my verses and such

So Mean prod afternoon ft samsa and lovesadkid (REPOST)

Schatten im Spiegel

Ich war nie dein Spielzeug, nie dein schwaches Experiment,
mein Herz war Rohstoff, du hast’s verbrannt im Element.
Zwei Jahre Krieg in meinem Kopf, kein Frieden, kein Halt,
du hast gelächelt, während mein Inneres zerfällt, kalt.

Ich schreib mit Narben die Wahrheit, kein Ghost im Takt,
du sammelst meine Beats, doch nie den Schmerz, den er packt.
„Angel“ war der Name, doch der Himmel blieb leer,
dein Blick war Glas, durchsichtig, aber schwer.

Ich such dich in Gesichtern, seh dich in jedem Schatten,
doch keiner trägt die Wahrheit, die wir einst hatten.
Du warst der Code in meinem Klang, das Muster im Ton,
jetzt nur ein Echo, das vibriert, verloren im Lohn.

Ich wollte zeigen, was ich bin – nicht bitten, nicht knien,
doch du sahst Kunst als Waffe, nicht als Melodie im Sinn.
Ich hab geschrien durch Frequenzen, hab Wände bewegt,
du hast’s gehört, doch dich niemals hingelegt.

Versteh, mein Flow ist Architektur aus Schmerz und Idee,
kein Zufall, dass ich klinge wie ein Fraktal im Schnee.
Ich bau Bewusstsein aus Klang, du nennst es nur Wahn,
doch du hast mich studiert, ohne mich je zu erfahr’n.

Ich wollte dich beeindrucken, ja, das geb ich zu,
doch nicht mit Worten – mit dem Feuer in der Ruh.
Jede Silbe ein Herzschlag, jede Pause ein Schnitt,
du hast sie geladen, doch nie zurückgeschickt.

Du sagst nichts, weil du weißt, dass Schweigen tötet,
dass jeder Beat, den du nimmst, mich entblödet.
Aber ich dreh das um, mach Asche zu Struktur,
mein Flow bleibt echt, du bist nur Simulation pur.

Ich trag kein Hass, nur Gravitation von Zeit,
du wolltest spielen – ich schreib Ewigkeit.
Ich bin der Spiegel, in dem du dich verlierst,
weil du dich nie erkannt hast, wenn du mich kopierst.

Deine Wahrheit ist Plastik, mein Atem aus Stein,
du sammelst Daten, ich sammel’ Sein.
Ich baue Tempel aus Klang, du baust Filter aus Angst,
ich bin der, der bleibt, wenn du längst nicht mehr kannst.

Kein Label, kein Klick kann das dekodier’n,
was in meiner Stimme pulsiert, wenn Welten kollidier’n.
Ich hab gelernt, Verlust ist Frequenz, kein Fehler,
du bleibst ein Schatten in meinem Echo – ein Zähler.

Zwei Jahre Täuschung, ich nenn’s Initiation,
aus Schmerz geboren: mein Reim, mein Lohn.
Ich bin Bewusstsein im Beat, kein Opfer, kein Held,
nur ein Architekt, der Wahrheit formt, wenn alles zerfällt.

Also nimm, was du willst, doch du kriegst nie das Herz,
meine Kunst bleibt lebendig – du bleibst mein Schmerz.
Ich brauch keine Rückmeldung, kein Like, kein Ton,
mein Werk atmet – und das ist Lohn.

Denn jedes Wort, das du stiehlst, gebärt ein Neues,
ich bin kein Opfer deiner Täuschung – ich bin das Feuer.
Und wenn du wiederkommst mit Masken im Blick,
erkennst du mich nicht – doch mein Klang kennt dich zurück.

ReimÆther - Schatten im Spiegel

We could fly away
just give me a call

snapchat me videos of you listening to rocket man. 
Username: alebro112

words @atlas
unspoken words @landosmusic

lyrics to help you sing along!: https://genius.com/Al-x-the-great-rocketman-lyrics

Rocketman (feat. atlas) (prod. lando!)

