'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

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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

sailing GM

1-800-FUCKOFF (feat. underscores & umru)

'What A Girl Gotta Do'
SoundCloud only.

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I’m not stupid, I’m not clueless
I just like to turn a blind eye
You’re chattin’ it up, shootin’ the shit
Like I can’t see you in my headlights, baby

Tell me what a girl gotta do, what a girl gotta do
What a girl gotta do to make you come my way
Tell me what a girl gotta do, what a girl gotta do
What a girl gotta do, I’ll make you come my way

Feeling me, feeling U, oh no
Feeling me feeling you too

I’m not stupid, I always knew it
I can read your body language
I look in your eyes, you’re trying to lie again
Hoping time will mend all that is broken, baby

Tell me what a girl gotta do, what a girl gotta do
What a girl gotta do to make you come my way
Tell me what a girl gotta do, what a girl gotta do
What a girl gotta do, I’ll make you come my way

Feeling me, feeling U, oh no
Feeling me feeling you too

Come my way
Come my way

You’re killin’ me (Come my way)
You’re killin’ me (Come my way)

Feeling me, feeling U, oh no
Feeling me feeling you

—
Written and recorded in Brooklyn NY and Chicago IL.

What A Girl Gotta Do

'Do It'
Written and produced by underscores
Mixed and mastered by underscores

Cover by Ochiai Shohei

—
I O U！ 

What are your prospects？ 
Do you make your own cash？ 
Do you like rough sex？ 
What kinda car you drive？ 

If I left for three months
And I turned my phone off
Would you wait here for me？
Sign on the dotted line

If you want it
Better know that this ain’t gonna be the real thing
No, I don’t fall in love

Yeah, it’s a warning
No, I’ve always had to handle things my own way
Yeah, and that’s not excluding us, ‘cuz listen . . .

If you don’t know me, and I don’t know you
Then this might be something we should do
It’s all on the line for me, you could ruin everything
Or you could make me somebody new . . . U！ 

I just can’t do it, do it, d-do it, do it
Do it, d-do it, do it, do it, d-do it, do it
(I know better than that)

I just can’t do it, do it, d-do it, do it
Do it, d-do it, do it, do it, d-do it, do it
(I know better than that)

What is my net worth？ 
How does my song go？ 
Am I in your playlist？ 
Do you have Spotify？ 

Are you gonna tell all？
All the things I’ve done wrong？ 
And what I like in bed？ 
How I’m not there all the time？ 

Don’t you get it？
People get my lyrics tattooed on their bodies
It’s all under control

‘Less you fuck with it
I’m tryna run a business here, come on, babe
Mm, don’t take it personal, ‘cuz listen . . .

If you don’t know me, and I don’t know you
Then this might be something we should do
It’s all on the line for me, you could ruin everything
Or you could make me somebody new . . . U！ 

I just can’t do it, do it, d-do it, do it
Do it, d-do it, do it, do it, d-do it, do it
(I know better than that)

I just can’t do it, do it, d-do it, do it
Do it, d-do it, do it, do it, d-do it, do it
(I know better than that)

I know better than that . . .

(I just can’t do it) Oh, I just can’t do it
I’m married to the music — the music, baby！ 

(I just can’t do it) Oh, no, no, I just can’t do it
If no one cares, then prove it — then prove it, babe！ 

I just can’t do it, do it, d-do it, do it
Do it, d-do it, do it, do it, d-do it, do it
(I know better than that)

I just can’t do it, do it, d-do it, do it
Do it, d-do it, do it, do it, d-do it, do it
(Ow！) 

If you don’t know me, and I don’t know you
Then this might be something we should do
It’s all on the line for me, you could ruin everything
Or you could make me somebody new . . . U！ 

I just can’t do it, do it, d-do it, do it
Do it, d-do it, do it, do it, d-do it, do it
(I know better than that)

I just can’t do it, do it, d-do it, do it
Do it, d-do it, do it, do it, d-do it, do it
(I know better than that)

. . .
––
Written and recorded in Chicago IL, New York NY, Los Angeles CA and Tokyo JP.

Do It

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Lead single from the upcoming “music to die to v1” instrumental mixtape.

sailing GM

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