A Hundred Suns

Fashion Lights (feat. iwasoscar)

When It's Dark Out

When It's Dark Out (feat. iwasoscar)

Troubles

Troubles (feat. iwasoscar)

Slinger

Slinger (feat. iwasoscar)

dish rag

dish rag (feat. Young Wabo)

Duende!

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered - Hindley
Featured Vocals - Kopano @kopanomusic
Produced by Joseph - @josephjams
Artwork Design - Hindley from stickybaby

I never meant for the summer ends but everything comes back to you, everything comes back to you
let's just forget best friends and better halves but everything comes back to you, everything comes back to you
in this green night windowed warm light in a house that keeps us everything comes back to you, everything comes back to you
you know I should be leaving soon, I know I should be leaving soon but everything comes back to you, everything comes back to you

bed unmade, hair up, kiss me when you wake up, talk loud but not say much, let me try to make up 
with these flowers for Algernon, from Algernon, you correct me wrong, you play my songs to edit wrongs and twist my words till I play along.
getting fucked up from the drunk love and a boyfriend that you're dancing on, force mixed rum and some bad thoughts with a good idea that i know is wrong.
I didn't do much, caught an uppercut from that bad man in your favorite song, snort blood up, get brute shoved and questioning what you're hating on.

I made amends for the punishments, but everything comes back to you, I know I lied you said it too
you know I should be leaving soon, we tried this time, we know its doomed, although I don't believe its true everything comes back to you

how am I supposed to get a fire started woh, 
if you smother every spark ignited woh,
and we've got blisters burns, from flint wheels we spin in turns and thumb skins are of no concern and promise rings that we returned, teachers cry and i confirm my truancy is least concerned, those no shows from me and her were the only times I ever learned.
you can play with my hair as we gaze apon our star, and I hope you know the one I chose to remember who you are.

Everything Comes Back To You

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1.angel/stolen valor prod. tomppa beats 
2.seventy cents prod. slr 
3.no fluxes prod. amstergates 
4.hero as fool prod. sleeps 
5.saffron prod. ciano 
6.terrarium prod. dxwntxwn 
7.mea culpa prod. oofoe 
8.sahel prod. rosetint 

love raps by hindley

love raps (download in description)

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered - Hindley
Featuring Silver Sleeves
Produced by autumn keys @autumnkeys

Before we said "I love you" we said "maybe that word". Now we don't speak on either.

they picked me on my low end
this sounds like bo en
push to let emshow em
that i can go in

avoiding labels, that people put on
it felt unstable, until i made one

people wanna crew up in the antebellum, the wave's the war or so i tell them,
Hokusai chipped the truth with the baren, the tsunami crashes your beach is abandoned

the boys drinking fiji inspite of kanagawa,
and they know how to handle ya,
underwater supply to the aqueduct,
i'm supposed to trust that you give a fuck

children estimate that i given up
they hesitate to say the start but their
voice trembling, knees bending, voice gives out before you can give enough
screams are raw, the raw is red, the red is blood, the body's end, heart to heart, to beat the head, all you need is love but love is dead

treat my creations like love for a sister, treat abominations like the lines in agrippa
thats 3 0 5 lines of my time on a whisper, take your copy maybe hack a vibe in the system

and i just roll with my windows down, aint no way to map it, let your soul be found
i don't want to go outside, my lies protect truth, maybe that word, maybe that word, maybe that word for you

treat my creations like love for a sister, treat abominations like the lines in agrippa
thats 3 0 5 lines of my time on a whisper, take your copy maybe hack a vibe in the system

its time to move on, trust the world is getting ready
its been too damn long, and theres spite you're not forgetting 
make the meaning for tomorrow, not today and not to sell it
patience is a faithful virtue, play it up or you'll regret it huh

life's got more to give than all this pain if you'll let it
and depression had me resting on a straight path lead to dead ends
not one part of this hear t thats stayed quiet I've always said it
love the good ones well and make the bad ones jealous huh.

