunnels in the morn (wake up)
Her father owns a factory making corn (chomp chomp)
Told me that she wasn't natural born (what?)
Stolen off a planet I was torn (hmm)
Chamomile’s a luxury adorned (ahh)

Last pint from that last night
I don’t know if that was real
And I swear I’m superstitious
Bout her sex appeal

Last blunt from that last night
I don’t know if that was real
When she brought her wand out
I knew I had lost our deal

I really gutted out her womb
A fickle fight an icky croon
Her breath condensed into a flume 
and pulls her eyes into a tomb
Fuck her whip she rode a broom
Casts a spell onto the moon
All this worth that she exhume
All this worth that she exhume

Last pint from that last night
I don’t know if that was real
And she knows I’m superstitious
Bout her sex appeal

Last pint from that last night
I don’t know if that was real
And I swear I’m superstitious
Bout her sex appeal

Last blunt from that last night
I don’t know if that was real
When she brought her wand out
I knew I had lost our deal

umbrellar

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prod. by @psymun & Sir Dylan
mix/master by @alecness
label: @againstgiants

LYRICS
How you on my lips you must be spellbound 
Got these birdies singing making frail sounds
Girl you caught in Lucifer Labelle town 
Diaphragm of sulfur in the air how?
 
Boy you looking crooked why you pale brown?
Must have took your shorty out them fairgrounds 
Brought her to my show and she my fan now
I don’t even know her why she bow down?

Jumped into the portal call me Hades of the grim
No I ain’t no angel I ain’t fall in from the brim
Pretty motherfucker I took Flacko for a spin 
You should look within have you shaking through your limbs 

Pumping all this trauma to your veins until you swim 
Boy don’t call your mama cause she sloppy on the whim 
Metal to her drama cause her heart was made of tin
Boy that’s just the karma she accrued because of sins

Hellbound 
Bitch you on my dick you must be spellbound 
Got these birdies singing making frail sounds
Girl you caught in Lucifer Labelle town 
Diaphragm of sulfur in the air now

Boy you looking crooked why you pale brown?
Must have took your shooter out them fairgrounds 
Brought him to the show and he my fan now
I ain’t even want him why he bow down?

How how how?

Jumped into the portal call me Hades of the grim
No I ain’t no angel I ain’t fall in from the brim
Pretty motherfucker I took Flacko for a spin 
You should look within
Have you shaking through your limbs 

Pumping all the trauma to your veins until you cringe 
Boy don’t call your mama cause she sloppy on the whim 
Metal to the drama she was sucking on my fin 
Boy that’s just the karma you accrued because of sin

Hellbound 
Why you fucking hellbound?
Bitch you on my dick you must be spellbound
Hellbound
Got these birdies singing making frail sounds
Now you talkin' tough

hellbound

bankrupt

windhymn

smut

cat scratch

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