I saw twenty seven bodies when at Grand Lake
They were dropped
Unless getting shot
I felt panic for the plot
I went to the spot
They did not ask me for ID
There was not a single cop
Even near the liquor shop
Pop pop! close the door on me and get your fingers caught
Knock knock! In control like a top stock stopcock
Hot like a wok and you're following me
Like a shepherd with his flock
But I'm like a master lock

Can't copy! They're playing with their money all sloppy
Like monopoly. Nobody can stop me
I'm paparazzi the way I flash, snap no floppy
I could buy old school Atari

Running out of energy. No triple-A
I feel myself slip away
Shot in the dark. Made it ricochet
I can't scrub away my past
I'll probably end up double-A
And fail tryna run away with a priming double date

Uh, give all of my orders like a mandate
Stoop myself so I can think
Now I can't stand straight
We can't talk
We don't think the same and I can't translate
I don't think it can wait
I got manmade struggles handmade
Things you cannot patch up with a band-aid
Things that you cannot patch up with fanmail and grants paid
Demands made that without a plan I can't change
Damn straight

And I talk like I'm in La Folie
And I take the recognition like R.O.C
Do things myself to keep my R.O.E high
Know my trajectory like stars know the sky

But I don't know anything else about myself
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if I'll end up on the shelf

CAN'T COPY

Butterfly

Watch My Mouth

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Lyrics:
Ooh, driving down the Pacific Highway with some look in my eye
Ooh, who knew looks could kill me from the passenger side? (ha, ha, ha)
Ooh, they say good things come to those who wait in style
But ooh, something 'bout the weather makes me want
Something right now

Ha, ha
We could do whatever you wanna do
Ha, ha
Oh we could do 
Whatever you wanna- You wanna do

If I find a star, I'll name it after you
Had a lot in my heart that I had to move
Had a lot in my heart that I had to kill
Here's a flower, an herb, here's a daffodil
Sunset's coming up
I'm looking the wrong way
There will be stars in a bit
Do you think you could stay?

It's a fine night, isn't it?
Time is finite, isn't it?
At least our time is
Still got enough to get your ten digits in!
Don't get bored with me. There's a board walk
Don't get bored of me. Give me more talk
I'm not checking time. I'm on your clock
Check the shore dock

Ha, ha
We could do whatever you wanna do
Ha, ha
Oh we could do 
Whatever you wanna- You wanna do
Ha, ha
We could do whatever you wanna do
Ha, ha
Oh we could do 
Whatever you wanna- You wanna do

No matter where I go, it's always you
(It's a fine night isn't it?)
(Time is finite, isn't it?)
(It's a fine night isn't it?)
(Time is finite isn't it?)
(It's a fine night isn't it?)
(Time is finite, isn't it?)
(It's a fine night isn't it?)
(Time is finite isn't it?)

Whatever You Wanna Do

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Whatever You Wanna Do (Prod. Roku)

Doggies

Somehow I'm Not Surprised

Paper Airplane

lyrics and vocals by shteppi
production by peril
additional production by shteppi

(verse 1:)
no matter what i do
i can’t keep my mind off you
i wonder, if she knew,
if she’d end up sayin “ew”
cuz i don’t know if you feel all this chemistry 
that both of us exude
i just don’t wanna turn into ur enemy 
if i tell you the truth

(chorus:)
i don’t want this to change 
but i want it to improve
lets walk through my backyard onto the roof
and make out to some tunes
we’ll catch ghosts
aliens too
we too caught up in school
lets go do something cool
smoke weed n chill

(verse 2:)
she smokin all my kief
but thats okay with me
she hoggin all my sheets
i guess thats how i’ll sleep tonight

(chorus:)
though her feelings might not change
i’ll still see her in my dreams
lets walk through my backyard onto the roof
and make out to some tunes
we’ll catch ghosts
aliens too
we too caught up in school
lets go do something cool
smoke weed n chill

shteppi - momo.

In February, I was inside one of the practice rooms at my university. It was my second semester of my Freshman year, and I felt like exploring the buildings I hadn't yet seen. The rooms were, by all accounts, imperfect. Each had different chairs, different levels of acoustic padding, varying levels of damage on the walls and pianos, occasional trash, and the slightly out of tune upright pianos, with, luckily, most of the keys and pedals working. None of the acoustic provisions mattered. Most rooms didn't have it, and the walls were thin enough to hear everyone else playing anyway. None of that mattered to me. I spent my first day in the room just playing piano for the first time in what felt like forever. After playing for a little under half an hour, I got a call from a family member. She was asking whether or not I could attend some event back home. I responded, not really thinking about it, and after some further small talk, we finished the call. Once I put down the phone, it hit me -- small and large changes in my life and family, even the ones that just happened recently, will impact how I go about parts of my life forever. That's when I asked the question: What do you do when you know that it's different forever?


I then went back to my dorm room and fit what I could in my backpack: a Shure SM58, an audio interface, my laptop, a desk mic stand, and some cables.

