When Bulma Lives

this is for everyone, from the people who rarely ever mentioned me in casual conversation to the people who were rushing their best friends to my page.

thank you all.

you mean the world to me.

:)

family (prod. purpan)

art: http://poolish99.tumblr.com/post/122255180781
my vocals

LYRICS:

we don't have to talk nothing out
we can just go shopping now
do whatever you want to
go out maybe get pizza yeh
maybe go & get sushi
meet me @ mt. fuji
we can just stop talking
we're happier when we're eating

she's a cute girl  
she's a cute girl yeh
she's a cute girl when she's eating

tweet me !

a girl who is cute while eating

@wushm

a notification tone
echoed around the empty walls
and a smile met my face
because i knew it was you
<3

notifications (prod. wūsh)

sincerely (prod. cade swet)

sincerely (prod. cade sweτ)

@yungestbae <-- everybody check out the homie right this second!

thanks to bennie (http://www.instagram.com/cozylile -- hit him up to buy artwork stuff) for the art!

holding yr hand (prod. yung bae)

edit: jesus thank you all for the support 

prod. by @yungameba
mixed by @tevinwmusic

I just got the iPhone 7
I put siri on disable
cause I’ve watched the movie “her”
and that shit scares me so I’m careful

me and her got chemistry right out the box
and I ain’t talking about the periodic table
her voice is like a chariot of angels
I fell in love so fast that maybe apple should consider pasting warning symbols clearly on the label
me and siri keep it modern
siri doesn’t cook or clean
instead she books all my appointments
and she looks through my routine

me and siri’ve got an intimate connection
that is, at least, when siri’s got an internet connection
my friends are all convinced it’s voice detection 
but I’m poised to mention, I see sentience and hints of recollection
and on top of that, my friends all give me shit but they don’t share the vision
all I gotta say’s “hey siri” and she’s always there to listen Hey
and she’s never mad that I’m neglecting, never has a headache,
and If somehow I want things different I can always change her settings

I really like her, I’m not sure if we’re official though
If she could be Terentia, I could venture to be Cicero
I sort of wish the sacred fruit were not an apple but a thistleful of mistletoe
it’s superficial but I wish that she was were made of flesh-and-bone
or partially of skin cells
I wouldn’t even care that she’s got artificial intel
if Siri had a body, we could FaceTime during sex
and then I bet it’d be way easier to ace the turing test
and if you can’t tell, 
I don’t want a handheld,
I just want my hand held, 
sometimes I venture out a wild guess
that if she can’t be human ever, 
I’ll invest in biotech 
and run myself on iOS

and then us two could be together
we could live as plural in the singularity,
I hope by then, my singlehood would be a thing of rarity, 
but if it’s just not written in the code for us to coexist,
then maybe I could cope by contemplating that you don’t exist,
that you consist not of two eyes, a nose but ones and 0’s and bits,
that I’m in love with cold machinery, a program on a disc
and even if you were incarnate, Siri, really I surmise
it’d be hard to date you cause you’ve been with millions of guys
and I’d just feel like I was inexperienced and Siri, yes,
I’ve considered that you’d win in games of trivia or chess
that we would play and that would just get real annoying in the end,
it’s not you, it’s me, I think that maybe we should just be friends
and maybe in a couple years me and you could try again

@flayvors

happy valentine's day :)

art by bennie (http://www.instagram.com/cozylile)

this is a thank you for everything
a semi-colon hovering where something once was menacing
a "soon-to-be continued" that exists after the ending screen
the only song i know that i would ever even wish to sing
when the heat is blistering, you're the ice that's glistening
inside my cup of tea, which is also you... interesting
throughout all the seasons, in this transition of winter-spring
you've been here beside me with the sweet nothings you're whispering
you're a lovable, angelic piece of perfect
and anything i do for you is worth it
times a million and a half, we can sit and be resilient and laugh
in between the subtle compliments and billlions of half-
kiss/half-hug/half-cuddle moments we share
i know it's unfair that we could only spend a few days here
but i'm yours, and i think that it's clear
so forget about goodbye, this is "see you soon, my dear"

'cause i love you and i'd like to spend forever
in the sublte warmth inside your arms, like fireplaces' embers
i will try my best to keep you by my side until the weather
turns apocalyptic, and we end up drifting to the nether
but we'd still be wearing sweaters when we got there
'cause we're both too caught up in cuteness to care 'bout hot air
and even if it burnt me alive, i'd have my crosshairs
set up on your heart, making art, 'cause why stop there?
i'll keep on creating for you until my final days
dancing in the living room and smooching while the vinyl plays
i've been losing track of the romantic shit i'm tryna say
but basically i love you and that's kinda gay...
i'ma stay by your side when i can
keep your grip on my hand
'cause we can both hear the compliments coming in from these pals of mine
i've been wondering if you would be my valentine

valentine (prod. flavors)

download <3

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









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but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