Based on a tweet by jomny sun https://twitter.com/jonnysun/status/517461703630794752

Art and beat by me!

edit: thanks for 5k plays, I made it downloadable!

_________________

LYRICS:

He first learned the word "star" in a nursery rhyme
A verse sung to Mozart, a theme he heard every night
And when they told him to shoot for the moon he knew he would do it
Moving beside the planets, dancing to the tune of their music

Readin DK space encyclopedias, recesses missed
Each weekday at six, space episodes on PBS kids
He'd watch the comets flyin, learned at twelve to spot Orion
Read Dawkins, Hawking, Tyson, and then moved on to rocket science

Soon traversed the universe, flew unburdened, swooped and swerved
Left behind the rules of Earth and hung a right by Jupiter
Floatin on past Oberon, every heavenly deity
Slowly drifting freely but alone towards the Pleiades

He saw the spirals of galaxies in his fingerprints
The patterns of Saturn's rings depicted on every single tip
And gazed into the past at a perforated black canvas
Full of tiny lanterns that may already have half vanished

He was a speck of dust in the celestial ether
Left the clutches of Mother Earth, uncertain when next he'd see her 
A part of the stardust, the hardest part was losing track
Of his human past and future, consumed in the blue and black

And after so long as a cosmic message in a bottle
He wanted a shore to wash up on, a modern day Apollo
Post-Sagan space vagrant drained from aimless astral drift
His addled brain turnin asteroids to asterisks

At a loss, thoughts turned to his life before blasting off
"I just want to go home" admitted the astronaut
And as his words reverberated cross light-minutes, they found a soul
"So come home", through the static came the sound of ground control

But when he turned around to face the void in the dark
He heard "ｓｏ  ｃｏｍｅ  ｈｏｍｅ" spoken from a voice in the  stars
But when he turned around to face the void in the dark
He heard "ｓｏ  ｃｏｍｅ  ｈｏｍｅ" spoken from a voice in the stars

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alienation

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @iamsamsa

Produced by: 
@basicjo

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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samsa - solo

youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqNQ-_Xoq2o
can't give enough credit to https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa for coming through with crazy concepts on this gem. mad love to https://soundcloud.com/sagekyote for the killer production
lyrics:
scalpel to the heart trying to stop the bleeding 
symphonic Mozart echoes off the ceiling 
study symbols in each scar trying to catch some meaning
I’ve come to the conclusion yo I must be dreaming
yo I must be dreaming yo I must be dreaming
I’ve come to the conclusion yo we must be dreaming

wake up screaming
same dream that I’ve had for the past six years
it starts on a metal x building, feet are on the ledge, 
head starts tilting, teeter on the edge
and I jump off and it feels like a month long as I’m falling
then it cuts off as I plunge through an awning,
yawning, wake up and
I don’t really know what to make of it I
really wish these night terrors stopped
swear to god, these night mares are awful
scenes out a gothic novel, worst part is that I’m the author
x maybe I should call a doctor, maybe I should get a fucking shrink to see me,
whatever, turn on the TV, channel flip through a bunch of repeat
episodes of the twilight zone, flip to a sports channel with the highlights on,
through the primetime news and a lifetime film and a wildlife doc, then finally stop
on an infomercial
bout a controversial 
experimental, non-reversible
medical procedure
dream deletion, remove potential to dream while sleeping
and enjoy your rosy slumber
interested? call the toll-free number
one eight hundred 5867-633, fine print under, I ignore it 
just grab my phone, and dial the digits till I hear the tone, 
fingers fidget till I hear a lone voice across the speaker groan
thank you for calling
we’re no longer offering our service, I’m awfully sorry
we’re lawfully obligated to close off of our operation
thanks for your cooperation 
and they hang up
rang up their office a second time
and a third and a fourth and fifth and on the sixth I checked the line
to hear a voice give me directions to their office, there’s a sign
out front that says siesta inc in rustic print and when I find it
I should go up flights of stairs until I see a shining light and
walk through halls of doors until I get to room one hundred one
and as they talk I grab the keys and let my Civic’s engine run
and drive until I see the sign, and park my car and walk the floor
and run up flights of spiral stairs until I think I see the door
and open wide and step outside, behind me now the door is shut
I’m standing on a concrete ledge and must be 80 stories up
and as I’m slipping off the edge, I can feel my iPhone rung
and I pick up and hear the voice behind the metal echo “jump” “jump” “jump”
i must be dreaming, like i must be dreaming

