Recent Sad Leftovers, B sides, Extras. All fiction always. Released December 17, 2024

The Cold Melodic

E D E N (prod. by kureit13)

B L E S S E D

Lyrics:
For Kyleigh

Hope we dont age too fast
Hope you dont stay too long
If u ain’t where the place Im at

No one saying they pray too much
But shit im still thankful for
Ones that been came to pass

Baby you
Baby you
Baby you

You were there for me when I needed nothing more

Baby you

Feel your love even when my mind at war

Picked me up out that piss when I performed

When the liquor got me dancing half naked cross the floor

Baby you

Showed me love that I’d never seen before

Got you roses, truthfully someone’d given them to me, ain’t no one closer
Hoped maybe it could bring us even closer

Baby you

Even when you are in pain you’re an angel
Ain’t a soul I met that I’d exchange for you
Life ain’t been much a game to us
Feel like we get played too much
All the same names and stuff
You could never drive me crazy
Picking out names of imaginary babies
honey river in the Dandelions where the cherries sparkle in the willow brooke cloud forest
Threw clovers in the Moon’s ocean, dropping pebbles in it
Got these ink pens,
I ain’t exceptional at it,
Still u put up with these habits

I pray u always hold me tightly
The joy to sleep right by your side
I can’t help but think that you’re the best of us

Make me forget about the rest of em

My girl you’re precious
I love your presence
Heart Im guarding it
I know your heaven’s daughter
I’m not your father
The end is calling us
From so so far away
Im ever stalling it
Feel my scars
Baby you’re my garden
I see you frolicking
The light u are
Show me heights I could have never thought of
My winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn
I hear your words
And I see a greater person in me
The way it burned,
Fades away, emotions breathe
Seek to discern
Hope it never hurts when im stern with you

You help me wash this dirt and it occured to me
No one else could earn what u birthed in me

Dear Kyleigh [iphone demo] (prod. 999ines)

New Techno from Aidan Rolfe on Southern Exposure Music

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This Is Not a Love Song [Southern Exposure Music]

Blood Make The Grass Grow (sample track)

You saved me once
There’s a hole in the womb i saw
Ain’t ashamed of where you are
Felt the pain in the way you cried
Keep the names as a last goodbye
There’s a stain I leave my mark
The more i wait the more i love
 The more i wait the more i love




We could live right here
We could live right here

live right here ft. BrB (prod. justben)

Paralyzed 
you said you’re scared to die
You’re terrified
Imagine paradise
A million dreams alive
All the things you like
Greeted friendly eyes
Feel the sins of a sickened mind
But appears the light
It seems you had needed sight
We could leave at night,
Find the moon in december skies
I remember why’s
He never told me right
When he was picking sides
Left me out there to dry
And if hed been inside
Id have sat upon the edge and write
Ain’t a sense to fight
Already lost when it began what spite
When the ends in flight

We could live or die
We could live or die

Whatchu know the king survived

Friends get dinner on a thursday
Things get better in the worst ways

Things that i ain’t even imagined yet
But something deep within
Had memories


Can’t negatate the way that you feel but you hear me
Buckled like the weight of the shelf on the ceiling
Chucking a grenade up a hill hit the building
Falling right back down on myself
That surreal thing
Ain’t worrying bout my next meal
Chirping bird dreams
Earth is Oceans

grenade (Prod. floorish)

Tryna find something to say that u ain’t heard yet
All of my life get arranged, this whole other person
It never be hitting the same Read me the verses
Gimme the nerd gimme the girlfriend
Guy Got a lotta the nerve,
Just not when he see me in person
17 round in a mag
Only take one to connect
Bullseye right under the breast
Girl got the pepper spray
Babe it will keep you safe
You gotta see to spray
Throw her the key to the wraith
You ain’t gotta think to pray
I more than just squeeze to flay
Murdered right before easter came



I been so scared
Hoping nobody else gonna make no mistakes
What if im the one slip
All of my life just a series of trips
Hopes in they mind i ain’t watching my step
Look to your left, most what had mattered was right in your chest
Bro ain’t do shit,
Fed you the dreams when we were just kids
Richest ain’t fuck bout no money
They scuff em along on a journey
Fed em the meals when they hurting
Wasn’t in ever no hurry
Kittens appear to him purring,

