How many xansx in my pocket shit i forgot

cLoudMac💙

prod by masked man

https://soundcloud.com/benbeal
https://soundcloud.com/isaaczale
https://soundcloud.com/cnclcultr

mixed & mastered by masked man

RQST

Spotify / Apple Music

RQST (feat Ben Beal, Isaac Zale & Cancel Culture)

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Down and down it goes...

Lyrics:
I try to forget we happened, I try to not think of you
but all my thoughts still take your shape and imitate the things you do
there’s shades of you inside the lake beneath a static gibbous moon
can’t shake the stubborn memories from our romantic interludes

can’t escape the melancholy as the spiral’s turning downward
it’s a bed of blooming orchids and a pyro burning flowers
it’s hours that turn to weeks, our dates replay in random loops
upon the surface of these two vortexes gazing back at you

I’m just a fool who thought he was clever with plans in motion
romantic notions, who would handle rejection and withstand corrosion
(but I’m a) gossamer web of canceled connections 
dismantled affection, (and you’re a) haunted house of mirrors with scrambled reflections

it’s a rampant infection of doubts, the clouds that veil my face
shrouds of shadows that flit over me - a crown of pale light rays
it’s the inhale and the plunge below the memories I’m submerged in
it’s the nice view from a month ago, when everything was perfect

I try to forget we happened, try to think of something else
I tried to drown the entire thing inside a drink but nothing helps
it’s hell, affected mental health, I tried to tackle the feelings
take a sledgehammer to your pedestal, but can’t manage to swing it

(Cuz I was) infatuated with you, it’s that forks of lightning tingle
it’s that feeling of my heart exploding forth in brightened pixels
it’s the feeling of losing that feeling, feeling like I fucked it up
the thoughts evolved, they’re peeling off the ceiling tiles to run amok

don’t hear the silver linings, it’s unbearable, it’s bullshit
having you here right beside me is the only scenario I’m cool with
I don’t want to forget but I have to, I know I should just move on
delete the socials, and our messages, then I’ll be good with you gone

cuz I know that just because I felt it, that doesn’t mean it’s real
I know the reasons you told me, but not the ones you keep concealed
I got too comfortable with you beneath a motionless moon
I just hope as time oozes forward that I’ll get over it soon

Downward (prod. ibrahim)

for the girl I just fell for.

I only met her yesterday. 
She said it was nice to meet me. 
And I would've said the same 
if the floor was still underneath me, 
but I left it with that greeting. 
Though fleeting, I would’ve fallen there
if I didn't notice that I responded 
with an awkward stare.
I said, “Hi.” 
But I wanted to say, 
“Your eyes are amazing,
a maze I want to get lost in until I die. 
Like I'm sure the angels join you when you cry, 
and I'm sure they rejoice again when you smile.” 
But I'll save that for another time.
She laughs. And I can't tell if it's at me, 
or 'cause I'm actually making her happy. 
Exactly thirty seconds have past me, 
and I'm already at the flower shop,
thinkin’ if I should take these roses out or not. 
Like I've been thinkin’ way too hard about this.
I don't even need to write a song about this.
I don't wanna always have you on my mind 
but I know deep down inside

I'd walk five hundred miles 
to fall down at your doorstep.
Can't explain the feeling that you give me.
But all I know is I just want some more.

Saw her for the second time. 
She said she hopes that she sees me soon.
And I don't know what that means to you. 
But it seems to me that we've 
got something up both our sleeves 
and I think I catch a glimpse of it 
every time that you leave. 
Both of the times that you left, 
I wanted you to come back. 
And I just hope you feel the same. 
I don't mean to have you all inside my brain. 
But you've really got me chained. 
I even saw you in my dream. 
Tell me have I gone insane 
or am I just in lucky situations? 
Seein’ a girl like you 
two times two days in a row.
If you're ready to ride, 
then I'm rarin’ to go.
But let's take it slow. 
'Cause I've been thinkin’ way too hard about you.
I don't even need to write a song about you.
I don't wanna always have you on my mind 
but I know deep down inside

500 miles [prod. by mr. master]

I guess the afterlife is crazy after all...

Produced by Raven.
Mixed and Mastered by @polearm. 
Artwork by Dog Eat Dog Designs. (https://bit.ly/2VPPYYg)

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-the-life-and-times-of-the-already-dead-lyrics

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The Life And Times Of The Already Dead

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----> prod. https://soundcloud.com/halberd-3000 <----

who r u (feat. love-sadKiD) [prod. Halberd]

- super fun to collab with cloudy and ollie on this one, they killed it. I hope you guys enjoy this one as we put a lot of effort in making the best sound possible :) x

- artwork is done by josh, link to his portfolio in my bio x

lullaby w/ cloud mac, ollie hill

Prod. @abembeats
Mix. @ibr
Art. @passive155 (on twitter)

