hey fyoum here, and here are the lyrics

Watcha mean by that
I stayed up all night
Why can't you waste yourself 
You afraid to talk back

You shouldn't be so cruel what did i 
Ever do to you
I guess there's more to him than you why don't we
Take a minute or two

For some time I've been thinking bout it
All my life I've really thought about it
Take your time cause I've been thinking for a 
Long long while long while

You shouldn't be so cruel what did i 
Ever do to you
I guess there's more to him than you why don't we
Take a minute or two

It's all that, it's all that, there's more to it
There's more to a wake-up call
But you don't wanna wake up so?
May we be friends sometime again
But not right now cause you're not my friend, 
Cause your not my friend

You shouldn't be so cruel what did i 
Ever do to you
I guess there's more to him than you why don't we
Take a minute or two
You shouldn't be so cruel what did i 
Ever do to you
I guess there's more to him than you why don't we
Take a minute or two
You shouldn't be so, you shouldn't be so, you shouldn't be so cruel what did I
You shouldn't be so, you shouldn't be so, you shouldn't be so cruel what did I
You shouldn't be so, you shouldn't be so, you shouldn't be so cruel what did I
You shouldn't be so, you shouldn't be so, you shouldn't be so cruel

A Minute Or 2 (user is back <3)

astrophobia

on all platforms - https://open.spotify.com/album/0fBDnQDOKMHMzSYNxzC6cz?si=2lQFAMQ5SK22M1KleTC0Cg


song with my wife

single

tape soon

BACK 2 LIFE

꙳ ͙❅ froz3n_blood̩̩͙‧͙ ♱

cover art + streaming links soon <3

charli xcx - talk talk
bladee - be nice to me
[ rave tool 41 / HAPPYMAKER ]
ellie goulding - burn
1 single "op" from gangnam style
bladee - be nice to me (miku cover)
tsubi club - burbank house
p*rter r*binson - sad machine
p*rter r*binson - clarity
soulja boy - crank that

puppytalk

THE DANCEFLOOR IS HEAVY. THE FIRST SINGLE ...

DOWN SOUTH (consolidated) #2

I DID THIS FOR US

'Point A'
SoundCloud only.

—
This one’s for U . . .
		. . . but U gotta look into my eyes first . . . 

I want you to be mad you didn’t think of it
I want you to want to keep the plastic
I want you to extract the acapella
I want you to feel like you can grasp it

I want that Poplife walk right talk nice
I want that first-class New York to Japan flight
I use my God-given name more than the one you call me
I didn’t have a choice， you didn’t earn the right

I’m in six figures of debt to multiple parties
I don’t regret anything more than making Johnny johnny
I can’t wait no more， cut the room in half — 
Girls to the front， boys to the back！ 

I split myself in two，  accidentally gave it all to U
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back

I split myself in two，  I didn’t mean to give it all to U
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back

I . . . O . . . U！ 

I split myself in two，  accidentally gave it all to U
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back

—
Written and recorded in Chicago IL， San Francisco CA， Los Angeles CA， Brooklyn NY， Queens NY.

Point A

'Music'
Written and produced by underscores
Mastered by Heba Kadry

Cover by Ochiai Shohei

—
Last night， I had a wet dream ‘bout the perfect song
I know， I know， I’m too far gone
Opened my eyes and forgot all of the notes
By any chance， do you know how it goes?

There’s something up with you
That I just can’t get a read on
When you walk into the room
It’s like you have a theme song

And I feel it calling me
So I might as well just do it
There ain’t nothing stopping me
It’s just

When I’m with U
It feels like music

It’s happening again
I feel the BPM， I feel the music

And usually I’m hard to please
But I feel the harmony

Mm， it’s a miracle
You’re not New York Catholic， you’re not LA spiritual
I just can’t stand when people talk like they’re a therapist
But your words sound like they come from God， I can’t compare to it
I try and it’s embarrassing . . .

And I don’t know what to do
Never gelled this well with someone
I just wanna catch up to you
And I don’t know where it comes from

But my leg is fast asleep
And there’s no way I can move it
You don’t gotta stay back for me
It’s just

When I’m with U
It feels like music

It’s happening again
I feel the BPM， I feel the music

And usually I’m hard to please
But I feel the harmony， I feel the music

It’s happening again
I feel the BPM， I feel the music

And usually I’m hard to please
But I feel the harmony

Pop rock electronic rap rock and roll
Nonstop avant-garde talking on the phone
It sound like

Pop rock electronic rap rock and roll
Bass bump supersonic won’t you take me home？ 
It sound like

Pop rock electronic rap rock and roll
Nonstop avant-garde talking on the phone
It sound like

Pop rock electronic rap rock and roll
Bass bump supersonic won’t you take me？ 

It’s everything， it’s everything to me
It’s everything， it’s everything to me
It’s everything， it’s everything to me
Everything to me

When I’m with U
It feels like music

It’s happening again

When I’m with U
It feels like music

I feel the BPM

—
Written and recorded in Chicago IL， Oslo NO， Copenhagen DK， Amsterdam NL， Köln DE， Glasgow GB.

Music

the rain tapped against the diner windows like a soft metronome, steady and unbothered. brain groffon scribbled a few lines, paused, crossed them out, then started again. stuey watched in silence, chewing a toothpick he didn’t pay for.

“you ever think we’re just side characters in someone else’s story?” brain asked without looking up.

“nah,” stuey replied. “we’re too annoying to be side characters.”

brain smirked faintly, still writing. “maybe we’re the plot twist no one asked for.”

“or the part they skip to get to the good stuff.”

the waitress returned, dropped a single sugar packet on the table. “that’s all the sweetness you’re getting tonight.”

brain looked up. “that’s going in the book.”

“you better spell my name right,” she muttered, walking off again.

stuey leaned over to peek at brain’s notebook. “you’re actually gonna finish this one?”

“maybe.” brain shut it softly. “maybe the trick is just writing it like no one’s ever gonna read it.”

“that’s how i live my life,” stuey said, hopping off the booth. “bad decisions and zero proofreading.”

brain chuckled, grabbing the notebook. “let’s go home.”

“which one?”

“whichever one still has beer in the fridge.”

astrophobia

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