Name: Halfway Gone (Prod. by Life & Death) by LogicuL | L Be On The Beat
Duration: 3 min 52 s
Description: Just a song that I made, I ain't totally gone. I'm still here, and it's all me.

Just a song that I made, I ain't totally gone. I'm still here, and it's all me.

Halfway Gone (Prod. by Life & Death)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #11: 'No lie'
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom 

LYRICS:

Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice
Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice

Rilès maafaka in this game right now
And you won't believe what the hell I see right now
Seems like everybody is pretty fake right now
If you're not into a label you don't count right now
Fuck I don't want to believe what I say right now
I might never blow up cuz of what I say right? nah
Most of the shit you hear is pretty wack right now
Yes I'm only 20 they're afraid of me, don't ya?

Fuck your talent
We don't wanna fuck with ya
If you don't have no money to pay a press officer
Yeah you buy articles
That's how it goes
If y'already famous then we'll be all on your toes, and you say..

Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice
Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice

Independent who minds about you, if you deserve
Ten times better than any motherfuckin' pseudo 'come-up'
Cuz I feel like many medias tried to fuck my game up
Oh, when I played them "I Do It" a year ago they were pumped
She told me: "Oh my God I love the song, I want that shit first
I can send it to blogs, and this and that, and.." Shut the fuck up
We know you did your trick
We sent the vid
You don't respond
Oh, bsartek la clique
Yeah I studied English, stupid niggas, what you thought?
I gettin' really ready for the shit that you're not
It's been five years in the making and I will never stop
So never mind if I don't please to mister Boukercha
Writing classics or riding dicks, I think my choice is made
I'm fucking pissed and tired of sending all those god damn mails
"Hello my name is Rilès, 20 years old self made man,
I make my beats, record my raps.." And we don't fucking care
So keep on surfing the wave but do not ignore the storm
Don't even stutter to me when I'll get my Grammy's on
When I'll be overplayed and overheard like Bruno's songs
It might take ten motherfucking years I'll prove'em wrong
Shit I'm bitter with the time
Better with the flow
You poppin' up right now you don't know how to make a song
And I'm bitter with the time
Better with the flow
You poppin' up right now, you don't how you made it now, hun?

Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice
Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice

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No Lie (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #12: 'The Heartbreak'
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom 

LYRICS:

Bang, bang, bang
She fucked it up
She stole my heart
But she rose my soul, my soul
She rose my soul, listen babe
Bang, bang, bang
She fucked it up
She stole my heart
But she rose my soul, my soul
She rose my soul, let me say
Hey,
What you've done?
Look at me
Look at me now

I guess I shouldn't make a song for you
Why the fuck I felt like at home with you?
But sometimes home ain't 'bout 4 walls
It's just two eyes and a heartbeat
And you fucked it up on your own, don't ya?
I guess I should've shed a tear for you
But I ain't really had the time for it
I used to have a good heart
Now tell me where the fuck he at
I might have lost it in your bed
Babe I know I was young
And maybe I was stupid
Is it 'cuz I hate love that I'd rather fuck them groupies?
I came off as strong but the inner me was dying
Acting like nothing's wrong
Maybe I'm good at lying

Bang, bang, bang
She fucked it up
She stole my heart
But she rose my soul, my soul
She rose my soul, let me say
Hey,
What you've done?
Look at me
Look at me now

I guess I should've been involved in it
I guess I should've bought you flowers, ain't it?
But ego's hell of a drug
I don't want to lose it up
So Imma love you like I love baby
I which I was a better me for ya
But I don't really have the time for it
They'd rather build relationships
But they all look undecided
When they be talking about their own future
Yeah I know I'm still young
And I know I'm fucking stupid
To say I came off as strong
Damn I'm really good at lying

Bang, bang, bang
She fucked it up
She stole my heart
But she rose my soul, my soul
She rose my soul, let me say
Hey,
What you've done?
Look at me
Look at me now

Maybe you tried
Not to love me
Only when you were drunk
Only when you were high

Bang, bang, bang
She fucked it up
She stole my heart
Tho she rose my soul, my soul
She rose my soul
Bang, bang, bang
She fucked it up
She stole my heart
But she rose my soul, my soul
She rose my soul, let me say

Hey,
What you've done?
Look at me
Look at me now
yé.

