This track is about the chaos I experienced when coming out and transitioning. I hope you enjoy.

Changing

full version is gonna have saturn on it

PROD BY SATURN (https://soundcloud.com/starboisaturn)
- https://www.instagram.com/stvrbxisaturn/

LYRICS:

[INTRO]:

and I felt like I was two different people leading two different lives
I felt like a passenger in my own body
uhm
I ignored very conflicting feelings and thoughts

[AIDEZ]:

they see my name ain't no missin it
I feel omnipotent
my fame persist
they stay pissed
while they lay mark em down on my list
bet they up in my biz
something's smelling like shit

like your breath stank bitch
don't talk to me
I got your girl she sending photos 
she wanna fly out to me
tired of all these dumb hoes
they want to get violent with me?
they see that all my homies dogs and we gon fly right off the leash

like

fuck you gonna say
you get your takes off of reddit
you're so lame, it's a shame
sayin shit you can't edit
I'm cybernetic, brain electric
poppin off if you let it
they look pathetic, so synthetic
choppa cough they regret it

chopping off his head
talking fake he gon get it
I serve it to em on a plate
what's the dead to a menace
tripping on his words
cuz he said it then dread it
I pull up ripping him to thirds
cuz when I said it I meant it

BETTER RUN AWAY
WE DON'T PLAY GAMES
THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN SAY
WHEN YOUR CHAIN HANGIN
PARLAY WITH THE K
LEAVE YOU LAME BRAINED
WE'LL NEVER BE THE SAME
WE SOME GREAT APES BITCH

THINK YOU GOT A FUCKING SHOT AT THE THRONE
YOU WRONG
PULL UP WIT A SAWN
STOMPIN HEADS LIKE MASTODON
DON'T GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO GET A TASTE
WE'LL GET YOU GONE
MOST OF Y'ALL BEEN FAKE
WE A WHOLE NEW ECHELON

lookin ill, like I ain't got my flu shot
catch me in a coupe 
I make the tool pop, I'm too hot
pop out wit a 50 cal got snipers up on the roof top
hit him in his thoughts 
bet these guns could make a giraffe drop

dead eye
you need a fade? let me loose
ima do it my self
the k gon clear out the room
fuckin wit the set ima do what I got do
fuck you gonna do lil boy im coming for your crew

liar liar set your place on fire
think that boy dan schneider
I'm gon stomp his face
fiction writer hop up off my spire
think that boy a rider I'm gon run his fade

I'm a zombie way I come for your brain
crush your village boy I'm looking like pain
take your wallet anything for the gain
cybernetics wired we ain't the same

CYBERNETICS! (SNIPPET) (PROD. SATURN)

Maybe I’m still foolish 
Maybe I’m just on a rainbow wishing
I would stop my fishing 
Maybe sometimes I wish I’d open the blinds and you’d be there
Staring in my eyes 
What a nice surprise
Maybe I’m still foolish 
Maybe I’m just 
Blind with faith
I really think we’ll win this race 
I
I don’t think it’s that bad
Nothin I can’t come back from 
You wanna come back home?
Maybe I’m still foolish 
Maybe I’m still childish 
To think that true love really exist
In between the fights, the lies and the crying nonstop, crying
I kinda felt like dying 
So now I’m back, and forth
I keep going back-and-forth
Maybe I’m still foolish 
Or maybe I just love unconditionally
Maybe that’s not good for me
And still here I am not waiting. Just praying.
I’m not waiting. I’m Just praying. Maybe

@𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔶𝔩𝔢 (prod. Sk8miles)

Lyrics:

Takin’ these pills outta salvation, uh
Keeping my mind off the basement, fuck
I hit em, I get em, I got em yuh
Overwatch the death of society, stuck at the bottom, yuck 
Pay homage to the sacrifice of a chosen one so watch what you’re calling luck hah

Over it all, my ears are deaf, I will not watch mainstream
Consume madness where all demons loom, I’m boutta take em down
New lies everyday, this x rated circus show just makes me rage 

Out of the dark wit the darkest of lyrics, it’s steep, I feel it deep in my spirit 
Foresold the jezebel Jesuit agenda energy leering bitch fuck your clearance 
If I gotta fight the good fight for peace of mind then I’ll pack a flak jacket
Tell me which act are you casting cause I’m boutta put that shit in the casket
Ready to play, the score I’m betting to settle it uh yuh
Instead he afraid, stalking my page, talking without any evidence uh
My pain made me go celibate, my dame is not even relevant uh
Heavy enraged, the Vatican jokers gon surely feel all of it, wha

