Mixing, Mastering, and producing by @dustbunnybedroom
Co-produced by Mahal Slick
Original art by @rosarrie

Lyrics:
Why they gotta do me like that? I've been
Stuck inside my head, it's so tiring
Everyday I wake up, wondering what to make of
All this time I have on my own, its so

Heavy, I don't think that I can take it no more (Nah)
Looking at the ceiling lying down on the floor
I've been sleeping (Sleeping)
Way too busy dreaming (Dreaming)
Lookin like I'm beaming, but I'm feeling real bored
Now I'm

Contemplating whether or not I should make it outta here
Swinging back and forth on decisions like it's a chandelier
I ain't really missing the feeling of my reality
I need a little breather before I can get it outta me

Say what's the point in living, not making the right decisions?
I just need a vision, to get myself out this prison
I'm feelin like I'm drowning, but man I ain't even swimming
Just gimme like five minutes to live through the best feeling

I don't wanna wake up, wake up
No, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
I don't wanna deal with fake love, fake love
I just need a little break from, break from

Oh, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
No, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
I don't wanna deal with fake love, fake love
I just need a little break from, it all

What am I to do?
Tell me what's the use?
Still stuck inside my room?
But at least I'm letting loose!

Steady losing my mind again throughout these past few months
With time pass, life flash, but it's not that much
Not tryna grimace, but I'm timid, I'm startin to hit the limit
Wish a hand could come and reach, maybe gimme a little visit

Shit don't feel the same, like a rainy day the tears are falling, now I'm feeling grey
I don't need a change, but girl I kinda miss your pretty face
Love can't even save me, I'm alone, but I don't feel ashamed
I can rearrange, but

I don't wanna wake up, wake up
No, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
I don't wanna deal with fake love, fake love
I just need a little break from, break from

Oh, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
No, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
I don't wanna deal with fake love, fake love
I just need a little break from, it all

wake up! - EP version (prod. dustbunnybedroom)

prod. by eeryskies.

I put the sun onto my back
My skin look freckled
My eyes all glass
And I watch the shadows take the waves
The moonlight settles
I start my day

White tee, gym shorts, headbands for long hair
Shuffle out of my apartment door, don’t belong here
See my neighbor sitting on the stairs, get a strong stare
Well, It’s been a long year
Car keys, silhouettes, cigarette smoke cough
Only second hand, till that hand finally broke off
Still I miss the band, and the plans, and the roll calls
Well, It’s been a slow fall
Now my shadow really stretching me thin
Between my secrets and my pockets i got so many sins
Let ‘em out in tiny whispers but they’re lost in the wind
It’s all fleeting, from my lovers to my oldest of friends
And I can see it on my skin, feel the ash in my hair
Ain’t feeling nothing, had this passion but ain’t nobody care
I got the same shirt everyday, I wear till it tears
In gods eyes, I know everything is coming in pairs, so let me run

Skin peel
Sun turned down
Baby can we Inhale
Get no words out, cause I’ve
Been frail
I got burned out
Yeah, I've been burned out

freckled

prod. by eeryskies.

I just packed up everything I own and ran toward the sunrise
Defaulted on my loans, you told me that’s unwise
Lost the code to my phone, got me a new life
I got my passport, please don’t come asking for me

So it goes written on my chest
Bullet hole covered in a vest
Blood on my chain, on my neck
That’s just the end of the story I guess
You were calling me home, I’m a mess
I don’t wanna think about nothing
Why we always gotta do something
There ain’t nothing here to figure out if we ain’t fucking, I know
Streetlight memories your best
Fire around me as I crash
Pictures filling up your trash
You don’t want nothing to do with my past
Sweep away all of the pain and the glass
I don’t wanna talk about nothing
Why I’m always bringing it up then
Why we always putting things off then fucking

I just packed up everything I own and ran toward the sunrise
Defaulted on my loans, you told me that’s unwise
Lost the code to my phone, got me a new life
I got my passport, please don’t come asking for me

passport

LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-cheetah-paws-lyrics

LYRICS ON GENIUS

cheetah paws

Has it arrived? 
The hesitant resurfacing of the sublime, 
from the confines of ambition. 
The quivering admission of we’re not so different you and I. 
Thus urge the gut, trust lest you regress. 
Sun kissed, my feet swept. Upend the oath kept. 
Weary arms outstretched, I unexpect. 
Wary, I inch toward it. Fearful the artform distorts it. 
Rather clumsily catch and set free than bask in what’s left to let be. 