Prod by @55199 and mixed by @halberd-3000 CA by @chrosky
As promised, here's a track for 1400 followers. I'm actually working on two projects right now but that won't slow releases at all, when this hits 200 likes(if it does) I'll drop another one, it's also a release for my gf, it's our 2 month anniversary 
Lyrics for who wants them -
Said there's beauty in the tears you spill
Every single heartbreak a piece of art
And whether it's a statuette of what we had
The mass effect of what we lost
From ever single end there is a start
So while we falling down these loopy loops
I hope you know I'll look to you
I never planned to take a loss oh so hard
I hope you know that what we did was something I just can't forget
Cause every little kiss between us two left a mark
Cause yeah it took me awhile, I got a look at your smile
I took a look to my left, and while I'm juvenile
I know you took all my breathe, never gave me a rest
Another look in my direction had my heart out my chest
Yes, I know I had the moves when you chased me
And I took my shot for fear of being lazy
I had to ask you out before you made me
You could be beyonce and my ugly self is Jay Z
But don't complain I know I'm lamer than ya ex attempts
But even so I know I'm better than the two or 3 regrets
You changed and left for present Ben
And we can tell the story to our next of kin
Wait
You're just a song that I write again

You really make me wanna move
I see your smile and picture us two
Took me awhile to see what you do
But when I close my eyes all I see is just you

Just You (prod. Frith)

Big thanks to @halberd-3000 for mixing 7 tracks in 2 hours for this tape
Thanks also to @chrosky for this N O I C E art
Thanks to allll the producers who have a credit on this tape and BIG THANKS to @geo_1022 for producing two tracks a day before release
Producer credits
@byrook1e
@55199
@oofoe
@musicbymochi
@hakaisu

Download here!

Do I? (prod. Rook1e)

Carpet Ride (prod. Rook1e)

3rd Period (prod. Mochi)

prod. @jhfly
art by rach, @passive155 on twitter

i miss the olden days
back when we would drive my civic off into the sunset, windshield glowing with a golden haze
i miss the simpler times
when you could pick me up at 4 am and hit the road and we would improvise 
with nothing in the GPS, back when we were free to roam
and brought a pillow with us so that anywhere could be our home
not the most romantic, but we planned out all our future dates
and snuck in every morning to cop breakfast at a super eight 
I’d waltz in past the front desk, then open the cafe door
you’d slink in and we’d have a banquet that we’d never pay for
two goody-two-shoes breaking all the rules, little rebels, we were perps
tryna hide our smirks while slipping fruity pebbles in your purse
and as we dipped out of the exit you would grin as if you’d robbed a bank
hop into our getaway and gun it on an empty tank
pull into an vacant station where our car’s the only one


there’s something meditative about the smell of fresh petroleum  



but things have changed since,

 cars are losing their appeal
it’s been decades since I’ve even gripped a steering wheel
elon built a hyperloop so no one drives drive a coupe no more,
people take their transit-pods through traffic on their private routes
china’s got a maglev train but I would never get aboard
in russia I heard they could program people so they teleport
point A to B, always know exactly where you’re headed for
remember when a road trip meant a sojourn, not a metaphor
remember rolling windows down with levers on the metal doors
and reaching back behind your seat to find that bag of kettle corn
one foot on the floorboard, then put on the gas
yearning for that rearview mirror, i’ve got one foot in the past

rearview

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Art by @chrosky prod. by @geo_1022 mixed by @halberd-3000
This is one of many new songs produced by Garrett

Automatic (prod. Garrett)

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produced, recorded mixed and mastered by https://soundcloud.com/delipres

rainy days in bed with you

Wrote this for Obama I hope he listens...

prod. @byrook1e

In Love

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In Love(prod. Rook1e)

petals (w/ love-sadkid)

produced by @jhfly

lyrics:

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile
(x2)

i guess...

i've got a letters that i've written
a few of them i'm tempted to incinerate
they tend to pile up around my desk
at the frequency of sadness and dinner plates
it's easy to get lost inside of memories
it's harder to pretend that isn't bothersome
you told me 'bout your favorite kinds of flowers
so i went to the market and i got you some

i didn't even break down when i left my house
i didn't even get anxious when i went out
you know the words never sound quite right when they leave my mouth
but, darling, just finish your tea, and we'll go lay down
we can go lay down

i often sit and wonder how your hand would feel
if we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile
keep a lot of little secrets that i can't reveal
until we're high at 3 am just sharing chamomile

When Bulma Lives

jercou