Lyrics:
Forest falls with beads of sweat, you've been chopping trees again/
you've been talking sweet revenge, with disembodied feline heads/
you can feel it in your molecules, it swirls inside your bones/
you want a world of your own, so you can burn it down and grow/
but the roots, they writhe like tentacles and never let go/
axe head will lay those pesky woods to rest with death blows/
don't choke or cough on fluids in your helmet, red bones/
and murder weapons swept up in a millisecond, get thrown/
around in flash floods, don't nod off, knock knock/
have to meet the quota like, chop chop, chop chop/
all your dearest friends are horizontal trees/
you barely eat and rarely sleep, mountains bottom row of teeth/

It's all you've ever known, cus it's all you ever do/
and it's all you'll ever know, cus it's all you'll ever do/
gather the forest and rip it all down/
until that dim blue sun has winked itself out/

You're looking so stagnant, transfixed on red stars/
blunt hatchet, you're scratching nonsense in dead bark/
lifelong interlude, trenchfoot, ships all set off/
on strong winds that had blew, while you're stuck in dense fog/
still swinging, still chipping it forevermore/
never make it to the sea, never with the rest ashore/
rest assured, you'll be here 'til you're one with the forest floor/
as some forage forced to fork your fortune over for the force/
of nature at your door, knock knock, vent a little bit/ 
let your arm extension fell the mess your living in/ 
woodchips explode, puked out the head of an axe/
make it blot out sun, and then you'll get to relax/

Chop Chop

Sample from @shiloh-dynasty instagram.

Produced and mixed by me.
Second verse by @cloudmacx

From "Entropy" dropping in 2018

Entropy

Trust

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Trust Feat. Cloud Mac

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/cloudmacx & PC Pete

Produced by: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkPE_gRazT9nG4nHBMb5dQA

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[HOOK - Miles Powers & PC Pete]
Relax your muscles this distraction’s just a couple minutes
In fact I think you're fucked right after ‘cause it's back to business
So let's sit back and crack a pack of six to blur your vision
And rap with acid flows I'm askin’ if they even listen


[VERSE 1 - PC Pete]
I seen better days, better blaze in a daze
How I stay when I get away, least I got bowl
And I ate off a dinner plate, you know they say
It’s the little things, have a drink gotta

Celebrate, little rock out the cellophane
Little talk bout some little things, t ain't rained
In a month imma go insane, little blunt fuck it make it big
Cause it’s love but you know that

Love’s always taking hits, hits out the blunt
Getting vapor lit lit for a month outta paper shit
Shit I been drunk since a baby kid
Bitch say it’s love but my baby left, fifth fifth of the 

Month I’m just breaking in my liver live it up while you living
I give a fuck if you wit it I’m tryna make it big
No I’m not, I’m just tryna find my fucking wallet
While I’m dodging cops, how many xanny in my

Pocket bitch I done forgot, how many xannys are you
Popping just to stop the thoughts, bout a boatload!!
I see the waves crashing in hope you float bro
How many ways can you fuck ask my coke hoes

Dope nose froze in the snow living so cold
D LO in the know I love no hoe
I’m a wolf in a wolves clothes
On the roof burning woods slow.. but I bet I’m in a

Wool sweater letterman, getting head again
Damn she let him in? Duh bitch I’m a motherfucking
Veteran, with a head full of sedatives
And it is what I said it is

[HOOK - Miles Powers & PC Pete]

[VERSE 2 - Miles Powers]
Ten till three CD in the works, read read
Too far in the words if it all works fuck it
I ain't dream dream dream nothing
I ain't sleep sleep I ain't need this

Knee deep on the creep creep man I bleed this
All too conceited, crawlin depleted solve with a
Call from the homies, rhymes from the dome piece
Lying if I don't say I don't need nothin

Lines in row get the blow insufflate
I ain't bluffin way to far sufferin’
Puffin this J and I'm Kool-Aid sippin
Bluray rippin’ I be too far trippin

Large roots, 'bove ground, when I come round
Leave em dumbfound, as a gun sound
In the white suburbs, write with the sight of a love bird
Write with the depth of a sunburn, ay

Tryna fit it get it all in one word, ay
I admit it all in one verse, ay
One song too long move along it's a new day
Gotta spit a new way… 

Ain't yall trouble man better prove then
Eight ball couple grams get it movin
Involved in a plan of improvement
Ain't solve with a trance but it's soothin’

[HOOK - Miles Powers & PC Pete]

[VERSE 3 - Cloud Mac]
I was born in the black light
Never looking back, never gonna think twice
I’m nice on the mic when I describe right 
Pull into the fight like “yo”

But sometimes I struggle to write it all up
The brain comes in with the Yip Man block, yea
The hands move around and around on the clock, 
The plans break down, down, down in the spot

And everybody needs a little help sometimes,
Sometimes, I like to
Get a little jolly and puff some pines,
Some pines, some pines

And if that don’t work then I’ll try something else
TV on silent the image just melts
Black and white romance until it is felt
Attacking my trance up until it dispels

And when that don’t work I go out with my friends
Do something stupid that we can’t defend
Depends, we got the time to spend.
I got some lies that I will spread

And after it all I go back to my house
Get to my mic and then get it all out
Back to business got to get all this clout
Yea, you just learned all ‘bout the cloud.

