I was just listening and I was like "oooohhhh this is- wait what a perfect day to cover a crime,  huh?"

even after a year of listening to this I still love it

i just think that this is about a guy on a date whos overly paranoid or overthinking about everything. maybe it's not literally about the fact that hes afraid that he might be killed, but instead its just an exaggeration of the fact that hes overthinking everything for a little date. the overthinking ruins the experience for him and causes him to panic and eventually just leave the girl mid-date since he couldn't handle it.

This song is kinda fire, just like "Stand Up Guy" by the same guy I beileve

Written by: Reed Pake & paper latte
paper latte's SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/paperlatte
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/playfulryan
Mixed/Mastered by: Blindsightmix & John Garcia
Album Cover by: Nick O'Neil

Breathing Canvas (feat. paper latte) - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

Breathing Canvas (feat. paper latte) [prod. Playful Ryan]

Mixing, mastering, and producing by @dustbunnybedroom
Art by https://twitter.com/trulymiffy please check out their art !!
(Single version of the song "Pretty Face" from the @summercampco Winter Compilation)

Stream it on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/34ewObtxbnS73495nDWJNh?si=oZPFPSMSRhu5fTqjYFnjEw
Buy it on Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/pretty-face-single/1449921170

Ukulele Chords: cmaj7, e7 ,fmaj7, fmin7 
Ukulele Chord Tabs: 0002, 1202, 5500, 1313

Guitar 1 Chords: C5, E5, F, Fmin
Guitar 1 Tabs: x35xxx, x79xxx, x87xxx, x86xxx

Guitar 2 Chords: C5, E5, F5, F5
Guitar 2 Tabs: x35xxx, 02xxx, 13xxx, 13xxx

Genius Lyrics Link: https://genius.com/Mahal-slick-pretty-face-single-version-lyrics

Lyrics:
1-2-3-4

Man, it’s been a minute
I never had time to finish 
Sick of it, it’s repetitious 
Oh baby I’m getting vicious

With the love like this, with the love like that
With the love so quick, with the love so bad

Girl whats up witchu? Tell me whatcha really wanna do
I don’t got a clue
Always fuckin angry with different kinds of excuses
Feeling useless
But the truth is, I don’t think you really fuck with me
What a mood switch

1-2-3 with a hit so sore
4-5-6 we don’t kiss no more
We just stay inside, we don’t go outdoors
Never doing all the shit we used to do before

You wanna switch it up though
Why you gotta cut throat
Hit me with the wrong arrow, that's a crossbow

I don’t wanna solo
Nana to my Popo
Honey you don’t ever gotta do it all alone cuz 
_
Baby we don’t need to change
Maybe we can be the same
Girl I miss your pretty face
Your pretty face x2
_
I don’t wanna see you crying like a raindrop
Droptop, Ima take you out to the sweatshop
Maybe we could sit back, finna make the cat pop
And you know I never fold, like I was a laptop

I don’t really see a problem
Baby you be trippin
All I want is all the lovin, and the huggin, and the kissin

And the old you back since
The new you lackin’ 
Issa a new wave, Issa plan of attack cuz
_
Baby we don’t need to change
Maybe we can be the same
Girl I miss your pretty face
Your pretty face x2

Pretty Face - Mahal Slick & dustbunnyroom (single version)

Bugs Life

Contact Book (Prod. Lo'Fi Boy)

doubts

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/235m3adTb5WObAJWOonO4f?si=K_QK6s9gTMe_whikRGgwlw
apple music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-guess-single/1492840221

produced by me & med
https://soundcloud.com/medicatedbeats
vocals by Thiago & love-sadKiD
https://soundcloud.com/teeawgo, https://soundcloud.com/love-sadKiD
mixed & mastered by polearm
https://soundcloud.com/polearm

cover art by adrelix
https://twitter.com/adrelixart

i guess?

i guess? (feat. Thiago, love-sadKiD & medicatedbeats)

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/

Spotify!

