Everytime You Move (feat. Isaiah Mostafa)

super star recorded at club Roar , with Robin Eaton (unofficial Recording) performed by Jo'shua Odine

superstar(recording)

CREDITS:
Written & Performed by Amare Symoné
Recorded at Classick Studios in Chicago, IL
Co-Recorded by @Loqum
Co-Recorded & Co-Mixed by Jimmy Park
Co-Mixed & Mastered by Brandon "BeeJ" Fernandez
Artwork by Elijah Bobo

LYRICS:
I thought I had to be
Everything you wanted
Thought that we were all we needed
Walls start cavin’ in from the lack of space
Craved the taste of you till it drove me insane

Now Im losing
(Heart)
Losing my mind
(Goes)
Losing my 
(Crash)
Losing my mind
(Damn)
Losing my 
(Our)
Losing my mind
(Love)
Oh 
I’m losing
(drains)
Losing my 
(me)
Losing my
(This the)
Losing my mind
(cycle)
Losing my mind
We go ‘round and ‘round
Losing my mind
We go ‘round and ‘round

You talk at me
‘till I crack
I scream words
I can’t take back
This the cycle 
Of our love
This the cycle 
Till one of us goes

I’m wading 
I’m wading 
I’m wading
I’m wading in these waters 
In these waters for you
I’m waiting
I’m waiting
I’m waiting 
Here for ya
Here

Oh I’m 
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Oh I’m losing
Losing 
Losing
Losing
Losing my mind
I’m Losing my mind

(Trumpet Solo by Jimmi Gordon)

Need some peace of mind
Got to take my time
Got to heal my wounds
Want to make some moves
Got to go and get free
Sometimes people change
And so does the heart

I’ve been wishing pon a star
Somehow I’d rid of these scars
Oh Oh
I’m losing
I’m losing
I’m losing

I’m losing
I’m losing
I’m losing

I’m losing 
I’m losing 
I’m losing

Something tells me
Change is hard
Change is hard

Losing

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Losing (ft. Jimmi Gordon) [Prod. by Loqum]

Another lesson learned, a bridge burned
Now the waves are rolling in
I wanted you, needed you to understand
My life's in the palm of your hands
You loved me with your hand held out
Borrowed every part of me
You don't think I remember the way we came to meet
Somehow you still occupy my dreams

Won't you take a ride with me to my meadow
Won't you come and fly with me to higher ground
Won't you take a ride with me to my meadow
Won't you come and fly with me to higher ground

Won't you take a ride with me to my meadow
Won't you come and fly with me to higher ground
Won't you take a ride with me to my meadow
Won't you come and fly with me to higher ground

Meadow

Guess I'm never satisfied
That's why I moved away
No freedom, I am trapped inside
Because I need the pay
I don't look in the mirror
Cuz I don't like what I see
Thought I was scared of the unknown
But I'm afraid of me

But I get that, I get that, I get that (money)
So fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (cash)
Make it back, make it back, make it back (money)
Pour some of that other stuff in your cup (drank)
My mama don't know what to say
I know that I'm stuck in a dangerous place

Sometimes I hurt myself to see if I can feel anything
Sometimes I get so high I don't think I can feel anything
Maybe I should call off work today
I hate this fucking job anyway

Sometimes I hurt myself
Sometimes I get so high
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I think that I can fly
I broke a vow today
And I wanna make it right
I'd lock my mouth away
So I can't tell no lies

I believe we can grow
That's the notion I live by to purify my soul
I hope I make it back to find a place that we can go
I'll be right here if you ever need somebody to control

Sometimes I hurt myself to see if I can feel anything
Sometimes I get so high I don't think I can feel anything
Maybe I should call off work today
I hate this fucking job anyway

Uneven

Walk around with my head held down
Cuz I don't wanna see what's in front of me
Walk around with my head held down
Cuz I don't wanna see what's in front of me
Cuz I don't walk around

I keep it 100. Bitch, I'm see-through
Take these boys to church, here go the steeple
I do this for myself and for my people
You do this for the wealth. We are not equal
Ay, and your bitch smell like seafood (yeah)
I'm a master, call me Shifu
Me and all my dogs, we relaxing
Don't get it twisted. Bitch, we still about that action (ay)
To make it clank I brought the ratchet (ay)
So niggas better stick to rapping

Head Down

Win the bread, keep the blood
The kids are waiting up for me
In my bed, heating up
I won't move until half-past 3
Put the honey on my tongue
I wanna taste what I'm missing
Close the window, I'm afraid
Afraid I forgot how to breathe

(You're just like)
New clothes
(You're just like)
New clothes
(You're just like)
New clothes
(You're just like)
New clothes (you're just like)

New Clothes

I know
I know
I know (ay)

I know you ain't gon' be here to stay
I'll see you some other time
And I know I don't listen to a word you say
Why must all this pain be so sublime

(I know) Say you down, we gon' see
If it's left up to me
You won't pick up the phone (I know)
But I'm gon' need my belongings
Say you down, we gon' see (I know)
If it's left up to me
You won't pick up the phone
But I'm gon need my belongings (I know)
Say you down, we gon' see
If it's left up to (hey)

I see you sweating through your durag
It's too crowded, nigga. Move back
Don't want me reaching where my tool at (You sweating through now)

I ain't that grown
The day been long
You already ate at home
So take this bone
Suck in, tummy gone
What we on strong
That homegrown had us both blown
4-5 to a nigga dome
Kicked out your space
I gotta phone home
My shit ain't on
Ain't got no home phone

(Like, is the beat gon' switch up or naw, cuz)

It's finna catch up to my karma late night
I fuck with you extra slight
You looking extra right
You gon' succumb to vice
You got a appetite
You going out tonight
Gotta get active like whoa
Shake that ass to the beat
This might last us a week
Would move faster, but we
Both ain't had enough sleep
Fuck it, pass me the weed you

(I know) Say you down, we gon' see
If it's left up to me
You won't pick up the phone (I know)
But I'm gon' need my belongings
Say you down, we gon' see (I know)
If it's left up to me
You won't pick up the phone
But I'm gon need my belongings (I know)
Say you down, we gon' see
If it's left up to (hey)

I see you sweating through your durag
It's too crowded, nigga. Move back
Don't want me reaching where my tool at
(You sweating through now)
I see you sweating through your durag
It's too crowded, nigga. Move back
Don't want me reaching where my tool at (You sweating through now)

Organ Failure

Produced by Moze, Recorded in Akwesasne 2018 at Mohawk Music Entertainment, Mixed and Masted by Young Savoye.

50s N 100s (Moze Beatz Remix)

Produced by BUSY.
Http://busymusic.bandcamp.com/
Http://Facebook.com/busymusic
Mastered by Alec Ness
Vocals by Sarah White
Photography by Mike Madison @bumpopera

Living in Minneapolis right now.
Black. Queer. Femme.
Mother of seeds.
Dreamer listening to womb waters.
I find remembering that as darkness comes, I embrace more of the parts of myself social structures try to numb out. 

We are beautiful...Powerful... And made from the same particles of stars, our light with NEVER DIE. 
This song is a reminder for you.
Came through with my ancestors one night.

No Stars / Without Black

I can't write about myself in the third person and feel genuine. This is the internet, and ain't no rules so it's first-person. 

I'm Peachcurls from Cleveland, OH. It's Eastside. I make music off the MacBook Pro. Speaking of technology, I wanna give a big shoutout to computers for making all this possible. I used to be in a band called Thaddeus Anna Greene(available on all streaming platforms).

Head Down

Peachcurls

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