The Heartbreak (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #20: 'In the Jungle'
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)

LYRICS:

"Hey, hey, hey, hey
Listen.. you're too crazy nigga
You better stop now
You better stop..
Let me tell you something;
When you dive into the wild
You can find death
You can find love,
Better think about it twice
Cuz we all think 
You gon' be gone"

Listen I ain't going back
Look what I did
Look what you've done
I guess I made the right choice
When I ventured
In the Jungle
Listen I ain't going back
Look what I did
Look what you've done
I guess I made the right choice
When I ventured
In the Jungle

I'm 'bout to turn up every city
I do it for the real ones
real shit
real maafaka, hun
Lost 15lbs since the Rilèsundayz
Before I live like a king
Gotta work like a slave
for the music
Way
Never lost, nah
Couple of months
Rilès on tour, yah
King in my city
Ain't no debate now
Let me wipe all the bullshit they all left on the sife
And I bounce when I feel it
Master it then, done.
I ain't from Miami
I ain't from the Westside
Coming from R-city
Headed up to the Jungle
And you still think I'm mad..

Listen I ain't going back
Look what I did
Look what you've done
I guess I made the right choice
When I ventured
In the Jungle
Listen I ain't going back
Look what I did
Look what you've done
I guess I made the right choice
When I ventured
In the Jungle

Oh lord I need all your strengh
I need the time to get back in my palms
Oh lord I see all the snakes
I see the vipers and I see them hoes
Oh lord I need all your strengh
I need the time to get back in my palms
Oh lord I see all the snakes
I see the vipers and I see them hoes

Now I can understand what he said;
"Welcome to the Jungle but you might lose yourself"
3 days no sleep and you think about death
"Rilès why you're getting pale?"
"Why you're looking so strange?"
Don't worry 'bout me
It's all in the head
Don't worry 'bout me
I'd better do it
It's all in the head
If I'm getting sick
It's all in the head
Welcome to the Jungle
It's all in the head..
So everyday Imma still bounce when I feel it
Master it then, done.
I ain't from Miami
I ain't from the Westside
Coming from R-city
Headed up to the Jungle
And you still think I'm mad..

Listen I ain't going back
Look what I did
Look what you've done
I guess I made the right choice
When I ventured
In the Jungle
Listen I ain't going back
Look what I did
Look what you've done
I guess I made the right choice
When I ventured
In the Jungle

Oh now I ain't going back
Look what I did
Look what you've done
Yes  I made the right choice
When I ventured
In the Jungle
Oh now I ain't going back
Look what I did
Look what you've done
Yes  I made the right choice
When I ventured
In the Jungle.

In the Jungle (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #29: 'Away'
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
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Bitch niggas saying it's luck
But I which I got some
Spending all my money but that shit don't work
Tell me what I've done wrong
Trying to record all my thoughts but that shit so slow
Damn..
the fuck I did wrong?
Everything was fine but, nope, again
You're sending me another gigantic golden stick in the wheel
You see the fight but you can't see the struggle behind the scene
If only you knew how much pain is hidden behind your screen
Ay man, I'm not rapping for you to be all worried 'bout me
But Honesty and melodies are really all I can give
You see my hope, down
Slow, nah
Kemosabes try to lift me up, you down
You can tear me down everyday you fucking cunt
Hello problems let me tell you something you don't really want
I know that..

One day you'll go away
One day you'll go away
One day you'll go away
Before I go away

I'm sorry if you hear some popping noise sometimes in the recording
I just bought that new computer with all my savings and that shit's not working properly
It keeps on crashing
I lost like.. 40 dope-ass beat sessions
Lot of recordings
Mom's turning deaf too
But at least I can make beats in the A.M.

Friends on the phone told me "Trust the maktub"
Can the maktub fuck up its rendez-vous?
Shut up man, bad luck's already on you
Walk on black cat under ladders while you're
Breaking mirrors, 13 'brellas in stud
Trust your feelings, flair the fakers' parfum
Don't get fooled by clovers luck is not true
Me, myself and I's always the best crew, ouhh

God gave me sundays
To fuck up the game
You can't ignore the name
R-I-L-È-S 
Forget the accent
Zinedinening your face
God gave me sundays
To fuck up the game
You can't avoid the flames
My head's in a mess
Still doing my best
Just cuz I know that

One day you'll go away
One day you'll go away
One day you'll go away
Before I go away

AWAY (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #32: 'Love The Way You Dance'
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom

LYRICS:
Tell me what's your spell
I love the way you dance
Yes, I'm faded with my friends
We love the way you sing