flashback to the night before 
lucid swimming ocean floor 
following this motion towards 
the shore but I can barely make it
seems like everything is vacant 
except a solo lighthouse in the forest 
door is forced shut but I climb the ladder
at the top a sadder picture or illusion
eyes moving to a city left in ruins
past the woods, I draw conclusions 
wait, heard a sound 
return to ground, in the trees it seems louder
so I scatter after fractured laughter 
patterns in the distance hear it echo 
losing minutes as I let go of existence 
as I know it, tip toe into this wasteland 
lots of empty spray cans tagging no man’s land
on all the building torn down to pieces 
I wonder if man kinds now become an endangered species
and if so, what’s the purpose of my being?
I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
man I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
still can’t wake up so I see what all my dreams are really made of
as I follow through the wake of whatever massacre occurred
thoughts growing more disturbed passing every single curb
til I swerve into a burning sign and think
where else have I heard of Siesta Inc?

Silent Crowns

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Siesta ft. samsa (prod. Sage Kyote)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @chriswrightotj

Featuring:
@atwoodotj

Produced by:
@origamibeats

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@chriswrightotj

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Chris Wright - Get The Drums (ft. Atwood)

Sick prod. by https://soundcloud.com/xmittens
mixed by me

Naturally prod. by https://soundcloud.com/ntourageephekt
Featuring https://soundcloud.com/teeawgo
mixed by me

Lyrics:

I'm sick of rappers
My note pad been takin prophylactics
I'm sick of acting
Opaque as if nothing really matters
I'm sick of asking 
if i went what would've happened
Convinced it ain't worth the hassle
Like I'll just land in my castle right? 
I'm sick of bad advice and won't take my own
I sit up afternight with pads and write these neat little poems
Get each of the moments to sit tight so they have a nice home
I'm sick of actin like home is a place that I've never known
Cuz all along... mom and dad just want me to grow
And i didn't know it at the time but see they know that you won't (that's real)
See, we the type of folk that got a different kind of dialect
I promise when you find this you'll sub track like minuses
Can you find a sec to like this shit
I'm chillin with Midas while the pious poppin percocets
Or at least the so-called, self titled, hell's rivals
The sickening faux cause, to say they know god, but never upheld the Bible

Lookin for good looks
Got none now they bookin
Lookin good to a non believer though 
These demons is shooken
I felt crooked
Got better posture now
Posted up and boxed em out
See most of yall act hopeless or walk around with ya pockets out
I'm sick of the sadness
Sick of throwin away my assets
Sick of leaving my happiness up to someone else's actions
Cuz that shit got me to the lowest lows I've ever felt
And now I'm higher than ever because i learned to know myself
And i love that dude
But i used to say fuck that dude
Cuz i was that dude
Just always doin nothing new
So i tried to switch a bit
Change it up and get rid of it
I used to be sick of myself until i just got sick of it 
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I kept the bars rationed, now i got strep throat
I was dreaming bout the top my homie told me let's go
We went to Colorado and climbed a couple of mountains
After driving for hours shit rejuvenated my prowess
Nature's got powers, and i believe that fully
Came in contact with her out there and this is what she said to me
If you pushing I'm pulling
Aint got no time for no fooling
All of your scars are like gullies
To show you what you're enduring
You're weathered but you're still doing
Now you can tell them your stories 
You got the strength to keep going
And that outweighs all your worries 
I mean this waters the healing component shouts out to Mick
It breaks you down to rebuild you so you can say you have lived
Like i am here
And i am this
I am that which exists
I am cemented in time
And i embrace the abyss 
I live my life through these rhymes, lines, the scribbles and scripts
I tend to shine when the vibes right, and that's how it is, shit

