indie??

Bipolar

YKWIM?

Good God!

Nothing's New

Mama's Boy

The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

My Love Mine All Mine

This Is How Tomorrow Moves

Real Man

How To Be A Human Being

Take A Slice

Salad Days

Chamber Of Reflection

"Get You" (feat. Kali Uchis)
Written by Daniel Caesar & Kali Uchis
Produced by Jordan Evans & Matthew Burnett
Music by Jordan Evans, Matthew Burnett, BADBADNOTGOOD, Ian Culley & Wes Allen
Mixed & Mastered by Riley Bell

"Japanese Denim"
Written by Daniel Caesar
Produced by BADBADNOTGOOD, Matthew Burnett & Jordan Evans
Music by BADBADNOTGOOD, Matthew Burnett, Jordan Evans, Daniel Caesar & Ian Culley
Mixed & Mastered by Riley Bell

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Get You - Single

Music Video

Get You (feat. Kali Uchis)

Puberty 2

I Bet on Losing Dogs

Bury Me At Makeout Creek

Francis Forever

Dark Red

Be the Cowboy

Washing Machine Heart

Nobody

Prom Queen

Offering

Gilded Lily

written and performed by dreamer isioma
produced by c. medina
mixed & mastered by dreamer isioma + frankie scoca

lyrics (sorry mom lol)

Fuck niggas always tryna take my shit
How you gone feel when I go take your bitch nigga
And I don't mean your chick
Bitches these days are so sensitive

You walk that walk
Talking blah blah blah
Who you think run your block
The government the opps your enemies
Gotta eat gotta get money by any means
I’m switching up I'm a boss I'm getting mean
She wanna be with a boss with royalty
I lay her down in my BDG ripped jeans
I laid it now she's addicted a fucking fiend
She got around now she’s fucking the whole squad
That pussy lookin like the sign of the cross on God
Leaning to the side it’s spilling water
Smashed then passed

Fuck niggas always tryna take my shit
How you gone feel when I go take your bitch nigga
And I don't mean your chick
Bitches these days are so sensitive

I’d never sell out for a check you stupid mutha fucka
I'll buy a house and on my own I put that on my mother
My babe's gon' rock Christian Dior I put that on my lover
My babe’s in school he is so pure
Golden
Rose gold all over my arms
Tattoos I know that he loves it
I know I know that he loves it
He loves that we are in love

The government the oops my enemies
Gotta get this money i'll do it by any means 
I need a hundred million dollars fix these broken streets
Playing it for keeps they play playing for keeps
The government the oops my enemies
Gotta get this money i'll do it by any means 
I need a hundred million dollars fix these broken streets
Playing it for keeps they play playing for keeps

Love love love love
Love love love love
Love love love love

Sensitive

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Sometimes, Mitski feels life would be easier without hope, or a soul, or love. But when she closes her eyes and thinks about what’s truly hers, what can’t be repossessed or demolished, she sees love. “The best thing I ever did in my life was to love people,” she says. “I wish I could leave behind all the love I have after I die, so I can shine all this goodness, all this good love that I’ve created onto other people.” She hopes her newest album, The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We, will shine love long after she’s gone. That’s precisely how it feels: like a love that’s haunting the land.

“This is my most American album,” she says. The music feels like a profound act of witnessing this country, in all of its private sorrows and painful contradictions. Sonically Mitski’s most epic and wise album, the songs introduce wounds and then actively heal them. Here, love is time-traveling to bless our tender days, like light from a distant star.

It's full of the ache of the grown-up, seemingly mundane heartbreaks and joys that are often unsung but feel enormous. It’s a tiny epic. From the bottom of a glass, to a driveway slushy with memory and snow, to a freight train barreling through the Midwest, and all the way to the moon, it feels like everything and everyone is crying out in pain, arching towards love. Love is that inhospitable land, beckoning and then rejecting us. To love this place, this earth, this America, this body takes work. It might be impossible. The best things are.

Washing Machine Heart

Mitski

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