Distinctive Tribe - Ease The Pain [Prod. Nine]

Nine - Enter Right.m4a

PRINCE RUE X ZO GLIZZY - GO!

(Chorus)

Yeah yeauhhh yeauhhh

Yeah to the left to right
 she want percs another night (another night)

I’m too high I caught a flight
Gotta catch another flight

Uhhh ohhh

Yeah did it in the same night
I know she gon feel my vibe 

Even thought she not my type
Got a feeling now got a feeling now

(Verse)
Yeah got a feeling got my heart racing…racing
Wanna know my name I’m not saying…saying

We not living life in a normal basis 
I’ve been tripping out I’m not seeing normal faces

I’ve been going too fast got me hitting two fifty
Me and my cup no such thing as it been too filthy 

I just hit New York i don’t know but it’s a new city
Don’t know how I feel but I know I’m in a high rise
High rise

Uhhh ohhh
Uhhh ohhh
Uhhh ohhh

(Chorus)

Yeah to the left to right
 she want percs another night (another night)

I’m too high I caught a flight
Gotta catch another flight

Uhhh ohhh

Yeah did it in the same night
I know she gon feel my vibe 

Even thought she not my type
Got a feeling now got a feeling now

left to right (prod. jissa)

verse : 

fuck voice of change man i can only be the voice for me 

and i been low I'm hyperbolic with my dopamine 

the blinding lights it makes me heavy on em' hope-fully's

she play my songs say i'm a different speaker socially 


she love my humour but there's depth behind the voice, the man 

behind the guy she hears on every single rhyme i rap 

gives her access to behind the man to be exact

if she only knew the type of shit I'm holding back 


this ain't one for all em' dissertation videos 

about my play on words and how I got that jiggy flow 

this one 7 grams of diesal in we high as fuck 

thinking how the hell i'm taking all my brudda's out 


ain't no silent nights for me my hood don't ever sleep 

i heard her cry, i heard her bleed 
i heard the way she screamed

she play the victim way too much, she causing killing spree's 

she's why niggas never get to meet their mini me's 



i live my life to be a better man than yesterday 

not for those who couldn't play the man that i portray

RAF, me & the homies getting rich off pain

and never rode no waves, we getting ours a more authentic way 



half of me he want the throne from like a couple kings 

don't hang my head in shame when
hanging heads on fucking sticks 

does my hunger cause a rush of blood or is it lust in me 

aiya either way we getting paid for freedom speech 


the other half don't give a fuck about an empty crown 

he more concerned about getting lost in sonic sounds 

rich or not in twenty years I'd still be chopping drums 

cause i love the music way more than i love myself 


[ said I love the music way more than i love myself 

yeah i love the music way more than i love myself 

rich or not in twenty years I'd still be chopping drums 

cause i love the music way more than i love myself ]

twenty years w/ Kailo

The Message

Under the glow of Neon Streetlights, the night comes alive with a pulse that unites us. This high-energy electronic dance track celebrates the idea that each of us is a streetlight; shining in our own unique way, yet stronger together. 

Just as streetlights line the path & illuminate the dark, we connect to one another, casting ripples of brightness that light up the world for the better. 

While this sounds like just another dance track, it's more. It’s a reminder that your energy matters, & when we stand together, we create a brilliant constellation across the streets of life.

✨ Composed & Produced: Pixie Post
✨ Mixed & Mastered: Richard Patrick Davey (RPD)

Neon Streetlights

This is a goodbye for now song.  Its was produced by myself with my homie SebastiAn addin extra sauce here and there.  Taking a break but wanted to leave u w something special and from the heart.  Ull be hearing me featured on my friends albums but as far as me, I gotta step into the shadows and focus on my other dreams.  Ima miss yall.  But hopefully this song fills u up w joy, and motivates u to keep going.  Love yall

-Scott

NOTHING'S REAL (There it goes)

SHOEPERMAN