Maybe That Word Feat. Silver Sleeves

Written/Recorded/Mastered by Hindley
Produced by seba hara
Video directed by Sara Terry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nEE1fKeSVY

Lyrics
I still remember your subway orders
I still remember those sons and daughters
thinking of how I wanted to own a gun
walking around those blocks, wouldn't it be fun

theres one inside of my friends place
I'll cop the cloth to the bare face
break and creep and crack into his safe
where chrome plated toys, bang
lock and keys came
to keep me or them safe, to my sisters surname i am a disgrace

and I feel so comfortable I don't have to rhyme,
and I know I'm displaced but i'm chill not on time
bpm or beat my head, beats per mine or beats per them
beat the soul out of I've said, just disappoint me again

and I still remember, woh
that I am off kilter, no
and I still remember, woh
that I am off kilter, no

and i still remember where you kept your car keys
and the love notes you wrote mum, and how to adjust the front seat
and a joyride to get high off fumes and then buy sweets
one hand swerving down while the world sleeps
thinking death would be the real treat

thinking of what could of kill me
what wouldn't leave the most blood and the least amount of felt grief.
at least a felt tip felt me, felt the skin that I was searching, 
draw up a better play for the team that came today say they want to hurt me

rolling my bones, rolling a spliff, rolling me home, rolling tin cones,
running from rollings for asking to get some of this or that for a couple of those
bullet hail and reload, blow, pick yourself up and then go, how, can you claim that I copy 
the structures that stop me, pay rent for a house not a home uhh

and I still remember, woh
that I am off kilter, no
and I still remember, woh
that I am off kilter, no

Off Kilter

Produced by sugiwa.
EXCITEMENT! EXCITEMENT! LOVE IS FOUND! BUT AT WHAT COST?

Lyrics
Baby let me sway, on the streets at night, voyeur drunken fights,
or held up in my head all day
Baby let me be, to keep dead dreams alive, let the marrow dry,
bones are left to soak the stain
Baby let me lay, under the showers eyes, songs strike the ceramic sides,
rust and scum spit firing rain
Baby let me bleed, let the enamel grind, tension crowns pushed on my mind, 
eat butterflies and wake in pain

Baby let me die
Let me put the money away
Let me put friendships at bay
Let me ruin all of my days

Let me change all of my ways
Let me feel the sun I'm dead
Let me see the sun at bed
Let me put a son to bed

Baby let me live
Maybe just to die
Baby let me see
What I hope is still alive

Baby let me sway, every things alright, loving snakes will hug me tight,
I'm blue but happy its all okay
Baby let me be, to hold your soul down tight, let the paintings dry,
wine and cheese among the stains
Baby let me lay, under big the green eyes, sing to myself and I,
backs give out there is no shame
Baby let me bleed, for this precious time, golden rings trapped in my mind, 
house butterflies its all the same

Baby let me die, I love you

Baby let me sway
Maybe just to die
Baby let me bleed
I know its not alive

Spotify

SWAY

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered/Artwork - Hindley
Produced - Masked Man @masked-man-peace

Lyrics

couch surfing and uh
love hurting over
one person and im
back burning so im 

couch surfing

back on basics, family faces looking down on me
don't sing amazing, dehydrated, counting calories
lakes and bikes, camps and hikes, odd future fallacy 
its me the creator, no one made ya spend the time on me

spend the time to see me living as i do
sippin wine, hear the vines say that i love you
slap a year on the bottle, maybe fucking maybe cuddle
age our relation, hate the taste you that proof 

ya bitter
from the eyeliner to the glitter
tall glass of time waster and you're bad for my liver
the friction miss blister
heart of ice and i shiver
to think id be lying if i said i don't miss ya

couch surfing and uh
love hurting over
one person and im
back burning so im 
couch surfing

i don't really understand why you coming at me / all the time 
hit me up for the miss or hitting licks i know you/ think im blind
and if the skys fill with thunder, its me you'll stand under to catch / the light
mad at the plan that i had to have you put a tad aside, or the song with your name cuz it rhymed

its true
poetry's nothing without you
if your name doesn't flow i've got another that'll do
take a peek behind the lexicon
speak of lust but now its gone
used my words to build the walls for you to kick me through

couch surfing and uh
love hurting over
one person and im
back burning so im 
couch surfing

