A collection of heart-felt and soul filled songs in hopes in resonates with many. Let the feelings flow.

Written by Sean Gale.

When I met you

Written, Mixed & Mastered By Mitch Palmer
Produced by dragosmarcus
Day 1 of releasing a new song EVERYDAY !
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LYRICS -
I been going stupid
I been going hard,
fuck that boy called cupid,
I’ve been with the stars,
heart been out of service I’m the boy on mars,

I been going stupid
I been going hard,
fuck that boy called cupid,
I’ve been with the stars,
heart been out of service I’m the boy on mars,
if your feeling insecure go get that money up,
turn the pain into the paper ain’t that funny yuh,
and I swear to god these drugs they fuck my tummy up,
but they the only thing that ever keep me numb enough,

she in the party next door like fuck that should be here,
walk in that bitch by myself,
fuck that I don’t need your help,
stumbling all on the floor, 
she done really fuck my health,
up yuh,
smoking all by myself i fill my lungs right up,
speaking all on my name i fill your bitch right up,
imma just let em hate i stack that money right up
I dont care or give a fuck,
I eat my cake like belly up,
run it up like stamin up,
change her life like pack a punch,
she know i pack a punch

I been going stupid
I been going hard,
fuck that boy called cupid,
I’ve been with the stars,
heart been out of service I’m the boy on mars,
if your feeling insecure go get that money up,
turn the pain into the paper ain’t that funny yuh,
and I swear to god these drugs they fuck my tummy up,
but they the only thing that ever keep me numb enough,

I don’t know myself but i don’t need him,
lost him in the past,
I’ve been living fast,
lost him in the drag,
sorry had to crash,
I’ve been making cash,

money blow it,
tote it up up,
money blow it,
fuck it up up,
money blow it,
I’ve had enough of it,
money blow it,
throw it up up,
money blow it,

molly on my tongue and I’m not talking blondie,
she take it off like panorama do it for me,
took her to the sky ain’t coming down all week,
walking through the fire and I fuckin bought the breeze,

I just do this shit with ease,
need to make my P’s,
if she wanna be with me gotta be my peace,
if she wanna roll my weed fuck it roll my weed,
if she wanna roll with me gotta match the speed,
and she get right on her knees like she saying please,

I been going stupid
I been going hard,
fuck that boy called cupid,
I’ve been with the stars,
heart been out of service I’m the boy on mars,
if your feeling insecure go get that money up,
turn the pain into the paper ain’t that funny yuh,
and I swear to god these drugs they fuck my tummy up,
but they the only thing that ever keep me numb enough,

BOY ON MARS

K!loAff3ct - Mr.Crayola (Prod Flavour x baylord x yoquiet)

i suffer from mental health problems this album is how i feel

Why Can't You Love Me

Hope yall enjoy, dont put your trust into everyone you may end up getting hurt but hey.. thats life

Bankrolls

By Mitch Palmer
Day 26 of dropping EVERYDAY !
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PARALYZED

By Mitch Palmer
Day 27 of dropping EVERYDAY !
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RUNNING TO NOTHING

Any Other Way HQ (transposed)

EXCLUSIVE

"Access to Life" is a ciphered indictment of the healthcare-industrial complex, where the right to life has been rebranded as the right to access — and access is sold at a premium. The lyric exposes how insurance companies, Big Pharma, and state-backed policy architects profit from human suffering, turning breath into a billable commodity and pain into a monetized asset.
Carved from lived frustration and systemic critique, Access to Life responds to a world where healthcare is hostage-taking and survival is priced. It maps how policy is shaped by donor-class interests, how coverage is denied through bureaucratic delay, and how the poor are priced out of dignity.
It’s a tribute to those navigating this system daily — the uninsured, the underpaid, the overbilled. The suite blends ciphered realism with emotional sharpness, turning testimony into sonic resistance.
The suite moves through four strategic verses:
Premiums on Breath: clinics as cash registers, life as subscription
The Donor Class Doctrine: lawmakers legislating for their sponsors
Hospitals as Hedge Funds: care delayed, profit accrued
The Fine Print of Survival: choice without means, contracts over creeds
The hook lands like gospel testimony:
Access to life, but not to care. Coverage denied while profits flare.

Access to Life   #Hip-hop R&B Cipher Rap

Shadows Cry

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