just a dude in his room. trying to make people less sad.
even though he himself is bitter and alone..

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(Lyrics)
Just a dude inside his bedroom
That's all I'll ever be
I'm not starving but I'll make do
If something were to cease
I love music but it ain't me
Maybe its where I should be
But I'd rather make my own destiny
With a blessing from above
I can do what I please
I maybe lacking in some numbers
But my checks are still green

I'm not braggin I'm still sitting on the sidelines
Don't got a will to be
If you don't know what I mean
You might have some extra ease
Something bout existence and a pressure of a failure
That could only ever happen if we don't keep it together
It's a thrill
But most will never feel
The same way 
To be honest 
I'm just happy
We don't feel the same pain
It's a bitch
Cause I keep fighting
Just so I can stay sane

It's an attitude
Got some shit to say
Even when I show gratitude
Nobody wants to say
That they made it with subterfuge
It's an issue with issues
When separated like tissues
It's a bigger picture
That we all keep consuming
For misuse

I cut em off like a part of me
Still surrounded by fallacy
There's a demon in my bedroom
That keeps telling me how to be
Start to question the moon
Are the seasons just make believe
Saying batter batter
Got me destracted on how I see
Cause I'm way to fuckin worried
If I'll make to summer week
Got a vision in my head
That I wont make it to anything
Yet I'm sitting in my bedroom
Trying to write something that can speak
To an individual that isn't me

I'm just a dude inside his bedroom
And that's all I'll ever be
I'm not starving but I'll make do
If something were to cease
I love music but it ain't me
Maybe its where I should be
But I'd rather make my own destiny
With a blessing from above
I can do what I please
I maybe lacking in some numbers
But my checks are still green

A Dude In His Room (Prod. by Earth is Small)

Bruxo Freestyle

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White Coat (prod. 1VArt)

Thank you all so much for the overwhelming amount of support, got a fun little track dropping for yall this Friday :)

additional vocals by me

feat. https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa
prod. by https://soundcloud.com/saysooo
art by the lovely @passive155 (on twitter)
mixed by me

Lyrics:

And if every thing we thought correct
Had just got up and left
I wouldn't hesitate to take another step
In your direction
Recollectin memories we share the best ones
And I'd restart at step one for your affection
I'd get to relearn what makes you laugh and smile
And get mad scrunchin your nose and your brows
I don't know how it happened
It's like some men in black shit 
A click then a flash and now we don't know where our past went
Or what our past was
The half kiss and half touch
Some would call it bad luck 
And i ain't even mad because
I get to experience you all for the first time again
And take you on dates so we can talk about the lifes we live
And i can't wait for that first kiss 
I want it to be perfect
Even thinking bout it's making me nervous 
This is all just so surreal
I can't even begin to wait to get to know how you feel

If. .we. .would. .re. .set
I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't mind, i wouldn't mind no
×4

okay, freeze frame argument
we’re sitting on a park bench
our past is running circles through me,
I’m stuck on your arc length,
every evening we spent cheerful hangs
suspended in air
we both agreed that we ain’t working
though, we ended it there
and every sip of morning coffee you made
after i slept over or the way you slipped your 
sweater off your shoulder just to trace me through 
your supernova tattoo on your collarbones
comes floating back in monochrome, 
sheathed in a protective cover 
i’d give anything  to relive me and you in technicolor,
reincarnate months back to the party where I met you
where we dipped and watched the starlit sky then woke up in your bedroom
it’s not a second chance, you see, I want a second play-through
some way where if I fuck up I’d rewind to an escape route
and evade making the wrong choice
program every date with a respawn point
and meander through the multiverse, i’d go whatever distance
till I happen on a parallel dimension that’s not this one

If. .we. .would. .re. .set
I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't mind, i wouldn't mind no
×4

Reset, feat. samsa // sayso !

@atlas
@miraa on the beat
@joncraps on the mixing and editing

why do i sound like a dude that just needs a hug
why am i so unscrewed why does dude need a lug
i guess that's what happens when you're betrayed by people you love
emotions under the rug
gettin' good at that, gettin' way too good at that 
i just bottle shit up 
like my favorite cognac, yo fuck that
hold me back, mic me up
yo let me flow this wack ass shit i wrote 
and recently, my mental is so iraq
i've trippin' for several seasons
tip-toein' and avoidin' all these lego pieces
metaphorically, of course, but Atlas
tell me where i belong in this almanac
like, my girlfriend fuckin' hates me, my dad doesn't talk to me yo
i've been gettin' lost in like all of the sauce in the bowl but
yo i don't know whats up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

why do i plug a message in every song that only you could possibly understand 
and the worst part is you don't listen to them
and i know you already moved on and that's what's killin' me 
actually, it's how you did it so seemlessly yo
you know i dont even feel like an artist anymore
it's like at best im a fuckin' comformist with just my thoughts on record
i think this life is just a type-o
i've been feelin' mad psycho yo you gotta break that cycle phe 
but honestly dawg, i don't think it's even up to me
and if it was, i don't know what i would change
it's just, it fucks with me yo 
and i really wanted to end on a positive note but
but it's gettin hard like when i'm constantly hit with these monsterous blows
it's so monotonous and slow and, shitty
and i truly don't know what's up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

break the cycle w/ atlas (prod. miraa)

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

Spotify!

Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

atlas - the locket

prod. Ian Crumley (Gold Revere)
lyrics by Akash Gururaja and Roderick Porter

Memories

Memories (feat. Roderick Porter)

If anyone knows the producer of this beat, please tell me so i can credit them!!!

Lyrics:
Thinking on a moon of the sun my
Evil may be doomed to have won my
Feelings usually zoom through the lust my
Mind will dream of you when im done
Im

I contemplate the pit in barrels of guns
Or
Fantasize about a noose around my neck like its hung
I lived a decent life i cant complain my thoughts seeming strung
Say i got no reason to be this way changing my lane to fun 
Then swerving back into my woefulness
Yea deep in my lungs
All this confusion bottles up into the shxt that i sung
Outside im beaming like a becon 
Inside dark as the tounge
Of a serpent i feel like it worsened once i finally woke up
Soaked in a moment
Broken im ownin up what i dug
Focused and stronger now 
yet still a question mark on the love
Older im sulkin
Hopin i just blow over this stuff
Bold as a poster child
Yet still the sessions ark in the mud
Over it all
Everything
They want me to trust
Like these theories inside of my skull are not bound to erupt
They wanna call
Settle things 
that been in the dust
Like i give a fuck i been evolved im just now showin you punks
Viku

Thinking on a moon of the sun my
Evil may be doomed to have won my

Mind varries
Tasmanian devil
Im not the scary
Type
Prepare for hype 
Librarian shuffle
Fast very
Spazz and carry a shovel
Im not the blaring type
Prepare the light
So high ima shuttle
Ask and im sharing
Past to perry
No present
Cast the caring to pesents
Chill im gon be there in a second
Mask staring
Pain to pleasure
Its plesent
Cast out the reverend
O me o my cause im god
Hope you get it
I use my
Own name in vain then wonder why im damned
I use my
Own frame to redirect the pain from them
I use my
Own days and time to write whats in the air
Panic and flair my fucking arms into the sky all as they stare dont care im

Thinking on a moon of the sun my
Evil may be doomed to have won my
Feelings usually zoom through the lust my
Mind will dream of you when im done
Im

Calm Down

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