Couch Surfing

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by - Hindley
Produced by - 8ROKEBOY @8rokeboy
Artwork Photography - Sara Terry aka Silver Sleeves

Lyrics
want to ask if you're okay but he wouldn't like it
I still pass you on the train but i see you're hiding
find memories of us in strange places
recoiling, I wish we hadn't made them

i know im not important
could you at least say you loved me
that morning i told you i'm feeling distorted again,
nothing here feels the same, you can forget my name
i know im not important

drink moonshine, under moons shine till we go blind
can not believe that we're, smoking for the first time we're the cool guys
ash on my jeans now I'm, sparring and i'm struggling for a last night
you're not in my dreams for the future but you're leaving, put up no fight

i know im not 

maybe i'll gift wrap this car around that lamp post
you only judge my worth when I've payed up the most
ditch sleeping when they find us
dig deeper you know they wont find much 

I know im not important
could you at least say you loved me
that morning i told you i'm feeling distorted
again, nothing here feels the same, you can forget my name
i know im not important

but i got my writing and you've got your drugs
sitting here wishing for ways that it was
spreading the rumors my stomach in knots
miss fleetwood she used them to tie your man up

I guess were alike I refuse to be shifted
my brothers in arms fire hits with no misses 
I'm seeing your needy, unhopeful, unlifted,
what gift could ever give you the gift to be gifted?

i know im not important
could you at least say you loved me
that morning i told you i'm feeling distorted
again, nothing here feels the same, you can forget my name
i know im not important 

i know im not important
could you at least say you loved me
that morning i told you i'm feeling distorted
again, nothing here feels the same, you can forget my name
i know im not important

Not Important

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Hindley
Artwork by Hindley
Produced by 8rokeboy

Lyrics
feel it in my soul feel it in my soul, your under my skin

the creases in my palms were carved to fit your hand
you can count our mistakes like you count grains of sand
man making them dunes playing god and build our land
magnetized like its magic I don't understand

uh picture perfect our nights, playing by house rules
i frame myself in that light, yeah there's no blinding you 
playing games of i spy, in the back of hospital rooms
damn the days till i die, no separating this crew

ay you you're under my skin 

still hating summer, that's not to be no bummer i just hate what the heat brings, its police and stunners
and ten out of tens, you look tense with no friends, if i'm breaking crossed fingers it'll be ten out of ten
snap knuckles on the spine of a poet that you've read, on the book for the dead, Hamunaptra on my breath
hope Kierkegaard find's his satisfaction in rest, im staring at the clock till the sickness unto death

picking the pockets, posse in progress, nothing to stop the moves
ay yah oh oh ay yah
cro magnum in thoughts, and pistols in boxes, go an unlock to shoot
ay yah oh oh ay yah

gave my homie a copy of either or
told her to read between the lines
explain its written from a time that lived before
it was cool to be bored of this life
bored of these lies
behind them blue eyes
couldn't resist if i rest and i fight
caught on these lines
and hooked on these vibes
i choke on the waters kanagawa tries

ay you you're under my skin 

feel it in my soul feel it in my soul, your under my skin

Under My Skin

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Hindley.
Produced by franc. @liamfb

