Just an easy listening thing thrown together to keep puttin stuff out! Goal is to be consistent. =P Lyrics below

(Instrumental by the thuper thpectacular Thpence Mills aka fakePNG)

(Verse 1):

You say you wanna be me? 
Well c'mere and grab a mirror, leave it strapped to your face
And look me in the eyes,
While I tell you you lack what it takes.
Talkin to myself man, 
Have to keep waitin.
Leave a clean plate, not a scrap can be wasted
Have to be patient. 
So what if every track needs a face lift?
Have to create, then
Relax and sit back, 'til it catches and takes wind. 
Someday when-
I get to the point, that I enjoy the free fall
I'll leap off, need not fear - just keep calm.
Breathe, watch and see my feet drop to the street, soft-ly.
Constantly, work 'round the clock on-key like the minute hand
Pen in hand, hardly - mightier than any sword.
My writing isn't winning wars.
Try 'til I'm getting sore.
"Plenty more where that came from",
Ink, that is. Words? I don't have any stored.
Hit record and say a little prayer, 
to any lord or lady that'll listen when I wish to get a penny for..

(Chorus):

Thoughts and reflections.
Pause and collect them, get them
Out into the world. x2
All your thoughts and reflections.
Do not be selective, get this
Out into the world. x2

(Verse 2):

This isn't the deepest but,
The vision of me I must see
When I'm givin my teeth a brush
Isn't the me that I see
When I'm visitin dreams, I just
Wish I could be him, but the difference between us
Is far too immense, 
And it's hard to admit, but the trip would just leave me lost
In a bottomless trench, too extensive to reach across
In chemistry it's called - 
Entropy, 
The definition seems fittin' hes-
Wishin things played out differently.
Mentally, physically drained now
Weighed down visibly. 
Different breed, roped, kept- chained howlin' endlessly
If you please, go ahead and lay down a list for me
Say it loud, get your piece
Break out the chisels, seems-
Everybody wants to explain how Chris should be, with his


(Chorus)

(This Is Bridge?)
What if you, what if you, what if you, what if you could - change, me?
Would that I could be like other guys up in your day dreams. 

(Verse 3): -Short-
What if you could change me?
Make me into your very own modern day James Dean
Or a young Swayze? Paint me picturesque.
Pick the best parts of me and clip the rest.
It's the best way for me to get a quality assessment. 
I copy the message. 
Maybe stop being stressed when
Making all these corrections.
Play these songs til my breath's spent
Praying y'all will accept them, til then
Take these x4

(Chorus)

Reflections (beat by fakePNG)

Almost regretted recording this. Almost. Might change some stuff with it, just threw some quick edits on it goofin around. Lyrics below!

Parental Advisory!

(Produced by Blanq Beatz)

Hook:
We-Want-You in the Minute Man Army
One! Pump! Chumps!
Plan to apologize, dick in hand, "Sorry!"
Run, once, done. x2



Faster than Usain Bolt in the bedroom,
Afterwards if you crave more than I guess,
You have to pray for the next dude, 'cause
Baby I was halfway the moment I met you. 
Sixty seconds of heaven, quickly dress and confess
(That whiskey dick is a blessin), but didn't help prevent the mystery of the missing erection. 
This chick's a detective.
But the thing she's not gettin is.. that this is a dead sprint
Not a damn marathon
Keep your damn apparel on
Don't plan to be there for long
Spare us all the glares we're gone.
Carry on, wayward son.
If you build it they will come. (Well, you will)
Pavin the way for a trail of un-satisfied customers.
That is why I'm comin first
Mad 'cause I bust on your back?
Well it's just cause you're - like, so unbelievably hot y'know?



Hook:
We-Want-You in the Minute Man Army
One! Pump! Chumps!
Plan to apologize, dick in hand, "Sorry!"
Run, once, done. x2



She is makin me very horny
Deep in enemy territory
Please don't be embarrassed for me.
Keep on tellin these scary stories
From the Kama Sutra
I know what you're thinkin "that book is not for you bruh"
I-I'm well aware..
So forgive me baby, but I give it maybe a minute at most.
Penetratin, will send me straight in to my vinegar strokes.
Women blame me for my.. short-comings. ^_~
They say "You're funny" then see my shorts flooding
Me? I start running 
Speak-well more mumbling
That this has never happened to me, before honey
So sorry bout the sheets but,
I'm abotta leave ya.
Hng Nng Blao! Goes the onomotopeia.
We up outta hee-uh.
Me? I gotta be uh, freer than Willy when he made it out to the sea yuh.


Hook:
We-Want-You in the Minute Man Army
One! Pump! Chumps!
Plan to apologize, dick in hand, "Sorry!"
Run, once, done. x2

Minute Man Army (Explicit)(prod. Blanq Beatz)

Love the synth, had no idea what I was gonna do for the song though. Definitely needs some TLC down the road. Lyrics below!

(Instrumental by fakePNG)

Chorus: 

Runnin around the interwebs, 
Click your pics and send your threats
Unplug now and disconnect, 
Get a grip and live correct.

Verse 1:

Meet me in the metaverse.
He can be a better version of himself there.
Elsewhere, he's in bed immersed.
Dead in person, get a hearse, I-V and feeding tube so he can stay forever perched
(pause)
In vir-tual reality
Hurts to be seen out so he 
works through the screen now.
Hold up- wait. Yep.
This verse is a meme now.
The first to re-tweet proudly
Is sure to appease crowds
Of anonymous nobodies.
Like "God this is so funny
I gotta repost." 
Buddy'll probably blow up takin props for the jokes somebody else told.
Hell no, tell those thieves of HUMOR that
These are not people, no, these are TUMORS!
Speakin in RUMORS,
Preachin TO US,
(random laugh that put me offbeat)
'bout how we should be just to bring the VIEWS UP
(Wait, what am I doin? Whatever.)
Listen to the internet activists, 
Talk about our primitive medicinal practices
Bloggin doctored images of fictional, tragic shit
All in an attempt to get a click on their statuses.
I myself know the method to madness is
To take your ass outside where the smell of the grass exists.
(That sounds like something my Dad would say.)