Back the fuck up
Slow the fuck down
I cannot be insane
She told me "Don't fall in the trap"
It's too late
Tie me to the pole
I won't ever do what I did
Right cannot feel my eyes, my ears
Nor my self
Swimming in a ocean full of blood
And my tears
Tell me where the hell has gone my good sense, my feels
If I do it
I did it
Imma do it again

You're not stronger than them

Ya know, it's up to you
Amaze me's what you do
Sex and singing in tune
Sirens coming for you
I know, it's up to me
Nervous, why am I watching?
Emotionless I be.. Wake me up 'fore I sin

Tell me what's your spell
I love the way you dance
Yes, I'm faded with my friends
We love the way you sing
Tell me what's your spell
I love the way you dance
Yes, I'm faded with my friends
We love the way you sing

Baby don't be scared
Adore me, praise me, beg
Stare at me before your friends
The pain will feel ok

Why you resist?
You can feel free
Finally taste what you seek
She told me to fall in her arms 'fore I knee
Beggin' my niggas to let me run to her sheets
Right now cannot feel my eyes, my ears
But them lips
If I'm neither drunk or high
What the hell is this?
Splatting colors in a place that seemed dull & dim
Then you forget that you're drowning deep
And indeed

You're not stronger than them

Ya know, it's up to you
Amaze me's what you do
Sex and singing in tune
Sirens coming for you
I know, it's up to me
Nervous, why am I watching?
Emotionless I be.. Wake me up 'fore I sin

Tell me what's your spell
I love the way you dance
Yes, I'm faded with my friends
We love the way you sing
Tell me what's your spell
I love the way you dance
Yes, I'm faded with my friends
We love the way you sing

Baby don't be scared
Adore me, praise me, beg
Stare at me before your friends
The pain will feel ok

Tell me what's your spell
I love the way you dance
Yes, I'm faded with my friends
We love the way you sing
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📷: James Pennie

Love The Way You Dance (ft. Rilès♀)(Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #42: ‘Dontreallyknow’
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
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I got a thousand in my pockets
Paying drinks for everyone
Cabs on cabs, hands on hands
Long days, short nights
On the run
I’m not paying the hotel room
And I wanna see Sarah
Smoking blunts in the hotel room
Watching Rick and Morty high
I’m thinking

You don’t really know what you’ve been doing lately
I should focus more on finding who’s the real me
You don’t really show how you’ve been feeling
Something you’ve been working on
But it’s not always working out

Out of this world
But inside of my mind
I do everything I can to walk on the tightrope
Stuck in a paradox
One day I love you
The next day I’m chasing after them like Byron
I can’t fuck you cuz you’re way too beautiful
Beautiful
I don’t love you but I wish I could make love to you
All night long

I got a thousand in my pockets
Paying drinks for everyone
Cabs on cabs, hands on hands
Long days, short nights
On the run
I’m thinking

You don’t really know what you’ve been doing lately
I should focus more on finding who’s the real me
You don’t really show how you’ve been feeling
Something you’ve been working on
But it’s not always working out

Another day 
Another chance to fuck up this whole game
Another day 
Another shot to shut their mouth open
Another day 
Another hatin’ ass bitch on my way
Another dilemma rockin’ brown hair

Ok, ok, ok
I play with sirens, but this one’s different
We don’t text that much as I’m busy
She knows music’s fueling my silence
I’m not supposed to do what I’m doing
Will I ever give a fuck ‘bout some
Truth been lying ‘bout my direction
It’s gon backfire on my dumb front

I got a thousand in my pockets
Paying drinks for everyone
Cabs on cabs, hands on hands
Long days, short nights
On the run
I’m thinking

You don’t really know what you’ve been doing lately
I should focus more on finding who’s the real me
You don’t really show how you’ve been feeling
Something you’ve been working on
But it’s not always working
You don’t really know what you’ve been doing lately
I should focus more on finding who’s the real me
You don’t really show how you’ve been feeling
Something you’ve been working on
But it’s not always working out

Dontreallyknow (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #43: ‘Energy’
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
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“Well..
Even in that deep misery
I felt my energy revive
And I said to myself
In spite of everything
I shall rise again
I will take up my pencil
Which I have forsaken in great discouragement
And I will go on with my writing 
From that moment
Everything has seemed transformed to me”

