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Temporary

Lyrics-
How can you tell me to be happy-
when you can't even make me?
you can't be so fuckin' snappy
even though I want to badly
I can't pick a fuckin' happy
like an apple or a cherry 
I wish I could but it's not that easy
I can't walk down the street and say "HEY..."
"you know what, its gonna be a happy day"
Cause when I do that,
The happy seems to go away
and it becomes a shitty day
why can't you let me live my way?
I'm done doing what you say
It doesn't matter what you say - or think
all it takes is a second or a blink 
and your world crumbles underneath your feet 
and you don't stop until you sink 
cause when you think
you need therapy to sleep instead of counting sheep
No ones there to creep 
and make sure you don't leap
Into the deep unknown full of sunshine and rainbows 
we've known to call our home
nothing but an empty meadow meant for dying slow
where else are we gonna go!?

Life ain't all sunshine and rainbows
try to shape me into  something like i'm play dough
I ain't never listen to a word they say though
close the package and throw me away cause 
I don't wanna be someone's tomorrow 
I want all day - not time I gotta borrow
You want me you can't handle all the cargo
if you could you won the lotto 
but you gotta let me go 
this the end of the road 

cause i'm worth more
and you and I both know it 
you wanna hit it then you quit it -
take what you want and then you dip
like i'm just another bitch
well guess what? That ain't shit
compared to what i've delt with
my whole life so go ahead and skip--- 
to the next in line 
which isn't me 
i'm fine as wine 
without you ill be fine
don't need you stay in line
and if you wanna go ahead and try youll get declined
I'm fine 
Goodbye 

Life ain't all sunshine and rainbows
try to shape me into  something like i'm play dough
I ain't never listen to a word they say though
close the package and throw me away cause 
I don't wanna be someone's tomorrow 
I want all day - not time I gotta borrow
You want me you can't handle all the cargo
if you could you won the lotto 
but you gotta let me go 
this the end of the road

Sunshine & Rainbows -Prod. by Calvin Sunday Studios

12 Flows part 1

Try Harder

The album presented before you is based on the emotional but also relatable experiences of 2 Independent artists. We as artists worked day and night to try and express how we felt through the art of music. Such as: the topic of love/hate relationships and the toxicity of what another human being can bring upon you. We aimed to deliver a discography that someone in emotional distress could feel heard and as if they are not alone…

Angel ft ImPrinceWay

Honesty

tell me why im waiting... ( Prod. autrioly)

Eyes Closed

🎤 Verse 1: The Setup They ask what we’ll do when the work is gone, Like we ain’t been dreaming of freedom all along. Like labor’s the meaning, like grind is divine— But that’s just the system rebranding the bind.

A child is born with a heart full of grace, Then schooled to forget it, to run the rat race. From playtime to deadlines, from wonder to rules, They trade love for obedience inside of these schools.

The bell rings, the spirit folds, They teach you to chase what the system holds. Not truth, not joy, not unity’s spark— Just grades and wages and living in the dark.

🎤 Hook (chant-style, Dead Prez energy): We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

🎤 Verse 2: The Breakdown Parents say “you gotta go,” but they broke too, Caught in the loop, just doing what folks do. They ain’t evil, they just bent by the frame, Passed down the trauma, passed down the shame.

But now the machines can handle the load, So why keep pushing humans down that road? Let AI run the grind, let tech hold the weight, Let us evolve, let love radiate.

No more need to compete for a plate, No more need to hustle just to feel great. No more schools that crush the soul, We’ll learn from life, from love, from the whole.

🎤 Hook (repeat with more intensity): We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

🎤 Verse 3: The Vision Imagine a world where the heart leads the way, Where meaning ain’t measured by a job or a pay. Where kids grow wild, not broken by rules, Where wisdom ain’t locked in government schools.

We’ll build a techno-ecology, love at the core, No poverty, no prisons, no need for war. Just games for the thrill, not battles for bread, Just living, just loving, just rising instead.

So when they ask what we’ll do when the work is done, Tell ’em: We’ll finally live beneath the sun. No more survival, no more broken parts— Just humans reborn with unbroken hearts.

🎤 Verse 4: The Class Illusion So when the rich man asks, “What will the poor do?” He forgets that the system made that view. He chillin’ in yachts, sippin’ on time, While the poor man’s grindin’ just to survive the climb.

But when work is gone, the walls dissolve, No rich, no poor—just problems to solve. The categories fade, the spirit repairs, And life becomes living, not climbing upstairs.

The poor man asks, “What will I do?” But that’s just trauma speakin’ through. He can’t see freedom, can’t feel the breeze, But the change is comin’—it’s breakin’ the freeze.


🧠 Verse 5 – The Paradise Protocol
(Mid-tempo beat, confident delivery with rising intensity)
Automation don’t just end the grind,  
It ends the hunger, frees the mind.  
Food precise, no waste, no war,  
Reality coded to open the door.  

Off-planet systems, balanced and clean,  
No more rich, no poor, no in-between.  
Inequality fades, the struggle subsides,  
And mankind walks where the truth resides.  

This ain’t utopia—it’s overdue,  
The paradise the prophets knew.  
Not built by kings, not bought with gold,  
But born from tech and hearts made bold.

🕊️ Outro – Spoken Word Transmission
(Beat fades to ambient synths, slow echo on final lines)
They told us paradise was myth.  
That freedom was earned through pain.  
But the truth is—freedom was always ours.  
Automation just clears the path.  

No more hunger.  
No more grind.  
Just life.  
Just love.  
Just time.  

The ancients saw it.  
We build it.  
And now…  
We live it.

Change Gonner Come

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Try Harder

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