LeeLee

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The Fallout

Wasting My Time

Breaking Benjamin: Digital Box Set

So Cold (Remix)

Shallow Bay: The Best Of Breaking Benjamin

Breath

Phobia

Dance With The Devil

Until The End

Had Enough

Weathered

Bullets

My Own Prison

Something Like Human

Hemorrhage (In My Hands)

Produced by J-Smalls and Aaron Hobbs, featuring The Top Civilian.

Two Feet On The Ground

Core

Dead & Bloated (2017 Remaster)

Written, performed and published by Cyle [C. Loupin] and The Top Civilian [E. Osterholm I].
Produced by J-Smalls [J. Leffler].

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LYRICS
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HOOK - Cyle
Hello there…
Angel in my dream, won’t you wake me up. (Please wake me up.)
‘Cause I don’t, I don’t wanna sleep alone.
And I’m so alone. Hate sleeping alone.

VERSE ONE – The Top Civilian
I see you chillin’ with your friends while I'm waiting to mingle.
There’s no ring on your finger; praying to God that you’re single. 
‘Cause I wanna send tingles up and down your spine.
Reprogram your circuitry and make your inner stars align.
You got that shy girl vibe- you’re all alone and you’re lonely.
But your knight in shining armor ain't the drink that you’re holdin’. 
See you don’t know this, but I'm the mate of your soul,
And someday I'll hold you close while I recite my poems.
Yeah, I’m the man of your dreams, so damn funny and smart.
You’re such a beautiful lady; I feel the thump of my heart.
I wanna rip you apart, and lick your T and A,
Make your clit my BFF and mix our DNA.
Tongue painting constellations all over your body.
Playing your passion on piano like Ludovico Einadi.
Here's hoping that my naughty compliments your nice.
Shooting arrows like Cupid, only hitting bullseyes.

HOOK - Cyle
Hello there…
Angel in my dream, won’t you wake me up. (Please wake me up.)
‘Cause I don’t, I don’t wanna sleep alone.
And I’m so alone. Hate sleeping alone.

VERSE TWO – The Top Civilian
You'll be the love of my life, and I'll be your vice versa. 
Should I buy you a drink, or would you think I might hurt ya?
I ain’t much of a flirter, but I ain't missing this chance
To make a lasting impression, fall in love at first glance.
So may I have this dance? I know you’re diggin’ this song.
Give me your hand and I'll lead before the feeling is gone.
Our hearts pulsing in sync, with the beat of the music,
Melting our essence together in each fiery movement.
The sparks from our two lips will keep us warm in the cold.
Growing as best friends and lovers, intertwining our souls.
I promise to hold you forever, even if beauty gets old.
So take me home tonight ‘cause I don't wanna sleep alone.
 
HOOK - Cyle
Hello there…
Angel in my dream, won’t you wake me up. (Please wake me up.)
‘Cause I don’t, I don’t wanna sleep alone.
And I’m so alone. Hate sleeping…

OUTRO - Cyle
Hello there…
The voices in my head tell me this is real. 
But what is real?
‘Cause I woke, I woke up in my bed all alone.
And I'm so alone… hate sleeping alone.

Hello There

Written, performed and published by Cyle [C. Loupin] and The Top Civilian [E. Osterholm I].
Produced by J-Smalls [J. Leffler].

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LYRICS
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CHORUS - Cyle
Pass the mic, you're a dud.
Mainstream music: I’ve had enough.
Where’s your heart at?
Tell me, where you coming from...

VERSE ONE – The Top Civilian
I can’t be your hero, I’ll burn this shit down like Nero.
Spit bars ‘til your ears full. You listen but you don’t hear though.
I got a fierce flow and I’m a weirdo, but I’ve never been known to waste time.
As I transcribe and transpose endless quatrains and gang signs.
I’m done letting these wack busters bust wack raps over back tracking.
Their pussy posse onstage hyping: a clusterfuck of jackasses.
I’m last laughing, you ain’t savage - less stage presence than a garden gnome.
You got a trap beat, and a trap house, but Im’ma trap the fuck out this microphone.
‘Cause I take the time to elevate 
My mind state’s prone to escalate. 
Saying ‘fuck you’ to you fake MCs.
I’ll never waste love on what I hate (on what I hate, on what I hate…)

CHORUS - Cyle
Pass the mic, you're a dud.
Mainstream music: I’ve had enough.
Where’s your heart at?
Tell me, where you coming from...