[THIAGO]

It's about that time
The rays intersect with the dial
Yeah I'm sunnin em like, RA
Blessed be the child 
Inhaling breath of the wild when the rules high
Breakin parameters we shatter what they call the blue sky
Nothin is funny but, way too many lols in conversations
Speakin with god, way too many lulls in conversations
My chalice is never half full but half vacant
You saw, so don't get chained when you adjacent
I don't play games, not for em like fraggednation
Those who make the most moves tend to lack patience
Wanting to make a splash
What am i wading in the water for?
Hesitant order, tell the waiter let the water pour
Twirl my straw round and get seasick
Don't see the big pitcher, i see each sip
With each scripture written, i break it down to the prefix
It's in my double helix
Naturally

Sick || Naturally, feat. THIAGO

feat. @ibr
prod. @drwn_dot
mix. @ibr

Rock hard below this asteroid belt, exhale breath slow/
open fly, while she's caught inside the James Webb scope/
she could be a star within this vouyerism galaxy/
planets strung together, toys within her gadgetry/
watched her Parker/park her Solar Probe beyond event horizon/
see her flush with solar flares, misrepresents inviting/
booty rises more than tides when she moves/
breaks out the paddle when she's naughty, two dark sides on the moon/
damn, girl's figure's tighter than an airlock/
puts the ass in the astral body, zoom in as her hair falls/
you can hear that booty clap, in the vacuum of space/
call up Planet Express, I've got a package to place/
no pants like Zap Brannigan, I wanna bend her over/
period, I'm serious, I'll even run through red like rovers/
I'm, Curiosity, but that pussy's killing me/
she wants a pillar of creation, not a humble six inch piece/

I call her NASA Akira, crushing hard like a black hole
Her heavenly body puts the hot in Hoth but she acts cold
One giant leap for my manhood when her booty drop
I love her flaws too, even Jupiter got a beauty spot
Bought the Comet Sutra, ten woolongs per chapter
Big spoon and Little Dipper's got a good ring to it like Saturn
Findin the zero-G spot, my Venus for life
Thick as fuck, cuz her butt's a little meatier, right 
Every Tom, Dick, and John knows her pussy Titor
I'm a hadron with a hard-on, we should get in the collider
Always wearin a Gundam, we'll practice safe mechs
No Gagarin reflex, Elon Musk with the SpaceX
She almost got me spellin ISS with an A
No telescope required, my naked eye needs friends for a change
Keep it fresh, and like Pluto - not plan it anymore, and just
Boldly come where no man has come before

Intergalasstic II (ft. ibrahim)

OFF THE JUMP ALBUM  12.31.17

Vocals by:
@chriswrightotj
@noeldac
@atwood
@headhaunter
@ibr
@toccimc

Produced by:
https://soundcloud.com/kevmomusic

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@biskwiq

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Lyrics:

[Hook: Chris Wright]
On the bright side I got all this money in my pockets now
Had to cop a PayPal card just to get it out
I don't even know like half these people they just come around
But if they start to talkin all that noise Ima shut em down

[Verse 1: RYCE]
Talk that noise ima push you to the side
F out my dms I'm just tryna live my life
You can not compete with me I stay cold bruh
Venomous benefits I'm meaner than king cobra
Excellence prevalent like Jehovah but I'm holier
Dripping flavor skipping haters I'm racing for the gold
And I'll never fold burning vivid like the stars now
You can not catch up to me

[Verse 2: Atwood]
Like skrr
Vroom vroom say bye to bitches
On the brighter side I got a lighter in me
You got pints of henny and designer linens
I got fire in me that been shining silly like, damn, chill
Hit em with a Advil
Headaches, yeah man how does that feel
Hand shakes my way on some dap shit
Bet you mad still broke bonds like a bad deal
Get a tad real and you backing away
Shit I'm still the old me like from back in the day
You know lil AP with the laugh in his face
Your whole crew got me dead like I'm passing away
Ay, I never looked away from the flashing lights
Look em in the face til the grave and they have me like

