I'm just now finding out about Peachcurls, I f**kin love this sound. It is similar to Orion Sun but a bit more on the R&B side.

DANGEROUS (HEADPHONES ONLY)

On My Mind

On My Mind (feat. Bilal, Pharoahe Monch & Greg Tate)

Off The Ground/in Return (prod by nomstks)

Anchor (prod by Plustfx)

Chipsfall (prod by CYGN)

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

STREAM EVERYWHEA

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

Sleep through the purple and blue (The sunrise)
My heels dug down deep in the dirt (I ain't going nowhere, nigga)
Honey as sweet as the moon (Brr, brr, gas)
Eyes brown as the blood on my shirt (Suwoop)
Buckle up, It's gonna get shaky
All of this is here for the taking 

My heart is in California
A Cuban link on the west side
No diamonds, just water & gold
We might get wet cuz the wind's high

Hollywood & Vine
You'd rather die than surrender your heart to mine
You can live a lie
I'd rather die than let you back in my life

My heart is in California
A Cuban link on the west side
No diamonds, just water & gold
We might get wet cuz the wind's high

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Whatchu gonna do
Whatchu gonna

Cuban Link

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

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

Can't keep my hands clean cuz I was raised on the block
Pump blast for the cash, then I mash with the gas, gotta dash away from the cops
We need the paper you got
For this behavior to stop (ay)
See, who done slept on just ain't us
We the type to let things bust
You the type to tuck chains up
And then change up cuz we came up
Niggas been on that gang stuff
To get paid, I had to switch lanes
But, got a grip in the sack
And I'm flipping it, bringing it back
And it ain't no thing (ay)
Niggas try to copy
But that little shit that they serving just ain't the same (yeah)

I remember riding civic
East side, to be specific
Parking lot, windows tinted
Same spot, left the city
Came back, everybody missing
Cocaine rocks, niggas say I changed
But everybody different
Name a nigga I ain't influence

Roll a paper up
And free the guys
And realize what we go through (ay)
Pain is love
Don't wanna make you cry
But I feel like I'm supposed to (ay)
It ain't too much
Don't wanna be surprised
When I surmise whatchu gon' do (yeah)

You never call to see about me
But That's OK
Cuz you watch my stories every day

Influenced by influenza, cuz I'm sick with it (sick)
A hundred thousand on me, liquid
I be dripping when I kick shit (money)
Ain't no simping why you tricking like a kickflip
A quick tip: quit all that flexing in your bitch whip (flex)
Peachcurls been getting it because my ideas rich
See, I'm the best, mayne, I did it (flex, money)
Had a little *bleep*, I ain't gon' lie, it was lit
And *bleep* know some niggas that'll die for The Kid (die)
It's Lil Mac, they got me milli packing. I'm really active
Money flipping, acrobatics, ghetto mathematics (yeah, one time)
Daddy told me it'll be times like this
Lemme call this bitch so I can get inside her mind right quick (yeah, two times)

You never call to see about me
But That's OK
Cuz you watch my stories every day
You never call to see about me
But That's OK
Cuz you watch my stories every day

See About Me

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).

Meadow

Peachcurls

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