Sunday Mornin

Instagram - @dempseyrollboy 🚬

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

in a world of my own... 🖤💭

Trails

Echoe's

Nocturne's Kiss

Autumn Breeze

Damaged Goods

https://soundcloud.com/axelsson1/axelsson-caspr-merry-go-round

caspr merry go round

Freestyle w/ Sadboivert (Flexus)

prod mii

(if u wanna hate on someone, like, if u dont like their music if u dont like their cover arts, it's fine, like, im sure the slander, it would be fine just slandering yk, like i dont, no one's gonna care over some internet like beef or whatnot, like, if it was me like bro if u dont fuck with me its whatever bro)

that boy think he tuff im on yo block like wya
wya huh?

boy u aint never put in work
ill take yo j n smoke her first
fuck yo bitch she want a purse
put that pussy on a shirt
ask her how was PSU?
boy go ahead call the SVU
aint bout shit boy u wont shoot
bitch ill never envy u

like bitch im droppin shel
whats that price on the beats u sell?
not enough u broke as hell
my blick fr aint show n tell
big back bitch imma show yo ass a big mac
yo bitch flat and u broke u aint never seen no big rack

i make u nervous im up next(necks)
that pussy think wii playin chess
that pfp it aint a flex
u like remote u gettin pressed
like hop up in that daw son
that pussy think he off1
i hit my bro he tryna pop sum

why u actin like a bitch bruh?
u way2 busy ridin dicks huh?
why u mad, u gettin pissed huh?
that boy steady clonin never learn2 mix huh

yeah bitch i said it
u biting its evident
take my rock and turn a rook in2 sediment

u postin guns but u wont use it
why u posin for the music?
u actin dumb u playin stupid
he think he tuff i see right thru it

(but it's whatever, i'm just tryna lock in w my own shit rn)

There once was a man from the edge of the pier
Who fashioned odd gear with questionable cheer
He picked a lamprey for reasons unclear
The townfolk all watched in baffled fear

He raised it high in foolish pride
Refusing safer gear beside

Oh Lamprey Man, you wild buffoon
You march beneath a crooked moon
Your choices echo through the dune
And make the gulls all laugh in tune

He strode through markets bold and bright
Proclaiming he had “gear of might”
The lamprey wiggled in its plight
While children screamed and ran in fright

He claimed it offered strength and charm
Though all it did was flail and harm

Oh Lamprey Man, your choices stray
From logic’s path in every way
Yet proudly you parade your sway
And call it progress day by day

One morn he stood before the sea
Declaring, “This is destiny!”
The lamprey sighed in misery
Yet clung to him reluctantly

He bowed to waves with foolish flair
Unshaken by the public stare

Oh Lamprey Man, bizarre and grand
The strangest sight in any land
Your saga none can understand
Yet still you march with gear in hand

He wandered far with stubborn grin
Ignoring warnings from his kin
The lamprey voiced a weary spin
And questioned how this all began

But onward still he chose to stride
With lamprey flopping at his side

Oh Lamprey Man, your legend grows
In whispered shouts the village knows
Your foolish path forever flows
A saga where the chaos glows

Lamprey Man

This rap-metal anthem depicts love as the ultimate revolutionary force, capable of shattering walls of fear, division, and societal conflict by fostering unity and empathy among people. It urges listeners to recognize the shared humanity beneath the noise of modern life, rebuilding trust through small acts of connection that ignite widespread change. Ultimately, the song celebrates love's transformative power as a heartbeat-driven movement that awakens souls, overcomes adversity, and turns the world toward a brighter, unified dawn.

Love Is the Loudest Revolution

set me free
let the animals inside run loose
leave me be
to self destruct at my own pace
can you hear the sirens chasing after me?
cant you see the warning signs?
theyre getting louder and more obvious
talk is cheap
and the well gets drier as we speak
i guess we sowed what we would reap
my heart is yours but not to keep
i havent slept in days, but its felt like weeks
soon youll discover im not the one you seek
still too weak, never recovered
i just dont leak, im sealing shut
behind closed doors in empty apartments
on bedroom floors with blood stained carpets
i dont mean to harp on every detail
but the little things, they just mean so much to me
her eyes couldnt tell the lies that i believe
brace yourself
a cry for help
im chasing out
all my demons with pitchforks and knives

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sealing shut

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artwork by @ell_i 

mixed by @distancedecay/master by @falls-2

Rip Eternal - Without a Paddle (prod distance decay)

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Damaged Goods

dying in designer