Lyrics
fat asses want an ass so fat, count the sweat stains boi you can't handle all that
count on wrist pain you can have hand on that, clammy fist pays big boys can't haggle back
like a green mage teenage underground on backpacks, building futures for yourself like its flat packed, no hit or quit but i pitch, did you catch that
the ninja turtle line now it's a call back, what you call that, a half ass attempt that raps are drinking from the half glass again, i'm thirsty in fact, pioneer me back to back with leland kirby hope you heard me on my half days track

chillin with the thundereous of cats like that 90's vibe you can fuck with that 

i'll boom bap, back hand smack all dishonest faces on that laugh track, take the sounds you brandish proud, buckle down, big belt on this town, big let on this down, high lease on this ground, pleases for ceases of arms fired for features you need these chantings in crowds, champion is the swagger and i'm swaying around, got me drunk on the cloth to the face as i'm drowned.

water board, consider going over board, sea shanty singing flappy lip flipping whores aboard, not saying women it's unlimited you're all ignored, kiss the sand ashore, el dorado knockin at your door,
knock knock
gold wrapped in glass wrapped in stones of war, lock up they lords, my rare spit takes no miss to settle scores, fill a four like my life was made this and more, bragging bout my brand again but with the fire sword,
bet ya lips are sore, fuck you but peace to the bees see your knees are bored, stuck to the preachers floor, like it took a sip of holy water for you to beg for more, i came to see us drink not spill the pour

chillin with the thundereous of cats like that 90's vibe you can fuck with that

thunda cats

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered/Artwork - Hindley
Produced by @wonderlustbeats

Lyrics
is it still cute,
the that way we bicker and pick at the pieces we choose
is is still true,
the people we're with lacking lust are the ones we should lose
feeling confused,
we built a up home from a hut, trust my gut but the brickwork is loose
biting the loops, do it again, is it still cute?

don't mean to be rude,
the grapevine it sours from whispers i use
you play me and lose,
you dare to write songs of a love we both know was confused
a poet pursuit
a witch-hunt with rights to be mad that i wrap words around our old news, 
my mantra's abused, i'd do it again, don't mean to be rude

ordered a case on the way to the top
a backup of trouble in case i might pop
don't touch much of drink i'll lick just a drop
one of the gods when im drunk i won't stop
ill have all the headaches and bad days you got
to make up the goals and the chances i lost
once i get legs back know I won't stop
im always the other option when its is not oh yeah

pick a partner one who's gonna shoot another on your six ohh yeah
ride or die who rides the line before the that time your'e picked ohh yeah
lost the plot on wins and loss keep swinging them hits that might miss ohh yeah
she hold me down with weighted crowns, break my skull on the rich ohh yeah

i don't have much to say, but i'll say it anyway aha
i don't have much to say, watch me say it anyway

losing my friends, speaking on the current in previous tense, i got new plans, i got no chance of paving a way without paying the man for signing for rights to advance, 
i sat in the stands, push past the crowd so i'm standing on stage with a mic in my hands, lyrics won't land, fly out my mouth like a fruit bat thats finding the low ones that hang, get tangled in cables a choke hold so fatal, last breath i am able to beg to the fans, stans retreat to crowd surf the sea of kids running at me, from their seats in the stands
cycles continues so ride it out man, or lace up and jump generational gaps
thought i could grab it it's moving too fast, keeping my chin up or else i won't last

no caps this life is the trip
honey and milk is the nectar to drip
pour gold down your throat fill the quota or sink
decadent addiction it lives on the lips

honesty policy speaking too quick
honestly growing so tired of this
tried so quiet two times to quit
and i dont mean rapping and rhyming this shit
 
two fingers on his wrist, pulse checking but dip, in the parted red seas he cut clean with a slit.
Oh Moses he owes us for another lost kid, you're reading my lips then you drown in my spit,
you titanic bitch, a loser who’ll sink,
star boys starboard is split, i judge so quick 
Iceberg or life's iced dick you stay getting fucked up by the tip
but thats just it,

i don't have much to say, but i'll say it anyway aha 
i didn't have much to say, but i said it anyway

and i don't have more bars for this
but i can show you my scars from this
if you respect me ill go far from this
all im seeing are the stars in this

Much To Say

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered - Hindley
Produced - @masked-man-peace
Artwork - Hindley (two images taken in Tokyo)
Samples recorded on the base of Mt. Kintoki, Hakone, Japan.

