Selected excerpts from the score for season one of Disney's Gravity falls.  All music composed and produced by Brad Breeck.

GF E120 Dreamscapers END THEME MOODY MAGICAL

Gravity Falls E107 (Tourist Trapped) Intro Montage

Gravity Falls E104 (The Inconveniencing) GroceryHaunt

GF E104 Mabel Smile Dip Trip DANCE RAVE

I get bored too easily,
There goes my baby, with the bath water
And last night's beer, that made me seem sincere
Though I don't have much to offer

Because I put all my eggs in the blue milk crate
Basket on the back of my bike,
And I get drunk to be brave enough
To get you to stay the night

I get too scared to ever slow down
I get too high to ever get the lowdown

I get scared too easily,
There goes your baby, out the back door
I left cement in your head, intent in your bed,
Your dignity dead and my skirt on your floor

But the truth is that I'm gonna just head home,
I'm gonna get real sad, I'm gonna get real stoned
Gonna regret it, forget it, resent it,
And leave it alone

But honey, why ya bumming me out
I just wanted to make out on your couch
Honey, what ya talkin about
I just wanna get it on on your couch

I Just Wanted To Make Out On Your Couch

junk

The version that god (Jess) intended. FUCK YEAH!! Me and Endless Jess rapped over this kickass MZShaidu beat!! Expect a mixtape some time!! Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Digibro]
I chase release, sixteen bottles deep
in some weak shit, my peak shit dried out
always night out when I look
I'm still too lazy to cook
Nowhere else open at night
So I stay after that light
Wawa subs, takin that bite
cigarettes gettin' that light
ate again, drivin there twice
I don't like none of they food
fuck am I s'posed'ta do?
no one else awake here so I stay jackin' my dude
gettin' in fights online
wastin' my fucking time
tryin ta fuck with this wine but now my tolerance is too high
rhymes becoming off-time
wrapping thoughts up in tight little rice balls to eat up and spit out
at people who pass by my house on the sidewalk
you balk at my face, mother fucker, I'm carving your eyes out
you don't know who you're dealing with, I'm a man with his mind out of
control -- don't know what I'm prone to do at this hour
my skin has gone sour and bruised,
I'm rotten through

[Verse 2: Endless Jess]
come to on the floor
in a pile of trash and piss shit stained drawers
I'm a hot mess hoarder, the lord of disorder
calorie absorber, performer, a camcorder
and I’m bored, another symptom to record
in the pit, the only hole i fit anymore
until i stick more whores 
with my thick pork sword
i got ticks on my dick getting sick and engorged
i used to dream of how i’d be when i was grown
picture me with a 6 pack, not the kind that foams
now i live alone, never shower, i live in squalor
blocking out the sun so i never know the day or hour
and my teeth all yellow, gums receding, 
gingivitis, cut myself eating now I’m bleeding
while i’m beating up the mic
and i’ll take another bite
of the burger that i dropped in the trash last night

[Verse 3: Digibro]
Fast food on my mothafuckin' breath
Wine spilled on my mothafuckin' chest
I'm drunker than my rhymes are good
my wordplay's bored, I torn between asinine and scorned
I'm fine from four till dawn
But wronged from six PM to one
I'm no fun and no body cares what I've become
Or how I've run so far from the sun
- my body is fucking falling apart
- fat and gross and weird and fucked up
My beard looks like a rapist
My shape is amorphous
- I don't know what I enjoy
There must be, please, I hope, a point to all this
Somewhere along the line when looking at the time
Stopped meaning anything my mental state became in constant flux
I've got six thousand bucks and don't know what I want to own
I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown

ROTTEN (ft. Endless Jess) [Prod. MZShaidu]

Another rap over a sick MZShaidu beat. Expect an album some time soonish.

Lyrics:
I would love to save the world, but I know everything dies
We know the cycle never ends, but we continue to try
If I miss the singularity within my life, I'm fucked
Gettin' cucked by the universe
What if I pull a Sing About Me and get shot by the end of the verse?
The real curse is not knowing
Yet feeling the need for a goal towards which to continue growing
and never slowing even when it hurts
I'm reimbursed for my effort with a fat coin purse
but the years I've burned past I can't reverse
all the hoops I've jumped through to avoid the hearse
make the thought that I'm wasting my time so much worse
and what's worse than that?
knowing that I'm dying even as I rap
I get immersed to avoid the facts
mortality: I just can't admit to that
cause what's worse than that?
knowing that I'm dying even as I rap
I get immersed to avoid the facts
mortality: I just can't admit to that
cause what could be worse than that?


the final boss of our lives is death itself
fighting temporary threats only barely helps
if we can't pull the ghost from the shell, we won't survive
and we've only got so much time
I put my lime in my coconut so I can chill
pretending this ain't real, just so I can deal
if the world ends with me, then at least I made it
I'll watch the sky burn from the backyard, faded

For Davoo (1)

INTEGRALEX