Takin’ these pills outta salvation, uh
Keeping my mind off the basement, fuck
I hit em, I get em, I got em yuh
Overwatch the death of society, stuck at the bottom, yuck 
Pay homage to the sacrifice of a chosen one so watch what you’re calling luck hah

Over it all, my ears are deaf, I will not watch mainstream
Consume madness where all demons loom, I’m boutta take em down
New lies everyday, this x rated circus show just makes me rage 

Fighting, I’m luffy give a quick punchline one piece 
Barking at the wrong tree feeling like loose leaf so bitch calm it we in a movie 
Wouldn’t date porno coochie surely it’ll take a lot just to Mary moody 
Writing and drew in my diary but I’m not playing the role of Julie 
In the middle of a manic episode, it wouldn’t matter if you push me off the edge
I’m starting to lose my head, pausing at climax would change the climate won’t matter
I’ll still come inside of this riot 
I flow like liquid, stay solid spiritually and spit this gas while I keep one eye to the past 

Takin’ these pills outta salvation, uh
Keeping my mind off the basement, fuck
I hit em, I get em, I got em yuh
Overwatch the death of society, stuck at the bottom, yuck 
Pay homage to the sacrifice of a chosen one so watch what you’re calling luck hah

Over it all, my ears are deaf, I will not watch mainstream
Consume madness where all demons loom, I’m boutta take em down
New lies everyday, this x rated circus show just makes me wanna rage

Red Pill Rage (Prod. BadSoul)

stop that lyin pls!

Lyrics:

I got too much in my mental lemme rack up what to say

I been through this I been knew this girl you know what i'mma bouta state

My purpose ain't to fool I only want you tru-ly

no false intentions no new mentions but I'll solely speak to you (who?)

no tricks i don't gamble, i can't risk her anymore

but I ain't board I can play if you want but I ain't here to ramble

I just need a signal I need you really tryin

Cause this thing can only work if we don't bullshit so stop that lyin


just stop it, just stop it, just stop with them words

I'm gettin tired of you sayin things like "why are we gettin worse"

Don't be bringin down my name doin that will get us nowhere

just listen when I assure you that nothing else can compare



get out that door and step out

I'm out the curb by right now

don't be standing there I see you fidget archin eyebrows

take a step you think oh no

I smile you startin to know

I'll rev the 5.0 and drop the top feel the wind no thoughts


I got too much in my mental lemme rack up what to say

I been through this I been knew this girl you know what i'mma bouta state

My purpose ain't to fool I only want you tru-ly

no false intentions no new mentions but I'll solely speak to you (who?)

no tricks i don't gamble, i can't risk her anymore

but I ain't board I can play if you want but I ain't here to ramble

I just need a signal I need you really tryin

Cause this thing can only work if we don't bullshit so stop that lyin

STOP THAT LYN!

The Son of Sam killed dark-haired women, but not blondes. This is about his theoretical love/appreciation for the latter

Lyrics:

Hello, I’m the Son of Sam
It’s awfully fine to meet ya
Come feel the power of this .44
That’ll surely teach ya

No, I don’t hate women
The demons told me to
Unfortunately, it must be you 
Your long dark hair is just no good
I really wish you were…

Chorus: Fair-haired girls, fair-haired girls
Rock my world, fair-haired girls 
Fair-haired girls, I love ‘em fair-haired girls 

That damn dog keeps me up all night 
Puts me in a fright 
I’m goin crazy, no end in sight 
No, I can’t see the light

Chorus

Hello, I’m the Son of Sam
It’s awfully fine to meet ya 
Come feel the power of this .44
That’ll surely teach ya 

No, I don’t hate women 
The demons told me to
Unfortunately, it must be you 
Your long dark hair is just no good
I really wish you were…

Chorus 

Fair-haired! (4x)

Fair haired girls

Gone in the wind | made on the Rapchat app (prod. by Elysium Beats)

Ghostly White

Several recordings of a jam session on the tunes Impossibilities (an original written by me), and Impressions by John Coltrane. Recorded in mid to late 2017.

Sean Lewis - Guitar
Aiden Cunningham - Drums

STOP THAT LYN!

Off-Licht

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