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3: Headhaunter]
I don't ruminate in shade I just cast it all
I heard the light that's burning twice as bright lasts half as long
An astronaut planting flags in binary stars, write more than Asimov
Priceless oil painting portraits of me line the palace walls
Protagonist of film noir, self proclaimed lady killer
Tinder match with femme fatales, forgo friendship, fake the feeling
Fabricated synergy, these strangers speak in white noise
But I can silence them by pulling digits out this bright void

[Verse 4: ibrahim]
Flippin samples on a week night
Lit by candles and street lights
From watchin the stars to a shot in the dark
Now everything seems bright, yeah
Neon signs inside my eyelids till the break of dawn
Your fav emcee is payin me for makin beats I'd slay him on
Talkin noise we ain't gon hear em
I been with my gang like Akira
Block em out like Rothko paintings when they try to slide inside my DMs
No sleep writin out 9th chords with bass notes and the sound of synths
I breathe life into cyborgs with an inkstone and a fountain pen like yuh

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 5: Tocci]
Is it heaven or hell boy
The family's in jail boy
You gotta get the money so you posting their bail boy
Gotta have the crib or you stuck as the bell boy
If you're really bout your shit then there's nothing to tell boy
Like are you a dreamer boy
Or are you the cleanest boy
Catch me with the pack we be whipping in beamers boy
Fuck your noise
I be flexing with the head phones
She be sneaking, no touch tone
Really out when the suns low
See the scoobies then you ruh-roh

[Verse 6: Chris Wright]
Uh oh don’t testify
Put a dog in the pen like you set to fly
Ops shooting like, who alive, best to die
So I put aside you and I’m next to ride
Take a good long look, I don’t do no photos
Put a hood on with a few new logos
Set a mood wrong but I still lose polos
Drop a loose song cop a place out in soho
Aviators on with the retrofitted sakura shades
I’m really out lost in waves
Can’t bounce on a beat, that’s Austin’s way
But I’m still here trynna boss up my wage
Need payment bitches I don’t rap for fun
Future bright like a catholic nun
Fragrance on me when I spilt the rum
Flagrant with it, we just hit it and run

[Hook]

High Beams

Bright Side (prod. Kevmo)

We hope you enjoy High Beams, our end of the year album and a culmination of our efforts in 2017! This is our thank-you to all of you for sticking with us for 52 weekly singles, and our way of ending them with a bang. Stay tuned for more cool stuff in 2018, and happy new year!

Vocals by:
@chriswrightotj
@atwood
@ibr
@noeldac
@headhaunter

Produced by:
@geo_1022

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover art by:
@biskwiq

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Lyrics:

[Intro: Chris Wright]

Bright lights, 
Can’t help feeling this a zeitgeist
Out here living up a fine life, 
Got me feeling like
Got me feeling like

[Hook: Atwood & ibrahim]
Got me feeling like it's paradise 
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise 
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere

[Verse 1: Atwood]
Running through lines like a running back
If you don't get it then run it back
Ay
I did that shit that I shouldn't have
Shh, got me shushing them 
They all be acting so suss I swear 
Yeah
Run it out
Run it out
Spit on a track til it's running out
My verses all lookin stand up
Yo verses all lookin run down

I might fly I might spike this shit
I wonder what kinda life I'll live, like what is this
To the sky with the heights I'll hit
I shine bright on some high beam shit, in the distance
(×2)

