94 V I B E S .

Imma Take ya shit without you knowing 
Call me lupin 
Smoking on the devils lettuce 
Got my eyes drooping 
I can’t help myself from falling deeper 
Guess the truth is 
I ain’t got it in me 
Baby do you got it too 
Pulling up I shouldn’t have 
Got so much shit to do 
I’m Pulling up I shouldn’t 
Give all of my time to you
Dropping tears I’m dropping gears 
I let em fly off when I zoom 
Baby steer it Tears for fears 
I just keep on shouting for you 
Baby hear it Come a sequence 
Of lullaby’s meant for you 
In a ditch is where you’ll find me soon 
Fuck it build me a tomb 
Shining I feel like a pharaoh 
My bone marrow 
golden stew 
I can feel it all unravel 
Lift me up 
Tiramisu 
I can’t keep up with my shadow 
Like he moving in x2
Row my boat without no paddle 
Guess I’m riding the typhoon 
Start from zero turn a hero 
Build it up like a tycoon 
Motherfucker wanna beef 
I grill ya on the bbq

Lupin

First single off the 'Ride Home' EP..COMING SOON 

Produced by Farhot & Felix Joseph.

Mixed by Felix Joseph

Artwork by Felix Joseph

The Ride Home

Corbyn

Vibe Forever (feat. Don Feeble Jr.)

cheekbones tricky on the bass

nix on the keys: aka "The Young Wizard" https://soundcloud.com/user-464721574

sweet annie on background vocals

kitten blues

"cheekbones tricky" on the bass
"whoeva" on the keys https://soundcloud.com/whossounds

the cat who came for tea

cheekbones tricky pon the bass

photo credits to GradientPictures

“me an my friends yh we get fucked up in the same dame place with the same old drugs
Cept me Dring dring thats the sound of my bell 
Telling me to go purchase some white zinfandel”
I wake up an my room is a mess
Its half past 4 but its blessed cause 
Lasts nights mind got a little bit restless
Let’s just be a bit grateful that my dreams let me rest it
Check my phone for some messages and texts spend the next hour scrolling down for memes of some breasts but its dark outside now its half past 5 how the fuck did my day pass but guess its time for breakfast
I go down check for eggs in the kitchen the fuck i expect there’s no eggs in my fridge bitch
six pack An a left over chicken breast guess ill have to do with a coffee an a cigarette cause
This uni life aint what its said to be
A shame ull only learn that after 27 g of debt
Routine of skets
Weed ket an beer
C., grettes an a little ecstasy
So as im sat with a fag on my dry lip i picture the times in my life as a nice kid
Wish i could disappear
Write a story crystal clear about what going on inside this mind of mine instead 
I carry on to watch the time escape me from my bed
Witness my demise on telly but i don’t need no louis Theroux
Tellin me
On a documentary
That im sipping way more liquor then i am meant to be
No point tellin me
Whats goin mentally 
I just dont stress bout x now but better be
That then a little bit depressed 
Figure out my thoughts in a midst of kitchen mess
Listening to 40s production on take care ill get there
Or maybe i wont
Fuck maybe i wont
dring dring phone rings its the pre drink alarm
Spend an arm an a leg just to not feel my heart
leave my door an head to the 24 hour liquor shop
Fuck buying skittle shots we drink in our little squats
Ladidi
We like to party
Nah they enjoy a good k hole and getting nasty
Bloke walks in spreads his guts on the floor but its cool cause its uni
We the future of albion
I am punani champion
Were all fucked but its part of the ambience
See me an my friends yh we get fucked up in the same dame place with the same old drugs
Cept me Dring dring thats the sound of my bell 
Tellin me to go purchase some white zinfandel
Cause, this uni life aint want its said to be 
I thought i came to learn but now im 27 gs in debt with no skills to show but this diploma
I very much doubt it’ll get me a rover
This uni life aint what its said to be
A shame ull only learn that after 27 g of debt
Routine of skets
Weed ket an beer
C., grettes an a little ecstasy

zinfandel rosé

Layin' Low (Prod. sugi.wa)

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sue tra sun ra

Produced by myself and featuring the feline homie @lausse-the-cat

Track taken from my debut solo tape 'whatifthenwhat' available on limited cassette, CD, digital and most streaming platforms...

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whatifthenwhat

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catching moths feat. lausse the cat

Artwork by Carlito

Cameo by Georgie Lorenzen 

Little red rides down the lip of my lover now

must have sniffed a badly crushed pill should've wolfed it down,

caution now


come kiss the water how much dizz 

does one chick need to feel less awful

"i think i might've gotten spiked"

i beg you get a grip you snorted up the shit like it was salty water pepper pig

i dislike a porky or a lie see a porcupine spikes, 

you just had one too many lines

"i dont feel too well"

have a sip of water you'll be fine, let us sit 

ill roll a cigarette we'll simmer for a while

and as i said those syllables she whispered "let me lie" 

so i helped her sit on solid surface soiled by a brine of 

spilled beer and some nos balloons,

scatterd in a rotting room

cracked cans and canisters

flat ciggy butts from kids skanking to the anthem of dishevelled youth,

air-max and bumbag squadrons

 two stepping with a lit skunk spliff hung from lips fucked 

mean-whilst my chicks slumped 

quite in an unsolemn way

wake up baby please its nearly day

wake up baby please its nearly day




in a town where the night shines the brightest


the youth trace silver linings straight to their sinus

where the light shines brightest on an iphone 

its no surprise sanity is seeked in being mindless




i gaze upon her pretty face to see if she be fine

the face i gaze upon is sending shivers down my spine

a drip of red progressed to sliver down her chin and neck 

and build a scarlet puddle building up against my thigh

she starts too loose the light behind her eyes 

and as they wonder north the only thing they leave behind is whites

"this is west mate" 

eyelids get heavy like her dead weight

"yo pal call 999 before she vacates"

she meets her Morbid Fickle doom as is her path 

and as her chalk coloured lips smile Mrs Death laughs

and as i sit there cradling her carcass i ponder life, 

wandering if i be truly assed for it

i didn't ask for this 

i didn't ask for this

fuck it

i check her pockets for a baggy hiding in the crevices

find a bag of pills and round about two grams of ketamin

pop the capsules honouring the death of lady Capulet and 

sniff the ket and grimace in exaggerated fashion 



throw my hands in the air and leave my fate to the gods

Ciao Bella

50 Cent - Many Men (Lofi Remix)

Super old.

Album/Soundcloud compilation soon.

In the Pocket Like Wallace (30-10-16)

Joey Bada$$ - Word Is Bond (Prod. Statik Selektah)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efqEG_Epyys

BOOK A CAT AT : laussethecat@hotmail.com
KEYS: THE YOUNG WIZARD https://soundcloud.com/tydubz
SINGER: B-AHWE https://soundcloud.com/b-ahwe
BASSIST: CHEEKBONES TRICKY
DRUMS: YUNG BURNS

Ciao Bella

LAUSSE THE CAT

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