This was not perfect. I'll be posting behind the scenes on my social medias so you can see the process (probably Instagram, YouTube, and TikTok). My username is kevinkempt on all of those. There's a clear room reverb and very audible piano from other students practicing in the background. All this tied with the cheap gear I used are not ideal conditions for a """studio""" recording. I couldn't be more happy about it, though. The song would not exist any way other than how it was recorded. Figuring out the chords and melody on the piano and practicing my lines for hours in that room honestly made me attached to it. The song was recorded in two sessions, one being in February and one being in April (mainly for adding more background vocals and figuring out ideas for the bridge and final chorus). When I went in April, I went into one of the practice rooms without really thinking about it. This one had slight acoustic padding. I recorded for around an hour, and kept experimenting, but when I listened back, I kept hating the result. It took me so long to realize that I wanted the sound of the other room. Before that, I never really considered how these similar spaces could have such different sounds, let alone how I could like one of them more than the others.


I wouldn't trade the process of this song for anything, and I hope it connects with you in the music. Maybe you can answer what to do when you know that it's different forever.

Lyrics:
What do you do when you know that it's different forever?
What do you do when you see someone else's family portrait?
When do you say you're beyond a lost cause?

Maybe I was a ghost in the frame
Reaching out while you lost my name
Maybe I was the last to know
Everything leaves. I should've let go
(I called but the number changed)

What do you do when you know that it's different forever?
What do you do when it feels like a blur in the rear view mirror?
Where do you go when the road never rotates back to home?

Maybe I was a ghost in the frame
Reaching out while you lost my name
Maybe I was the last to know
Everything leaves. I should've let go

I called but the number changed
I knocked but the house was estranged
I walked past the place we stayed
Until my reflection gave way

Maybe I was a ghost in the frame
Fading out while you learned my name
Maybe I was the last to know

Everything leaves. I should've let go (You should've let go)
Everything leaves. I should've let go (You should've let go)

Everything leaves. I should've let go

What do you do when you know that it's different forever?

Different Forever

dropped 2 hours early cuz my sleep schedule is fucked up🥲🩷

lyrics and vocals by shteppi
production by jonah bru

(verse 1:)
i got this friend
and his gf sucks so much i hope she dies
(lol not rlly)
but i can’t pretend 
that it feels good when i hear my friend cry
over that bitch
and if they seperate
that just means nobody has to hear her name (again)
but she manipulates him
so if she leaves him my friend gon feel at blame (again)
i got this friend
i hope he breaks up with this bitch by the end of the night
cuz if they end
well, that means that my bro gon be alright

(chorus:)
why can’t he realize 
he’ll just get himself in bullshit
if he does nothing at all
why can’t he hear lies
its like he’s deaf until that bullshit
hits him like nothing but wall

(verse 2:)
i got this friend
and i hope that he’s okay 
and not already dead
he wants us to “get along”
your girlfriend sucks, why can’t you get that through your head?
and if y’all seperate 
i doubt you’ll ever hear from her again
(i hope)
but knowing her
she’ll prolly fuck you up
n say she hates all men
(she don’t)

(chorus:)
why can’t he realize
he’ll just get himself in bullshit
if he does nothing at all
why can’t he hear lies
its like he’s deaf until that bullshit
hits him like nothing but wall
why can’t he realize
he’ll just get himself in bullshit
if he does nothing at all
why can’t he hear lies
its like he’s deaf until that bullshit
hits him like nothing but wall

shteppi - ur gf sux.

"Siempre de pie" was born as a quiet but steady cry. Not out of anger, but out of conviction. It’s about holding on—not with clenched fists, but with an open heart. About keeping on even when you don’t have answers, when everything feels shaky… and still, you don’t fall.

This acoustic version has something very special for me. The guitar keeps the pulse steady and warm, like a heartbeat that doesn’t give up. I added a vintage organ that brings an emotional layer — something like a secular prayer, or a street-born hymn. The phrases are long, because that’s how I felt it: like every line needed all the breath I had to come out. And the vocal harmonies are my way of not singing alone — even if I’m the only one recording it. There’s something collective in the act of staying upright, and I wanted that to come through.

This isn’t a song about heroic resistance. It’s a song for the everyday fight. The kind you hum under your breath when you’re tired, but still know you’ll keep going. Because in the end, that’s what it’s about: keep going, no matter what — Siempre de pie.

Solo esto

Siempre de pie

Broadcast 2025-10-06

This is a light ballad about a heavy subject.

Musically, it’s very simple, an acoustic guitar, with a solo vocal.

The instrumental provided by the guitar was simple and could almost be called neutral in this context.

But that’s not the case when you listen to the vocal, and I mean listen.

The vocal tone and stress is again neutral, but the lyrics are a world away from that.

It’s a classical tale of a breakup, initiated by the other, and the singer trying to work through what just happened.

It was “the final break as you walked out the door”

She sings, “I’m trying to figure you out” but “I can’t seem to write it down.”

There’s some history to this break though, something perceived as not right but which festered  “’cause you never really tried to fix it.”

It is definitely seen as final, because she concludes “I don’t know how to leave this mess, but I do”

A good instrumental, great lyrics and a great voice to go with it.

You’ve done the rising star performances, go for it!




Llaney Jade - But I Do - Tempo Review

A song from 2024 about being intoxicated with clarity. This version is based on my writing demo and features some effects in the end part.

Das Rauschen der Klarheit

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