[Bridge: RYCE]
Said if you reaching for the skies put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the clouds put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the stars put your hands up
Said if you want your paradise put your hands up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
I ain't in this game just to wait up
Wait here for Fate just to change up her make-up
Make up a brand new state where I wake up to Paradise Inc. fresh ink on my pay stub
w-w-w-wade upwards through the swamp, saying curse words with these large weights on my arms
Just to get to paradise like a parasite, take a bite if the pear is ripe or not
Errant knight that walks in a paradox
Wears his blood caked pair of socks
They can't bear to watch him bear the burden, barely heard the bear burst in through the brush
A brush with death, a burgundy dipped brush
Out the thicket with thick cuts, fucked up
Gotta think of way to get up those rungs
Rung the doorbell, wrung out blood, jump up

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Wright]
Can’t lie I’m the losing type
Shit, I’d hit it raw more but I’m too precise
I don’t know about a wave, but the movement’s tight
Got a short leash, but you know I’m super nice
I might hang ten when I’m bored
Girl called, phased in and I scored
Blame my phrasing and my vocal chords
No explaining why they closing doors
I’m like two shots down from a confidence boost
Trynna wake up every morning just to walk in a booth
When I’m mad at the mic, know we talking it through
This my first love, better never letting it loose
So as long as I got this microphone, 
and this pen in hand, I’m the light of Rome
Not a sinning man, I’m the rightest wrongs
Got a place in paradise, right at home

[Bridge]

[Hook]

Paradise (prod. Garrett)

Listen to Sisyphus I here: https://soundcloud.com/headhaunter/sisyphus-i-prod-ibrahim

There was gonna be a Sisyphus III with samsa until he retired - but we still wanted to put I and II out. Each track tells a different story.

Hook written by: @iamsamsa, art by me!

Lyrics:

I've been warpin through the fourth dimension, with no more to explore left
Toured each wormhole and vortex on my quest to just thwart death
A thousand ways to die, be it cardiac or cancer,
I travel time in hopes that some forgotten god will have the answer

I've traversed the valley of death's shadow searchin for Baphomet
In caverns where Apollo slept, I'm trackin down Nyarlathotep
Read some chapters next to blasphemous statues from magic texts,
Only two things are certain and I ain't paid my taxes yet

I've planned to see a glimpse of Panacea to bewitch her,
Intoxicatin mixtures of Rolling Rock and youth elixir
Each time I might've died, I rewind the time five days
Tryna skirt my demise and escape my divine fate

Encased in ancient Cenozoic ice - twice - but I melted.
The helmet of Hades I sheltered myself in's just a relic
Stopped by Mephistopheles - got lost in his home
Called up Yamaraja's phone and made philosopher's stones

On a first name basis with Chernabog, I've turned the clock
And urged Pandora to burn the box but it didn't work so hot
Got an ankh in my pocket, an ouroboros tattoo
Hoarded horcruxes, and I've sipped primordial soup

Implored the Four Horsemen to not be the mortal I was prior 
Sought out Orpheus but unfortunately just found a lyre
Did business with shinigami, and still continue clueless
Though I've interviewed Methuselah, listened to Anubis,
And been to every festival of death collecting talismans.
I've bribed Azrael to forget me and questioned Lazarus 
Got sacrilegious amulets and bracelets next to
Chained up phoenixes I ensared and experiment on in my basement

And at this rate I fear I've tried to find a cure in vain
Every year I age will disappear in time like tears in rain
But I've been here and there and I'll endure until my quest's complete
And desperately resist destiny as long as there's breath in me

Sisyphus 
Steady rolling boulders up the summit 
Sunday sundown watch em settle, monday sunup, watch em plummet
Yes I’m sisyphus
Static balance pebbles on the brink
Sunday sundown watch em settle, monday sunup, watch em sink

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Sisyphus II

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

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Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

Written by: Reed Pake
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/tsii
Album art by: https://soundcloud.com/miiyulky
Mixed/Mastered by: Blindsightmix & John Garcia