[HOOK X 2 - Miles Powers & PC Pete]

Back to Business (feat. Cloud Mac & PC Pete)

liquor and nicotine w/ oclout

the finest of things w/ kryptonite

Rituals (feat Sora D)(prod. EZEKEY)

Produced and mixed by @marcthepoet
Remix of Kali Uchis' "Loner" @kaliuchis
Enjoy 
My instagram: Nickeloedon

Noner (Loner Remix) (Prod. Marc)

LISTEN ON YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/SvwhKDrld9I
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Funny thing about motivation.
It’s not a week long seminar 
at some beachside resort and spa. 
Ice breakers with nice strangers. 
Distrustful trust falls. 
Seven easy, twelve easy, 
twenty-five easy steps and that’s all. 
Some people need that. 
A format, a road map. 
They’re so lost about where they wanna go, 
they don’t even know where they’re at. 
And it works. 
But once you dig yourself out of that hole, 
it’s not like the film ends and the credits roll, it’s- 
The funny thing about motivation is it’s not a party. 
It’s not a drum beat in your chest 
echoing through your body. 
Each day isn’t a dragon to slay, 
a battle for your army. 
Temporary life mottos 
scribbled in permanent Sharpie. 
Some people need those. 
Credos. Words to live by. 
Metaphors and allegories to fit yourself inside. 
And it works. 
But take away the glitz and the guts 
and let that luster get a little rust... 
The funny thing about motivation is… 
is that it’s disappointing. 
All it really boils down to 
is strengthening your inner voice 
and that’s not loud, that’s not bright, 
that’s not an interesting story. 
Books don’t get written about 
small personal victories 
because that would be boring. 
But small personal victories 
are what’s truly human. 
Funny thing about motivation is that 
it’s not a crowd chanting over moving music. 
It’s a single pat on your back saying, 
“You can do this.”

It’s muted.
It’s quiet. 
Sometimes it’s silent.

Funny thing about procrastination. 
Sometimes it's not 'cause you're lazy. 
Snoozin' your alarm so you can stay asleep 
every day of the week until the due date's reached. 
Stayed up all night to turn it in late, incomplete. 
Some people do that. 
Who can't? 
Chapter 2 Math 
sounds so much sadder than 
afternoon nap. 
So you don't work. 
But it’s not just putting off for later 
so you can watch some vlogger’s day first. 
I heard somebody 
who studied decision making 
for years get asked, 
“Have you gotten better at 
making decisions in your own life?” 
He said no. 
Right? 
Like if he was researching this whole time, 
how does he not know by now? 
But the funny thing is
being smarter doesn’t make you more productive. 
You just get better at justifying your poor judgement. 
More convincing excuses. 
More lenient sentences. 
Better intentions to pave the road to hell with. 
All this to say that I’m not lazy. 
I just trust that tomorrow me 
will be wiser than today me. 
Blindly, faithfully. 
Trusting the process. 
But if I give it all to God, so to speak, 
what have I got left? 
If I keep pushing the deadlines back, 
I’ll be dead by the time I react. 
And that’s not laziness. 
Or maybe it is that. 
Funny thing about procrastination. 
It hits back. 

It’s a tought fight.
And I’ve lost sight. 
But I’m still tryin’. 
I’ll be alright.

funny thing [prod. by mr. master]

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

Track two of "Make Way For Goodbyes" with @cloudmacx

Produced by: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7Vp1dmUggC1Xq0pol5QY1w

Lyrics: https://genius.com/cloud-mac-and-miles-powers-eat-my-soul-lyrics

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Eat My Soul

Hailing from Portland, Oregon, Miles began making music in 2016. In 2018 they became a founding member of punk-rock-inspired internet rap group @staydeadboys, and began their solo career in earnest in 2020.

Miles’ music reflects and embraces the contradictions of life and identity, of confidence and humility, of autonomy and limit, of humor and even joy in sadness. When we befriend our pain it dissipates. When we share our parallel journeys from a place of authenticity and ownership, vulnerability is a strength. Art is a spiritual practice that can be as serious or as lightweight as the moment calls for.

Miles is working on their debut album.

In their early teens Miles memorized an encyclopedia of lyrics while falling in love with the writing, craft, and conviction of artists like Big L, Rakim, and Ms. Lauryn Hill. Like many contemporaries (such as JID and Sylvan LaCue), Miles’ work centers on interpreting the spirit and sensibilities of an earlier generation of hip-hop through the lenses of modern aesthetics and of their own life and experiences.

Back to Business (feat. Cloud Mac & PC Pete)

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