Fuck all your noise
Fuck all your noise
Imma scream louder than all of them boys
Can you believe it?
Of course you didn’t
Imma take vacations only when I’ll be gone
That is my choice
I love my choices
I’m hella sick but I still got my voice
Cruel summer in the vision 
So I’m making songs trying to bring back the shade of my force
Fuck all your coins
Talk all you want
If you got no strategy
We gon’ move on
Give me strength for the next months of my life
I got too many ideas
Not enough time
Not enough space but inside of my mind
‘Bout to hire my b for the customer line
I made 10K this week
I gave my momma 9
But the money won’t ever stop me from the grind

I feel it coming I won’t get no grace
I feel it coming I won’t ask for help
This summer’s already has a taste from Hell
Will I ever be the same
Oh baba, gotta be a man

Fuck all your friends
Fuck all of them
Don’t induce me in the trap for the fame
I’m lacking energy
You see my face
Don’t invite no more
I don’t pop the champagne
Fuck all your clubs
And the doormen
I don’t do showcases 
If you do, you’re lame
Oh you’re doing it ‘cause you had an advance
From a shitty label, now you need to repay
I’m talking to myself
That the only advice
I keep on losing weight
But it is worth the price
As long as you got hands, motherfucker you’ll write
I admit, I might have done too much sacrifices
But now they’re fucking with the name
Not everybody will like you anyway
Nah
Lot of bodies in my case
Got them in my pockets
Haters advertising me

I feel it coming I won’t get no grace
I feel it coming I won’t ask for help
This summer’s already has a taste from Hell
Will I ever be the same
Oh mama, gotta be a man

Now you can raise your hands
Give me powers for the run
Closer to the end
Will I touch the finish line?
Will you see what was hidden at the bottom of my mind..

ENERGY (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #45: ‘MAILLE’
Song : Produced/Written (on an airplane)/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in NYC (Lyrics below)
Soon available on iTunes.
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I’m making this beat while on a flight, flight, flight
New York City, business class, alright, right, right
Don’t go there for holidays so why, why, why
Ain’t no secret nigga I just maille, maille, maille
Hotels, hotels, I don’t pay it’s fine, fine, fine
Started from my bedroom, see me shine, shine, shine
I’m gon meet Riri next week so why, why, why
Ain’t no secrets nigga I just maille, maille, maille

Paint the picture, think about it everyday until it’s hits you
Until your life is just a way to smack that vision
Blind like a racer, don’t look beside you
Keep on runnin’ without caring ‘bout the opponent
40 songs later I’m outside my content
All around the world my city I represent
I figured out I’m the first and the last one
Hey man, brake it down
We want to spend time with ya
I don’t spend it anymore, my clock account is overdrawn
Hey sis’, 
Never quit
They know who your brother is
You gon’ be exposed to lotta hypocrisy
Watch your friends

I’m making this beat while on a flight, flight, flight
New York City, business class, alright, right, right
Don’t go there for holidays so why, why, why
Ain’t no secret nigga I just maille, maille, maille
Hotels, hotels, I don’t pay it’s fine, fine, fine
Started from my bedroom, see me shine, shine, shine
I’m gon meet Riri next week so why, why, why
Ain’t no secrets nigga I just maille, maille, maille

Checks on the flight
Arrested 3 times
Interrogations, my look is not right
Scars on my face
Afraid of my name
Why you here for?
Bitch I’m here to fuck the game, up
Feeling wassup
Rilèsundayz’s location moving fast
Yet, still
Me behind me
Fire the engineer cuz I am mine
Thinking ‘bout every move before I sign
It is a game of chess, not a Simon
I’m not impressed by your racks or your mics
Man, I’d rather my mix, even if I go blind
Who the fuck is ‘front my face?
Work with him so talk like this
Got a really pretty face 
But I won’t remember the name
Who the fuck is on my dick?
Ouh you’re trynna be my friend
I’m to paranoid, you’re too nice
There’s something hidden there

MAILLE (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #48: ‘NSFW’
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
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“Hahahahaa
I told you
I told you the struggle is only starting
Believe me..”

