[Hook]
These elites are fuckin’ killin’ us,
Tryna chain the spirit, but they ain’t drillin’ us,
We rise, we fight, we don’t combust,
From the ashes of the system — it’s in us we trust!


[Verse 1]
Eyes wide open, I see through the scheme,
They feed us lies, controlin’ the dream,
Bleedin’ the planet, poison in streams,
But I’m too relentless, I fight with a team.
No more silence, no more fear,
Every word’s a weapon, I’ll make it clear,
We break their grip, the end is near,
Hope in the chaos, I persevere.


[Hook]
These elites are fuckin’ killin’ us,
Tryna chain the spirit, but they ain’t drillin’ us,
We rise, we fight, we don’t combust,
From the ashes of the system — it’s in us we trust!


[Verse 2]
Watch ‘em sit on thrones made of blood and gold,
While the people starve, doin’ what they’re told,
But I’ll never bow, I’ll never fold,
I’m a voice for the voiceless, brave and bold.
Energy fueled, I ignite the spark,
Lightin’ torches in the pitch black dark,
Revolutions start with a single mark,
And I carve my truth — permanent like art.


[Bridge]
Yeah, they’re killin’ us slow, but I refuse to die,
I got fire in my lungs and rage in my eyes,
No puppet, no pawn, I sever the ties,
Rise up, break chains, let the real ones fly!


[Outro]
These elites are fuckin’ killin’ us,
Tryna chain the spirit, but they ain’t drillin’ us,
We rise, we fight, we don’t combust,
From the ashes of the system — it’s in us we trust!
(We trust, we trust — yeah we rise, we must!)

These Elites Are Fucking Killin Us

Coffee

The Menu Ft. Jalen Kelly (prod By GHXST)

Open Your Eyes (ft. Eleeza Silva)

Have You Ever Been Loved The Right Way

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

mixed/mastered by RiannaSamone
vocal feature Timbre'l
original track MF DOOM (Rest in peace, rest in beats)
•○●•

lyrics:
pisces season so dreamy
how you like a taste of my energy?
can you hang? 
tell me, can you live in the sea?
cus i'm finna float and fall right back to sleep
i wake up inside subconscious me
syntax and state taxes is so silly
sometimes it's subzero
but i just breathe in 2, 3, 4 then release

i bring my round fantasies to these sounds
have you ever seen a cloud touch down the ground?
if you haven’t, i'm bringing it here to you now
i'm bringing it here to you now

Bermuda wakes and rises
Dragon’s mouth eats the skies 
the Amazon knows my name
but i do not know mine
and i wished upon a mountain top to remember all my lives
avatar too big for boxes
so we break out of the lines
and we rolled our minds like curly fries
and dipped em' in the Atlantic
ego got to trippin 
fell into a mad Panic
at the Disco
sunset
child's chest at the beach
this go mad savage
civilized rip 

bye bye civilization
bye bye
(civilized as we know it)


you can change ya flows like ya change ya clothes
you can change ya roles like ya change ya goals
you can pick and roll while you get this dough
you can grow ya seeds life is yours to sow

you got to feed yourself got to feed your soul
x2
[db talks in the background "lemme get this second one in..."]

[chorus]
you can change ya flows like ya change ya clothes
you can change ya roles like ya change ya goals
you can pick and roll while you get this dough
you can . . .

da da da da da da

you can what?

bantu knotted don' picked my pocket
my heart's held open and God is watching
it’s a weekly auction when we be mobbin
makin waves in spaces that we’ve forgotten
we weavin on em we’ve been so honest 
hoping we keeping the promise land 
do you even give a damn?

my waiter says water waits for no one
reaching for each other for itself - overflowin
not sure about the future or where we all goin
but if we root together then you know we gon be growin

po one
libations for nations caught up in faking
making separation in our shared destinations 
dem basket cases keep on with all this contemplating
caught interconnections ya betta tune yo station

bom dia to el mundo you know we all waking
maybe we meet in between start earth shaking
imaginary barriers of broken hearted hatred 
in the face of faces that got the same makin

no i am not a God but yes i am creation
and i mold this clay you bet i am creating
facing my demons in the dark for future generations
you catch my drift or did you miss the extra spacin?
uh uh uh hey hey

yea

spaceship loose lips rose hips burnt tips
like tony hawking backflips
bad days bad trips (mhmm yea)
you know we flipped this
11:11 made me make a wish
(make a wish)
i asked my dreams,
"will you blow me a kiss?" (muah)
"will you blow me a kiss?" (muah)

[chorus]
you can change ya flows like ya change ya clothes
you can change ya roles like ya change ya goals
you can pick and roll while you get this dough
you can grow ya seeds life is yours to sow

you gotta feed yourself you gotta feed your soul
you gotta feed yourself you gotta feed your soul


db: what melody did y'all hear right here?
                            
[beautiful R&B voice by Timbre'l joins db for the closing and sings]:
yeaaaaa
                  
change ya flows like ya change ya clothes
change ya roles like change ya goals
yeaaa mhmmmmm

change ya flows like ya change ya clothes
change ya roles like ya change ya goals
yeaaaa
plant your seeds and watch them grow

pick and roll while you get this dough
you gotta grow ya seeds life is yours to sow
you gotta grow ya seeds life is yours to sow
life is beautiful
life is beautiful

release

music video link!

bermuda wakes and rises ft. Timbre'l (prod. MF DOOM)

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 you taste like water
You are my moon and sun
Hide all your sons and daughters
There's a mad man on the run
Put them to sleep
Don't eat after 8 o'clock
Because I told you so
Just you and me
So free, somebody, make it stop
Look at the time, you gotta go

(Yeah)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know you)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know)

You say I need to grow up
I don't know
I feel like I'm about to throw up
Don't know if I wanna stay, but where would I go?
It's been so long since we had time to be alone
I can't remember who I used to be
Just to remember the way you smell, I stole your clothes
Was that you, or was that me (me, me, me, me)?

(Yeah)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know you mad)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (Yeah)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know you mad)
Wake up, wake up (one time)
Break up, break up (I know you mad)
Make-up, make-up (two times)
Make love, make love (I know)

Born Without You

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

this what happens when you pair an angst ridden poem with a hopeful fairy's lullaby

9 of cups (prod. Solo Otto)

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).