The Hobby Swapping Problem (prod. biosphere)

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/kidaprilart & https://soundcloud.com/deadchemist

Lead guitarist and drummer: https://soundcloud.com/user-908683638 

Lyrics: https://genius.com/miles-powers-back-to-business-lyrics

SPOTIFY etc.

Back to Business (feat. Kid April & Dead Chemist)

Class(ft Sheffdan) (prod. mixtape seoul)

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

Track two of "Make Way For Goodbyes" with @cloudmacx

Produced by: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7Vp1dmUggC1Xq0pol5QY1w

Lyrics: https://genius.com/cloud-mac-and-miles-powers-eat-my-soul-lyrics

Eat My Soul

A song about being stuck inside during the apocalypse. Sound familiar? 😉

Written by: Reed Pake, https://soundcloud.com/marcindigo &  https://soundcloud.com/mrmastersucks

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/beatcoin-948353974

Cover art by: https://soundcloud.com/saintkales

Mixed/Mastered by: https://soundcloud.com/3astman  

Verse 1 (Rekap): 
Lyin’ in my bed at leisure, don’t wake ‘till eleven, ever/ 
Seven more rejection letters in my inbox, but no pressure/ 
Check the weather for gigafires and I really should get an air purifier/  Too much take-out, so I guzzle benefiber, just smoked earlier, but now I’m getting higher/ 
I got nothin’ to do and I can’t stand it, news gettin’ worse by the damn second/ 
Can’t see my friends or my fam, gettin’/ 
So lonely when scrolling on Tinder that honestly anyone at this point can get it/
Yeah, and I can’t really cook, so I‘m livin’ off of shit like canned spinach, but I’m managin’, I guess/
And right when this shit couldn’t go more awry/
I open my blinds and I see an orange sky/
Twitter is sayin’ that we’re gonna die/ 
The end is nigh, we should all run and hide/ 
But I’m stuck inside, I don’t know where to go/ 
So I lay in my bed and I stare at my phone/
Meltin’ my brain watchin’ terrible shows/ 
Waitin’ until the whole planet explodes/

Hook 1 (marc indigo):
I don’t know what’s going on and really no one does/ 
All these issues all at once, really I’ve had enough/
I just hate the way my life’s just changed and fell apart/
 I’m just waitin’, I’m frustrated, can we just restart?
I’m terrified but I’m chillin/
I’m staring up at the ceiling/
This world is falling to ruins/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Each day I open my eyes/
I’m seeing smoke in the skies/
Everyone’s hopeless online/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/

 Verse 2 (Mr. Master): 
'08, I ate up my hours alone/ 
Only kept up with time. Stay inside feel like home/
Gopher my head out the ground and it’s discounts on 
underground bunkers I already own/
Rapid lose muscle when farthest approach to a 
cardio stroll is a scroll on a phone/
Classes asynchronous. Pass, no attendance/
I stan education but no. No I’m not busy busy/ 
But the pen game sharper, image crispy/ 
While the kids stay arguin’ with Disney, this hummingbird
heart beat through the windy/
Really been up still. All everyone love kill buzzkill/ 
Spirit ain’t shine, then the sun will/
Not gonna lie though, a hug would be clutch, any touch let the Bowflex a boat less uphill/
Won’t let a dot set up shop keeper windows/ 
Melee X’d out. Miracle mile on dash. Ace quiz shows ‘Nache don’t crash mid woe/ 
Permanent daylight, search for the save life. Case close/
I run out o’ space to run out. I runneth over/ 
I’m driven. I hit a red light and let it go/  

Hook 2 (marc indigo):
I don’t know what’s going on and really no one does/ 
All these issues all at once, really I’ve had enough/
Everyday feels like the same, can we have something new/
I’m just hopin’ in the end that we can make it through/
I’m terrified but I’m chillin/
I’m staring up at the ceiling/
This world is falling to ruins/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Each day I open my eyes/
I’m seeing smoke in the skies/
Everyone’s hopeless online/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

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