Lyrics
only got four friends don't know where they at
50/50 chance they can't stand my act
write another line but don't call you back
love them too tight so im cutting slack

another breakup done i'll take a break from that
struggle to keep my blood vessels still in tact
set us up to play like it's back to back
bad times when you bring up them funny facts

just a another honest monster in his habitat
always got cold feet man whats up with that
burning time and tinder to heat my flat
and talk a mad game just to pillow chat

you can run from your demons while i distract
confess all your feelings watch me retract
eating with the heathens and getting fat
fine dine on pick up lines from the copy cat

scratching at my stabbed back,
matter fact
i don't feel like myself until 
im not eeling myself on my own tracks
a thousand plays on three minutes you wont get back
you can email me complaints get to brass tacks

how bout a brass knuckle dances the swing tap
getting jazzy taking five on a soft lat
tenderized, hunted prize and it's forked at
street meat for the boys on the foldback

meet me for the dinners at the shareshack
hearing claims an old me should of comeback
would of cooked a thousand meals for another crack
on my heels for fluffy eels and and fat rat

no rest and im tired of this format
only sleep i can get is in my eyelash
no time for suicide im on the warpath
my soul soul survives from the love raps

end

Go Back There

Written/Recorded/Produced/Mixed/Mastered/Artwork by Hindley 

Lyrics
watching our old videos
finding where we started us
you don't feel like you know me
then again who even does

i don't wanna mind you
but you've got an open heart that ill climb through
if you ever go on with the threats on that note its gonna be me who will find you
and i dont wanna lie to, bleeding and cry crew
there's things about you i wish that i'd knew
if you ask how i'm broken i'll answer with a joke and deny the fact that i'd die too

get another knife man, get the blade stuck, i wish you all the safety in the world and good luck, 
people saw the wealth of your soul and just looked, i wish i could give you back all that they took

i don't what know to do,
wasn't born a brother, you aren't my sister we'll never be lovers
whatever auras or forces above us, says we should keep playing peace for eachother

spitting words to let you float
telling lies, gaining trust
be the sun that let's me keep growing
gave it all but moving on

tell me what you know about them hospital views
tell a man why you're writing them tunes
recommend me a better 10pm tea when you don't know what'll be from a surgery room

tell me when the knot in the gut goes away, or the lump in the throat that's blocking airways
can you say at what point it is worth to be saved, changing out friendships i'm acting unphased 

i cant cry no more
you sponsored my fears
hating the why that my love can appear
brushing it off and im painting for peers
don't care who else hears, the canvas is clear
washing the nylon in jars of her tears
with colors of blood and late night bad ideas
star shopping for light that we shine on past years
ill love you forever im ever sincere

Florence

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered - Hindley
Produced by KENNY BUREAUX @kennybureaux
Artwork photographed by Danica Francis www.instagram.com/danicaffs

Lyrics
i aint got long to live
put peace in the keys till the sun comes in
uh no im not confident
but please would you see that im starting things
uh uh

i got the songs to sing
put mantras to minds i sunk in skin
uh uh
no im not confident
but please would you see that im starting things
uh uh

pull up on the race hate faces 
facing a case watch you waste half days and uhh
napisan blood off laces, heart on my shoes, leave sleeves for defacing uhh
florence grows safely, my flower boy baby, he shares light when the times get shady
at least for the lately, can't find two fucks to give to men who hate me

no it don't phase me, 
it feels earned, trains on flames with the tracks i burnt,
transperth seats force faced me east, 
where sunsets sleep is not my turf, its not my earth, 
no words for wack where i leave my boots and i hang my shirt,
offer health for a touch of skirt
when I hate myself but live for her

red lips wine white, virgil when off white, barely inside and she soaked up the limelight,
the vodka and lime sprite, club nypmh flys high, fairy tales girls pull pony tails in night fights,
the black eyes plead on their knees when they lose sight, such is life and they feud in a food fight,
uk slang and the music has fused minds, mans never been in tune when I shoot skies 