Family car ride, dad passenger side, now I drive. 
City lights meant naptime, 
I’d wake when we’d pull through the gate. 
Least I could do for a birthday. 
Most I could say was a smile. Inside, I soared. 
Mom said she saw me crying through a window, 
left me to dry my eyes with the group.
She said to herself, “Someday, he’ll make it through,
Someday, he’ll know what I always knew.” 
One day, she told me that came true. 
I weeped like fireworks. 
My sister and I thumbing through records, laughing like we used to. 
Time traveling, salvaging innocence, polishing, restoring. Mending. 
Future can wait, I’m sated remembering. 
Not without its thorns. Roses vigorously plucked,
A beauty worth bleeding for.
Breathing like I mean it more. 
The privilege to people watch. 
Imagining. A narrative is alive where you only enrichen.
I promise I’ll publish it. Nonfiction. When I find my footing.
The miracle of finding our footing. 
Embarrass me. Tear me to shreds. 
More confetti to celebrate us reuniting. 
Basking in the failure to capture. 
This doesn’t deserve art.

Failing Capturing

Love story short, 
senior me left my sophomore girlfriend
when I left for university. 
Textbook ending. 

Eight years spent complicating. 
Methodically branching like lightning slow through a slab o' wood. 
Calculating. Labyrinth mapping. 
Trial testing paths, juggling potentials.
Primed for the instant I flutter, 
when the jitters reawaken from their jittery slumber. 
I choose my own misadventure and wonder 
how this will end.

Which pain?
I know the unrequited kind 
like the back of my unheld hand. We've met. 
God forbid it's a road I haven't simulated traveling yet.
What if we click, we court, we kiss, we commit, 
and months in, you uncover to your chagrin 
the undeserving charlatan I have always been, and we split? 
The end, start again. 

Or, what if 
we join and form a bond strong enough to call home, 
a promise lifelong to forge a future only our own, 
us envisioning honeymoons, nurseries, nursing homes, 
then I meet someone new, and desecrate all we have ever known? 
I'm no saint. I won't feign like infidelity's not a feasible failstate. 
Believe me, this messenger would shoot himself 
over the pathways these possibilities pave. 
Let me count the ways your innocent heart could break
multiplied by the rate at which I blame you for mistakes 
to the power of infinity unpredictabilities. 
How many storybook togethers 
have regret splattered on their last page? 
And most frightening of all, 

what if 
we fall, 
and in your arms, I feel the fear fade, 
and you free my heart from its calculated cage? 
What if… 

There's no way. 
Which pain? There has to be pain. 
Your warmth briefly heals 
but what's real always returns more afraid. 
How will this end? 
I lie, I cheat, I do you wrong. 
How could I ever stay calm 
when even the truest love 
only lasts so long?

Heaven forbid, 
what if this lasts
forever?

The Fatalist

She has life. 
Eyes unlocking a universe. 
She has grit.
Firm unrelenting steadfastness 
safeguarding a heart fragile. 
She has a past she veils, pain felt needless, 
that she retells virtuosically as a heroine’s blossoming. 
She is poetry. Her voice incarnates. 
Her arms somehow outstretch unshielded for embrace. 
She has no despair, no rivals. Just trouble-tested armor,
and a longing for a betterness beyond her. 
And she has 

Him. 
His shoulders. His tender true grasp. 
He has soul, warmth, space forever free for shelter. 
She has trust. He has devotion to furthering. 
His aura, beckoning moments to emerge unashamed.
He has dreams of an elsewhere together, 
and the power to get there. 
He keeps faith through the suffering they share. 
Welcoming tears shed. Protecting, providing. 
And if ever he folds, he has 

Them. 
Budding young blessings. Wellsprings of potential. 
They have home, to return to from a world they must explore. 
Boundless wonder. Opportunities for glorious failure. 
Introductions. Forgettings. Discovering what stays.
They have time. They have guides.
They have him. They have her. 
And they all have each other. 

I have nothing. 
I need nothing.

For Them

Fans Believe You

🎶don’t sit on my fence, get out or get in then🎶

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/dartizt

Artwork by: https://soundcloud.com/wetdaytimetable

Lyrics: https://genius.com/miles-powers-fans-believe-you-lyrics

SPOTIFY etc.

Fans Believe You

i leave when i want to stay 
i fade when you say my name  
say i’m not yours yeah, but you don’t delete me 
swear it’s the last time
same loop, you repeat me.
hold on tight, let me squeeze you right
low light spin, let the neon write
teeth on my lip
little sugar bite

Failing Capturing

mr. master