Chorus

Runnin around the interwebz, 
Click your pics and send your threats
Unplug now and disconnect, 
Get a grip and live correct.


Verse 2:

Dopamine check, one-two hits.
Hopin she checks once you click
On the like button, the subscribe button
You know all the right buttons to provide somethin, 
Euphoric in the veggie state.
Click a few more, then hesitate 
Is it too forward is it desper(8)? (idk)
You don't view porn, you investigate. 
Like true men of science.
Who trend in violence.
World Star or Onlyfans?
Who can decide when 
Girls charge the lonely mans
To get invited
First, card - then holy land.
Two ends divided.
By a - sea of degenerates
Who scream at the internet
All caps at all that's-
Too obscene or belligerent
While being akin to it.
Wish we could bring an end to it.
I don't mean to try and lecture you.
It's just me in my confession booth.
Let me describe hell to you.
8 billion people connected by a web who choose
to argue over sexual preference and live like vegetables
Neglect the people next to you
Stay inside of the nest to view
The beautiful ones, while they live life for the rest of you.



Chorus

Runnin around the interwebz, 
Click your pics and send your threats
Unplug now and disconnect, 
Get a grip and live correct.

Interwebz (beat by fakePNG)

Not sure where all these songs will fall in terms of albums, mixed tapes, EPs, etc. All I know is the juices are flowin atm. Lyrics below!

(Instrumental by fakePNG)


Money. 
Spendin a whole life in chase of the-
Money.
Sittin at home- despite scrapin for-
Money. 
Driven with no time to play 'cause-
Money. Money. Money. Money.
                                       
Money.
When I'm alone I just pray for the-
Money
Friends'll go by, what stays is the-
Money
If I get cold, ignite flames with the-
Money. Money. Money. Moneyx2


Money. Root of all evil.
You of all people, should know
What the kid you once were would say.
Of your decayin
Love for the game. 
It's faded away enough, to get
Traded, replaced wit a
Lust for the paycheck.
Bump or the raise. yes
Stuff that'll say just what you're worth to these oh-so-important
Board members.
Hoardin theirs while makin sure you spend yours.
Quarterly statements, reports, and figures
What can you say, you're a corporate intern.
What once was a flame has conformed to embers.
Roar to whisper. Storm to mist, you're-
Sure that the top is soon to be yours or
Certain the boss'll see you've earned more-
Work for the chance to work to earn more-


Money. 
Spendin a whole life in chase of the-
Money.
Sittin at home, despite scrapin for-
Money. 
Driven with no time to play 'cause-
Money. Money. Money. Money.
                                       
Money.
When I'm alone I just pray for the-
Money
Friends'll go by, what stays is the-
Money
If I get cold, ignite flames with the-
Money. Money. Money. Money

Money.
Spendin a whole life in chase of 
(I)slands, quiet, secluded where time doesn't move, but I do..
I'm through, sittin at home despite scrapin
(Will) my actions compact in the form of cash? When? I'm askin, 
Driven, with no time to play cause
(Not) enough gas exists to match the distance from rappin to gettin' - Money.
When I'm alone I just pray to
(Make), trends that blow minds. Paper chase that ends at the goal line. Fakes or saints-
Friends'll go by, what stays is
(Any) little thing on lone nights, you lie awake, quick to go by - you like to take.
If I get cold, I'll ignite the flames-
If I get cold, ignite flames with-
(Money.) Power.
Funny how the, ones we bow to are: stuffy, dour, ugly cowards
Gunning down from their lovely towers above the crowds but
One clean sound rung from the shouts to, say in clearest terms that we are running out of-
Hills to die on see, will to let bygones be, but plenty of pills to get by ennui, that's French. 
Cheap thrills you use to ply all are weakening.
Need to build some more Pylons please. 
That's a Starcraft reference.
We're not too far from that desperate.
Nearin' Mars, for the next gen
May be smart to invest in- SpaceX spaceships.
Save your bread, your cake, your cheddar, your bacon-


Money. 
Spendin a whole life in chase of the-
Money.
Sittin at home, despite scrapin for-
Money. 
Driven with no time to play 'cause-
Money. Money. Money. Money.
                                                                          
Money.
When I'm alone I just pray for the-
Money
Friends'll go by, what stays is the-
Money
If I get cold, ignite flames with the-
Money. Money. Money. Moneyx2
Money.

Money (beat by fakePNG)

Piss Play/ Golden shower, second-hand beer, watersports - there are many names for sex practices with urine.

_Fuck off fund_Psychology x Mindset of Someone You Still Love = LATE NIGHT TALKING = TAROT

FAKTOR4 -  Blair Fae (Senglar V2 Remix)

INXS mediate [remix] .mp3

This track gives me a feeling of losing and finding. Reminds me of my pet Chameleon who passed and had a dream we reunited once again this time much in a different pleasant way. I felt this track has that feeling of loss and reassurance it will get better. I get that same feeling when have lost a Pikmin in the past lol. I draw inspiration from video games and here's a great example of that. Enjoy the ride!

✨ My Lost Pikmin ✨

something about god (cranes+rek)

New baby has slowed the music down recently. Got a lot in the works though!

I genuinely dislike social media, if you're interested in features/collab stuff just shoot me a DM on here or check the email. I'm still new to this, so hmu and we can learn together.

For serious inquiries, email at: fathomwastakenbysomeshmuck@gmail.com

Interwebz (beat by fakePNG)

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