I don’t need your worth
I grow on my own
I don't really need your guidance
Man I got this let me find this

i aint got long to live
put peace in the keys till the sun comes in
uh no im not confident
but please would you see that im starting things
uh uh

i got the songs to sing
put mantras to minds i sunk in skin
uh uh
no im not confident
but please would you see that im starting things
uh uh

I don’t wanna sound clueless 
spits for the boys in the six who could use this 
sit on your phone scroll feeds and you’re useless 
sit fixed to blow and achieve but you blew it
stupid.

miss full moons at the Luna, 
sweet girl pretty blues etched on computers, 
mango wine and fine dine on the rumors, 
clean my sprite not a fan of the future 

fuck heat but i go where the sun be
not sure if the warmth really wants me
gut thoughts if anyone loves me
but i got a beat and punch for the company

lease another beat its the least i can do
gemini double faced better make that two
better suck my teeth better knuck my bruise
white boy waste life in the zoo

i don't wanna face it
the bigger the streams don't mean you say shit
big ups to me, my brothers and teams 
for seeing the scene and not being complaisant 

finding their peace not messing with fakes and
following dreams and their hearts where it takes them
virtuous souls with point and a payslip
all that i'm needing is pasta and patience face it

Now I lose money, music money 
Thiago silver cents shrapnel coming 
only want change and you pay me nothing
no sight to idles but you'll find me scummy

slap a face on the table like the pen of don dada 
i moved to a place not displaced by my father
for the suits in the back im not like any other
for the sweets in the front no lie guys i love ya

I don’t need your worth
I grow on my own
I don't really need your guidance
Man I got this let me find this

i aint got long to live
put peace in the keys till the sun comes in
uh no im not confident
but please would you see that im starting things
uh uh

Not Confident

Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered/Artwork by Hindley
Produced by tidecruz @tidecruz

Lyrics
soliloquy flow, arrows and bows, taking a shot and i'm taking it low, 
felons and foes, sell em their souls, sell water to flames in the snow, 
my heart it folds, origami baby mami, take a test and the gold, 
taking your time is old, snorting a line is old, rapping a rhyme is old, 

where did the driver go, when did my vibrance dull, 
where do we go from having a dream and a path to a book on a shelf, 
memory stamped in the felt, leather bound champions belt, 
held it above my head at the bout, tooth skin for clout, 
fingernails filled with streets and the foul, getting drunk with the owls, liquor cabinet in mouths, 

esophagus suck and gut flora fucked, 
stumbling in drunk, dad's seen enough, 
puking and polishing floors with the skull, 
remember that i would cut, then cover it up, try give it up,
now bruising my cages on minimum wages i claim without shame that i'm living with love.
a liar and slug, sliding in slums, don’t fit in the glove, oj son,
I’m like okay we stay inside making b sides crying for fun, 
trying is dumb, spit shine dries on her gums, sleep in despite the sun, 
she should buy a gun, shoot it nine times and run, fuck for fun, 

fuck it up for what, maybe time forgot, maybe i got caught, 
looking at lady like faces in letters and space's when she could watch, 
lips and thighs the lot , wandering eye's and thoughts, inbox bleed's with shots, 
down to my knees to beg her and plead by secretly pleased if she walked,  
im built poor and strong, know we don't belong, scummy swim in ponds, 
tadpole's in my brain tell me that we should write this song, 
hop along, confess that I belong, on pages i'm typing on, 
disgrace lay's in a coded grave where i bury the shame of being wrong.

Tadpole

Written/Recorded - Hindley & SB The Moor.
Mixed/Mastered - Hindley.
Produced by slowpoke.phil. @slowpokephil
Artwork painted by Hindley.

For da sunkids and wordsmiths and art rappers.

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