We sealed the king up the gurney
Right right in front of the mary
Who picked em up when they carried?
Lay in a tomb
Left him with ver little room
I guess dude could have gone to the moon
What really ever meant soon?
Talk about elephant
Oh cherry tan the vanilla man
He never hurt the kid,
Not since he been a kid
Picked on the bigger kids
Ehbody nemesis
Don’t leave no witnesses
Delicate citizen
All of them fibbages

Man it been 2k16 since the lord was round 15
Id say mary knows he made history
When the underworld made a flip scene
Little lost souls found a big thing
Could a moth told about a bug trap?
Girl ain’t fall in love with my ballsack

She know what i mean,
She say that its mean,
Gotta see bigger than beans
You stare at a screen
Pair wit da feinds
Guy do not care what u think
I got more air in the tank
Load up the snare and the bass
Tell me the terrible things
The unbearable things
The imagined hysterical things
Your declarable things,


Arms wide, double entendre, that’s cause shaq talking

In the bag toxins
When i lack conscience
Had Iraq conquered
In the background,
Id say it lacks honor,
What they did in beth lah him
He ain’t grow up to be bin laden
Just because he’s arabic doesn’t mean he’s Iraqi
Something like another son of abraham

Lay in a tomb
Lay in a tomb

Please resurrect me with moves
Soon as im dead what you do?
Just rub all my ash on her boobs
Ain’t gotta tax the perfume
Scent come from sweat and the spoon
I spilled on me some of the soup
I ain’t wearing no tux this a suit
Yes i could actually shoot
Where do you stash your recluse
Please do not let that bitch use

Turn the stall to the trap we were traveling
Backstreets had him until the gavel went
Hardhead hunting, where the saddle went
Never bet a bar knew how big the bag would get
He just sat with it a little ass and tits
I know we haven’t lived
Everything that we are supposed to live
But still, I didn’t know it then

The emotionless little dumb ass kid

I know that God gave me all of this. That’s why I’m blessed.
Nights we spent to build what came to this we never slept
Visions holding on that lead to death
Weakness in me seeking to eject
Anger in me seeping to object
Deeper pain than maybe one would guess
Enemies alone would want subject

I got wraps and attraction. I got sacks in the sack.
I got tracks really scraps
It all got me
Out of whack
I turned some rags to a sash
Now they grabbing for my neck
And there ain’t never been a check
But nobody cared to check
Nothing left but the steps
I ain’t crest when I leapt

Ice is fresh when i land
Saying that they love you while they crush us into sand

Ventilation trepidations

It’s your body in it
Hot tamale with it
I got your Garden with me
Meet me in an alley with it
Got u counting digits,
Got u sounding silly
I got abandonment issues
Bring the camera with u,

Reh D? (Prod. julesmxaria)

Living on emotion
Your lips stained my mind
Soaring over fields of berries
All along they carry what we won’t find


Hidden under sheets of gold, carbon rotted to the core

How u always wanted more

Hell upon the lost

Hear me roaring far from modest from a coast

Hear me fall and on it goes, road is long, I hadn’t known

Hear me soar

berries / soar (Prod. gxm)

snow clouds (prod. lucisphere)

Lay out the constellations

Away a change away a change away away

She live around there, she live around there
She lives around


I know that you remember
We were eyeing each other
You ain’t even say the name
Id been sleeping out the rain
Ain’t an issue but u made one

Fake blond
Fake blond
Fake blond


Now you running round my imagination
And i know the sound of a conversation
Its our child, our smiles, our while
Long car ride down here

fake blond (Prod. ericgodlow)

superman woulda been better off without Lois lane yeah yuh yuh 

HOEis lane

jitsmaacc21 - matt

Melathono - Oh

Pronounced, “Keen Eye”
IG: keeg.knight SC: KeeganAyres
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Vault of Expressions

The presented works are all products of imagination. Aside from the existence of Christ, my words are fictional and symbolic to characters that do not exist as individuals. Anything resembling real events is metaphorical or coincidental to the liking of my present state, many times fears. I desire to write more of joyous things, but much of my fascination with sound comes from sorrow.

Any producer whose beat was used uncredited message me for title adjustment. Some old memos are unorganized. I apologize.

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