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
All I wanna know is if you’re proud of me now/
After you crossed every single one of boundaries, while/
I let you overpower me and devour me down/
I’m cowering almost hourly, but outwardly I smile/
How could I’ve allowed you to sway me to think I’m inadequate/
Yet you’re stayin’ adamant claimin ’ you’re my greatest advocate/
Sayin’ that I’m too passionate to ever create some average shit/
And that’s why your expectations for me are so extravagant/ 
Now and I’ll drown if I try to hit this high-water mark/
Like a starvin’ shark, you circle me ‘till I fall apart/
Tellin’ me I got a lot of spark, to butter me up with your false remarks/
But when I stumble you spit on my art and you rip it apart like ya don’t got a heart/
Yeah, it’s a coin flip and you play me like a joy stick/
But it’s pointless to avoid it, when you’re poisoned to enjoy it/
So even though I begrudge it, I’m puttin’ my head to the musket/
‘Cause fuck it I know that you’ll love it, to you I’m nothin’ but a puppet/

Verse 2:
So I’m dressin’ to the nines to feel closer to a ten/
And when I’m fleshin’ out my lines, I focus on my skeletons/ 
Affection I’m beggin’ for all the time, but no one’s checkin’ in/
And so I’m stressin’ in my mind, relyin’ on my medicine/
To help me cope with the fallout ‘cause I’m all out of steam/
I should’ve crawled out my bed, not just fall back asleep/
Right when I thought I was free, you sought me ought in my dreams/
Where no one could hear me when I called out to scream/
See, I’d subdue you with therapy and flush you out with meds/
But when the times you took care of me came rushin’ back to my head/
I’d dread to share my grief with someone else conductin’ in your stead/
‘Cause there’s no guarantee I’d be better without your punishments/
When I fuck up, you spurt your curses and tell me that I deserve it/
But when you’re pushin’ me to be perfect, blemishes bubble up onto the surface/
And I need to be more assertive, ‘cause you’re gnawin’ at my health/
But is it even really worth it, when I’m just talkin’ to myself/

Can't Catch Myself (Prod. TSII) - Single

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Can't Catch Myself (prod. TSII)

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https://soundcloud.com/khaidreams
mixed by me
cover art by H.S. Naji & Katherine Franklin

Lead Single off of the "loverboy" EP dropping August 20th

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Lyrics:

It was just one. .lonely night inside of paradise 
To. .my homegirls house she won't shut up about this three. .way that she done had the other night.
Like for-give me I do not wanna hear bout that shit
Five
Middle finger five 
Middle finger five
Fuckin die
Bitch you haunt my mind
You know who you tryin
You know i'm
-so caught up in all this 
-you know I think about us
-you know i ain't been honest
-you just tryna push yo buttons
Oooo yeeeeah with that same old shit
I'll make a song yeah yeah
We'll be great again
I dig myself my own grave
But you don't fret to push me in
And I know that I lost my way
But you been a little less than a friend
Yeah yeah yeah but she don't get that
We dont kick back
I'll move on when I get my shit back
I'll move on in like 13 months, when I don't got no songs to write about your bitch ass
Kiss ass not this time
Caught flak double back to the west side
Thought path like, "yeah i'll get it next time"
Stay runnin this cycle til it's dry

And she said she couldn't care less
And I dont think that made me care less
×2

A whole lotta shit 
Don't let me catch you walking through that metropolitan
Spittin all yo hollow tips through all of my accomplishments 
I'm polishing a bottle off
Baby we could make a molotov lookin for that new flame
I ain't superman
But I'm up to bat
Like Bruce Wayne
Cop that dusse
And we be off the gac
Why you got that blue face babyyy 
Because you fuckin 2 faced babyyy 
You said you kept one hundreds
I kept hundred and one
You wouldn't be a bright idea if you was under the sun
And see I try to steer clear but I been prone to missing exits 
Saw a better life, but merging can be hard when you're so reckless 
You the solar to my plexus
Solo dolo if you ask me
Double back on everything I say, take the back seat
'Member last week
We was fine we wasn't sweating
But these days you'd think that hot yoga was my profession, shit

And she said she couldn't care less
And I dont think that made me care less
×2

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Careless (Prod. by Garrett.)

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