Name: ISOLATION by Mark Ferg
Duration: 2 min 24 s
Description: Planet Earth Is a Ghetto... But I Still Love You

That Don't Mean A Thing / Stressed Out

Stressed Out

Better Times (Reduxed Version)mp3

REAL BAD

Versions of You takes a single track and fractures it into fourteen alternate Quantum me worlds — each one revealing a different shape the story could take if the moment, the mood, or the narrator were just a degree to the left.

From glitch-folk confessions to neon-lit electro-soul, from whispered ASMR heartbreak to full-throttle trap, each version is its own universe: new chord colours, new emotional physics, new versions of the same truth. Some tracks feel intimate enough to touch; others feel like they’re broadcast from a future where your memories have been remixed without permission.

What stays the same is the centre of gravity, the ache and loss at the centre of the song about the love wearing out.

Whether you start at Version 1 or jump into the deep end at Version 14, each track refracts the same lyric through a different lens — digital, human, nostalgic, brutal, ecstatic, quiet, cinematic. Over the full album, the song becomes a prism: turn it once, you hear longing; turn it again, you hear defiance; turn it again, you hear relief.

This is not a remix album.
It’s a mirror maze.
And every reflection is a version of you.

Versions of you v4

Voicemail Heaven

Release Date: September 18 2018
Executive Produced by: CRO, Ivy Sole, Ethan Tomas
Production by: CRO, Kam DeLa, Ethan Tomas, CS-W
Mixed by: Jerry Lang II
Mastered by: Claudio Cueni

Overgrown

Still Wasted

Burned

Prod by @thecratefulhead
The Vancouver Son ©

CLEAN VERSION: https://soundcloud.com/jjadrianmusic/butter-non-explicit-version/s-RLFu9jeqKCp

You give me those eyes
Those cinnamon eyes
Might be my demise
Mmhmm
Thank God for those thighs
Those cinnamon thighs 
Send chills down my spine
Mmhmm 

I love you
Girl, I got no shame
I need you
Swim in my veins
What you got
You can’t 
Get no where
It’s so rare
I’m savoring every taste

You give me those eyes
Those cinnamon eyes
Might be my demise
Mmhmm
Thank God for those thighs
Those cinnamon thighs 
Send chills down my spine
Mmhmm 

I crave you on my worst days
In the worst ways
I’m unworthy, yeah
I try to keep it smooth
With a kick cause you
Like it spicy, don’t you 
Don’t you?

You give me those eyes
Those cinnamon eyes
Might be my demise
Mmhmm
Thank God for those thighs
Those cinnamon thighs 
Send chills down my spine
Mmhmm 

I’mma need you
Girl, I’mma need you
Addict off one taste
Driving me insane
But I can’t complain
When we both collide
It’s sugar and spice
Baby, grind 
Baby, grind on me
You’re just what I like
Feed my appetite
Paradise in those thighs

You give me those eyes
Those cinnamon eyes
Might be my demise
Mmhmm
Thank God for those thighs
Those cinnamon thighs 
Send chills down my spine
Send chills down my spine, baby

Butter

Right Soon

Performed by Jay Wile
Produced by 81mAAntra, Adam Hoffman
Written by Justin Wiley
Mixed/Mastered by Jay Wile

ISOLATION

Mark Ferg

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