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Looking For Tracy Tzu

Clams Casino - Gorilla

"I'll Keep Coming" (04) from the new Low Roar album, 0. 
Pre-order at bit.ly/1iTCbp6.

I'll Keep Coming

Nightowl

yup https://open.spotify.com/track/0QF8L3EEx6SRlRW7XuUeF8?si=0e6c811510ba4ec2

Octopus Gang

Mac DeMarco - Chamber of Reflection [bass]

s/o general sam

@oddnatural @safarim9

http://www.twitter.com/justinshiroi

죽음 DEATH (ft. safari & oddnatural)

uploading at 3:16pm.
The number 3 16 always haunted me throughout my life. it could just be nonsense and im putting alot of emphasize on just a common number i see at least twice a day on the clock.

3:16am

all i did was made a 4 bar loop and mess around with the Frequency envelop or some shit... it's the same beat repeated the entire time.

What?

(thanks for 2.5k)

sample: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0cUzl00LXQ

http://shiro.world

shmurda

ay so this is a lil something i made to start the new year off with. Its a lil different from my usual stuff but i thought i should change it up! 

guitar, vocals, production and mixing by zach farache (verzache)

Buy / Stream hiccup here: https://fanlink.to/hiccup

Hiccup

buy / stream

hiccup

"On The Level" is from Mac DeMarco's forthcoming album, This Old Dog, out May 5th, 2017, on Captured Tracks. All iTunes pre-orders come with Instrumentals of This Old Dog and instant grat downloads of lead singles, “My Old Man,” “This Old Dog,” and "On the Level."

Pre-Order Digital here: smarturl.it/thisolddog
Pre-Order Physical here: www.omnianmusicgroup.com/products/this-old-dog

This Old Dog

Mac DeMarco // On The Level

written and produced by gus dapperton
engineered by ethan farmer
mixed by gus dapperton
mastered by conrad magabo

He don't ask for
Oh coin and cash for
Poise and panache for
Some broken bachelor, no

She don’t want none
Oh gold and gilded
So all them children
View her with brilliant foes

Pardon for part in my sigh
They see with a similar eye

Honey i'm whole so what are we snacking for?
“I’m just a whore. Boy it’s only natural.”

Well I 
Bet we’d look pretty outside

He don't build in
Thrones of vermillion
Whose woes is filled with
Pseudo civilians, no

She don't take up
Colorful patrons
Whose motif plays on
False admiration, no

Pardon for part in my sigh
They see with a similar eye

Honey i'm whole so what are we snacking for?
“I’m just a whore. Boy it’s only natural.”
Honey i'm whole so what are we snacking for?
“I’m just a whore. Boy it’s only natural.”

Well I 
Bet we’d look pretty outside
Well I 
Bet we’d look pretty outside

video

I'm Just Snacking

shoutout Bill Ratchet for helping with the artwork

https://twitter.com/shittyasshari

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SHOWING TEETH

bandcamp

dreaming

The sound defects - angels

Download / Stream: http://hyperurl.co/suicidalthoughts2

Produced by Mikey The Magician
Buffet Boys playlist: smarturl.it/buffetboys

Ima down south florida boi 
aint goin back to hollywood
from da gutter to yo guts 
let me ignite da firewood 
still I roll slow in da chevy donk
never forget where I rose up from 
spit on my face get rid of my funds 
and who am I 
just another guy 
stuck in desperation 
lookin at da ceiling fan  
spinning around 
havin a panic attack 
I dont pop no pills cause it dont to take the pain away from me
I dont crack no seals cause it done took the gang away from me 
I been known to pimp a hoe 
got dirty loafers on my feet 
bitch you got me mesmerized them thighs the size of me lemme slide inside yo body beef bitch I got my chain on ain't a thang wrong with a broken frozen wrist
them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won't fade away another day I piss away another day don't go my way
another hoe gon look my way
looking for a paper chase 
but bitch im not da one so get your comfort from another 
everything I did is crumblin beneath my feet im feelin lonely feelin like im only stuck with memories 
take me back to what I was 
take away what I've become
take away the grayer days
take da bullet out my brain
take my dick 
out yo mouth an let me be myself 
I wonder what da people around me think about me back to my shady ways I go pack da gat and let it blow
just let my lover brother mother sisters father know I love em
mikey I told told you we was gon be somethin 
look at us now cause now we buzzin pressin buttons diamonds dancin by da dozen 
nick I told you we would rise from nothin 
look at the way they look at me now
rich forever blowing money til I'm senile
I got addicted to the money as I fell inside a hole 
the cries and crowd get louder 
the deeper that I go 
nobody know what I been doing 
tell myself I hate myself i can't control the cards I'm dealt 
I spent a lot time alone inside my room 
thinkin about what I do if I knew you was on the fence about me too 
bitch
I crash da whip an hit a bitch 
an almost killed da bitch
an now im back in da caddilc with that black pistol grip 
the AC dont work an im feelin like I was kid again feelin like I wasnt 
getting in 
with da cooler kids 
how the fuck can I get out of this funk
If I dieee
you cryyy
then move onnn 
the next dayy
Im ill advised 
fuck you bitch 
you cant even look me in my eyes

www.pouya305.com
www.instagram.com/pouya
www.twitter.com/pouyalilpou
www.facebook.com/officialpouya
@pouya-kevin

Produced By:
twitter.com/_MXTXM
@damsunmtm
www.instagram.com/mikeythemagician/

Art by:
twitter.com/Gian_Lo
www.instagram.com/Gian_Lo/

Pouya

Download / Stream

Suicidal Thoughts In The Back Of The Cadillac Pt. 2 (Prod. Mikey The Magician)

Watch the video: http://youtu.be/_Q_47b507vg

Short Stories (2006)

Going Down // Video link in description

They’ll give us something; they’ll give us so much to forget
Or enough rope to deal with it
With pencil and knife you heard your love again
You wrestled your nightmares, the sweat in your bed sheets
This is all of it; this is everything I’m wanting to forget
When winter sets in, it has a way of crystallizing the bad times
The fevers, the heart aches
This is all of it; this is everyone I’m wanting to forgive
They’ll give us something; they’ll give us so much to forget
Or enough rope to deal with it
With pencil and knife you heard your love again
You wrestled your nightmares, the sweat in your bed sheets
This is all of it; this is everything I’m wanting to forget

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