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ORENT - Palm Tree

This is an EP that I have been piecing together for some time now. I've definitely experimented with producing lots of different genres by now, and I really like the feel of Lofi(Lofi hiphop). This is a 5 track EP consisting of 4 solo tracks and 1 collaborative track that I made with @Nowey_Beats from Instagram. I really enjoyed creating these moving, ambient tracks and love the simple yet complex feel as the beats really push the melodies along. Let me know what you all think in the comments and share with your friends. I'm glad to be getting another EP out there! Thanks for all of the continued support!
-KVI 

Huge shoutout as always to @zer0_productions on Instagram for creating yet another great album cover. Make sure to check him out!

Clarity

this beat summarizes what i imagine my memories, hurt, tiredness, and death may sound like. south.vibe's instrumental  perfectly describes how i've been feeling. these r some of my most personal and honest lyrics - i'm pretty nervous abt releasing this 1. i cry almost every time i hear this song bc of how much it means to me and how much of my soul is in this song. i fear judgement but i think people will be able to relate to this and hopefully can grow some understanding of the mental hell that i've been in. i hope u enjoy

lyrics: 
i been thinking bout the flowers on the porch
i been thinking bout the hours on the floor
and how i don’t deserve the carpeting i have now
i started in the background 
i’m ending as a layer i deleted 
and the paper i depleted

i don’t know what i believe in, say a prayer but i ain’t preach it 

i ain’t even  know who i was sayin it to

i wonder where they spread the ashes and i wonder where they makin it to
i been dealin wit a fear a leaving the crib
cause what if when i leave it ion see it again

i can barely breathe when i vent
so i crumble when i reach for the pen
i got a paper cut and i been bleeding regret
i get home and go to sleep when i’m dressed
but my body gonna sleep when i’m dead 
/
i got
dreams of death // and invasive thoughts
scream in my head when it names em off
(like)
please lemme mend when i brake and stop
i been wasting time i should be taking off

i’m a good example of what not to be

i gotta worry bout some property and offerings but i just miss monopoly 
i still own the game it’s just that it won’t be the same because my age went and got to me

"you couldn’t have failed yet, you’re nineteen"
ruin the chance that anybody ever find me

and i ain’t felt this bad since wikihow taught me how to tie a noose
it ain’t my time yet , they never said i’d like the truth
i’m obtuse
i’ve used avoidance as a tactic for some time now
ovals fuckin up my poetry, im bouta get the white out
i used to get the white out but i mean when i write now
deletin everything i write down cause i can’t get it right
right now
but this beat calm me down like showers at four
i been thinkin bout the flowers on the porch
and how time passes
i been thinkin bout the hours in the floor
and how i’m crashin
i don’t deserve the carpeting i love now
ion think i’m ever gonna fuckin come round
i been feelin worse than the come down
i know they
gon forget this song when next year comes round

spotify

hours on/in the floor (prod. south.vibe)

another song

prod @candy-cigarettes
mixed & mastered by @giveuppulp
via @giveupstillhere

(yuh,yuh)

All my new shirts
Turned to sleep shirts
All my new hurt
Turned to weed burnt
All these new words
Make me sleep worse
Took a few turns
And I leave work
(I'm whippin out the lot)

All my new shirts
Turned to sleep shirts
All my new hurt
Turned to weed burnt
All these new words
Make me sleep worse
Took a few turns
And I leave work

I can't even stand up, I can't even stand ya 
I'm standing on my tip toes
Dancing when I kick flows
Panting when I sit, so
I think that Imma plan it till I get dough
I ain't even plan this, I can feel the famine
Panic till I flick bowls
Branches gettin lit whole
Damaged and I'm sick, so I think that I'll be manic till I get slow

Grams in this bowl
I was feeling fresh but I need to feel rest
I was feeling dead but I need the real breath
I was peeling meds but I needed real death
(I'm whippin out the lot, ay)
I was feeling fresh but I need to feel rest, rest
I was feeling dead but I need the real breath, breath
I was peeling meds but I needed real death
(I'm whippin out the lot, ay)

All my new shirts
Turned to sleep shirts
All my new hurt
Turned to weed burnt
All these new words
Make me sleep worse
Took a few turns
And I leave work

All my new shirts
Turned to sleep shirts
All my new hurt
Turned to weed burnt
All these new words
Make me sleep worse
Took a few turns
And I leave work
(I'm whipping out the lot)

Billie Eilish - Bellyache (Funkin' Dough Nuts Lofi Remix)

Funkin' Dough Nuts