Weed in my lungs
Weed on my mind
Why the fuck am I smoking like a Rastafarian?
Buddin’ the beat
Like weed in my brain
That’s why the tempo slowed down but got my mind overspeeding
And you’re deflecting
You got a thousand shit to do but you’re in her sheets
Your priorities fucked up
And lust is rising
You’re waking up every morning bemoaning what you did
You reminisce the time you wasted but cannot undo
You’ve been screaming “Don’t”, little Devil whispered “I do”
Push me and my trust, need to drink a tea with Badu
‘Front of your body, mine is struggling to handle
Way too much food for thoughts
And new philos for things that fool on you and your focus
It is all around yet makes no noise and got no shape
But damn, goddamn, I can feel it

And I still bounce between feelings baby
Troublesome times not safe for work
Got me going crazy, all night long
And I still bounce between feelings baby
Troublesome times not safe for work
Got me going crazy, all night long

It has the finest ass 
I won’t talk about the face
If you look into its eyes
Lust will put you on your knees
It’s starting with a sight
Then it’s all over your psyche 
Don’t try to shout it out
You will turn into D.O.C.
Noxious
Hades wants to bathe me in his fire
But Rilès got it all over his arms
So ladies don’t tear my clock all appart 
When this chronic got me wildin’ on your body
Ouh
Well, I’m dancing with the Devil
In the stud
It’s ‘bout bad consequences

And I still bounce between feelings baby
Troublesome times not safe for work
Got me going crazy, all night long
And I still bounce between feelings baby
Troublesome times not safe for work
Got me going crazy, all night long

Hey tell me who’s this guy from Porlock?
He’s running around my bedroom and my house
While I’m on a trance for a song
And yelling “nigga down! I got bitches, bong, Ballechin and fun!
Booty, bums, bigger than a Bible, believe it or not!”
Oh
I saw all the songs I want to sing
On the same day they forsake cuz I saw you
Is it you? or your friends?
Or your family? fans?
“Nah yourself”
Issa fade away with no return
And I wont pick up the phone till I get them back
My lines

Yeah I still bounce between feelings baby
Troublesome times not safe for work
Got me going crazy, all night long
And I still bounce between feelings baby
Troublesome times not safe for work
Got me going crazy, all night long
And I will bounce between feelings baby
Troublesome times not safe for work
Got me going crazy, all night long
Bounce between feelings baby
Troublesome times not safe for work
Got me going crazy, all night long

NSFW (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #51: ‘CHAMPION’
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
Soon available on iTunes.
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I did it for the challenge, always close to tumblin’
I can’t believe I’m almost done man what a battle and
The worst is yet to come as I did deviated plans
He’s knocking in the studio since #46 I’m late
It’s bigger than the music, weirder than the Piri Reis
It’s been 268 weeks I’m obsessed with it
So let’s say whatever the fuck will happen, will happen
Amiran for the trick, and damn I’m really feeling no regrets

OK, get this done
Look up
Don’t look back, and run
He’s gon hurt you for your guts
Fight it like a champion
OK, get this done
Look up
Don’t look back, and run
He’s gon kill you for your guts
Fight it like a champion

And I jumped off the cliff, landed in Maïa’s hands
If I had to start all over, I would do it again
Cuz I, live with no regrets, no doubt, no I wish I did
When Rilèsundayz is done, it’s gon be the beginning
Try to test me
Thrill me
Not a lot impress me
Love me
Hate me
‘Least you won’t forget me
Curse me
Bless me 
I’m already blasted
It took me lot of years of training 
And I will no waste them
Westside, Indies
All my people listening
Mix it
Bounce it
Talk with the quality
Drugs & dark rings
I’m awake since last week
Cautions, warnings
Should I pay attention

OK, get this done
Look up
Don’t look back, and run
He’s gon hurt you for your guts
Fight it like a champion
OK, get this done
Look up
Don’t look back, and run
He’s gon kill you for your guts
Fight it like a champion

Stunting on your traps, gave a lotta indications
Somedays I wish I could tape yo lips so watch & remain silent
It’s gon be the end on time, if time’s allowing to finish
Wanna guess the words I’ll say
But you won’t find the tale into ‘em
You won’t give in  to
Numerous favors
I know it’s hard to 
Live like a hermit
All those sacrifices
It was worth it
Last but not least 
So end it with style and

OK, get this done
Look up
Don’t look back, and run
He’s gon hurt you for your guts
Fight it like a champion
OK, get this done
Look up
Don’t look back, and run
He’s gon kill you for your guts
Fight it like a champion

CHAMPION (Prod. Rilès)

21 year old artist/producer/song-writer.
E-Mail: LBeOnTheBeat@gmail.com
Send me an e-mail for any inquires. 

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Halfway Gone (Prod. by Life & Death)

LogicuL | L Be On The Beat

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