VERSE TWO – The Top Civilian
I’m a next level rhyme rebel, and every verse I compose is a masterpiece.
And you’re another no-talent glam rapper who ain’t got shit on Master P.
‘Cause you’re talentless - without a pot to piss - 
Your style’s not unique in  the slightest bit.
Kickin’ mumbled words that are meaningless. 
And I don’t give a fuck whose beat it is. 
Who you beefing with, who you breeding with…
‘Cause honestly ya’ll sound illiterate.
Just a constant drip of ignorance to usher in the apocalypse.
You gutter snakes, and your skin shedding, keep up the gimmicks, I’m going sledding.
Got constant stressors - so under pressure.
With each pen press I’m bloodletting (I’m bloodletting, I’m bloodletting…)

CHORUS - Cyle
Pass the mic, you're a dud.
Mainstream music: I’ve had enough.
Where’s your heart at?
Tell me, where you coming from...

VERSE TREE – The Top Civilian
I’m another bastard kid, so imperfect so pass the sin.
But I’ve been known to puff on the cannabis and get lost in contemplation.
By all means, keep your gats and cash ‘cause they don't mean shit to me.
I don't give two shits about your bad bitch, your stash house or your weed.
‘Cause lyrically you’re wack as fuck and each verse is laced with profanity. 
Just an autotuned, carbon copy devoid of originality.
I’ll kill your music making, your thug faking and I’ll bury you deep in Calgary.
While you ride on dubs, acting hard, I’ll be rhyming with the Valkyries.
Catching ciphers in the balconies. I’m roaring with a lion’s tenacity.
And I’ll never have to sell my soul ‘cause this here’s the art of alchemy (of alchemy, of alchemy, alchemy…)

CHORUS - Cyle
Pass the mic, you're a dud.
Mainstream music: I’ve had enough.
Where’s your heart at?
Tell me, where you coming from…

OUTRO - Cyle
Where you coming from...
Where you from…
Where you coming from?

Nero (Mainstream Music)

Written, performed, produced and published by Cyle [C. Loupin] and The Top Civilian [E. Osterholm I].
Piano by J-Smalls.

Letting Go

Guitar and vocals by Cyle.
Written, produced and published by Cyle [C. Loupin] and The Top Civilian [E. Osterholm I].

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LYRICS
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CYLE
Free bird, why won't you fly away?
Locked up in your thoughts like a cage.
You're too smart to not pursue.
You can stay or you can leave - it's up to you.

Free bird, why don't you trust to seek?
Just spread your wings and fly away with me.
Free bird, you don't know how beautiful you are.
Free bird, you're the rhythm of my guitar.

Free bird, why don't you fly away?
Locked up in your thoughts like a cage.
Even caged birds can sing songs.
Will you sing for me when I'm gone?

Free bird, are you to scared to fly?
If you don't spread your wings this is goodbye.

Free bird, free bird fly. (Fly away.)
Free bird, free bird fly. (Fly away from here.) 

Free bird, why don't you fly away? (Why don't you fly away?)
Free bird, I hope you find your way.

Free bird, free bird fly.
Free bird, free bird fly. (Fly away from here.)

Free bird, why don't you fly away?
Free bird, I hope you find your way.

Free bird, why don't you fly away?
Locked up in your thoughts like a cage.
Even caged birds can sing songs.
Will you sing for me when I'm gone?

Fly Away

Acoustic Hip-Hop duo made up of The Top Civilian and Cyle. Better for the soul than chicken soup.

Nero (Mainstream Music)

Ghosts of Patrick Swayze