take a journey upstairs & come back down. enjoy this project ⚡️

all tracks mixed and mastered by Tofu Tony

production credits:
1. Matchbox - prod. bluewolf
2. Blue Whip (feat. JayThratts) - prod. EZAU!
3. Tomatoes (and the Ridicule) - prod. meantime
4. Matter of Time - prod. The Beat Stylist
5. SSRIs - prod. bluewolf
6. Faded on the Weekends - prod. Beatgeist
7. Bass Knock (feat. The Player) - prod. perjabeats
8. Checking In - prod. maybeedward
9. Walking Downstairs - prod. Lucas Conkright

I Live Above the Pub

thanks to tapdaddy for puttin this on, as usual:)

lyrics:

[hook]
they say that someday i’ll want bigger things
but i’m feeling satisfied with summer flings and cheap rings,
every Sunday evening, staying up to talk about the week
this simplicity a blessing when the future looks bleak
so, hold my hand, we don’t have to use a label
just fall asleep, i’m putting all your items on the table
this may be the last night you’re sleeping by my side, 
can’t waste any time, no need to say that you’re mine, nah

[verse 1]
cuz i don’t love the pressure of relationships
like a tether at my feet, i feel the need to break the leash
it’s better if we’re lowkey, i can scope the sea for other fish
i’m just kidding, i won’t do that shit
cuz if you keep it spicy like a cajun dish, i might cancel out the waiting list, 
others want a taste of this, you know
my mother said to always ride solo
at least until my 30s, when i’m posing for my wedding photos

plus, i don’t know how long the earth has got
think about the almond crops and plastic bottles for pop
they’re saying we got thirty years tops,
then we’ll try to flock to mars, where a lack of oxygen can stop a heart
imagine being ripped apart, right after we’re locked in, i would have to start again,
maybe i would be the one with cold skin, my soul traveling to heaven
i know you’d be missing me, like 24/7

[hook]
they say that someday i’ll want bigger things
but i’m feeling satisfied with summer flings and cheap rings,
every Sunday evening, staying up to talk about the week
this simplicity a blessing when the future looks bleak
so, hold my hand, we don’t have to use a label
just fall asleep, i’m putting all your items on the table
this may be the last night you’re sleeping by my side, 
can’t waste any time, no need to say that you’re mine, nah

[verse 2]
i can never lie, i’ve been riding highs, thinking bout the way your eyes see into my mind like a telescope
when you think i’m gonna cry, you catch it like you’re in the rye, healing all my troubles and what’s hurting me the most
i’m floating down your wave, like a row boat on the coast of Mexico
or a big yacht worth millions of pesos, i feel like Jeff Bezos
i don’t want travel home, make that trip go real slow

i suppose that it’s true, that if you were my boo
we could rule the whole world, 
got some blue jewels on the crown looking like cool water pools
all the mules and the peasants in the town gon’ drool for them
this idea is foreign
so i wrote that chorus
talking bout our simpleness and how it’s so important
but i’m missing the connection, i want some more affection
so here is a confession of mine

[hook]
they say that someday i’ll want bigger things
but i’m feeling satisfied with summer flings and cheap rings,
every Sunday evening, staying up to talk about the week
this simplicity a blessing when the future looks bleak
so, hold my hand, we don’t have to use a label
just fall asleep, i’m putting all your items on the table
this may be the last night you’re sleeping by my side, 
can’t waste any time, but i kinda wanna call you mine, yeah

bigger things (you're mine) (7/24/22)

a journey thru my psyche with some bumpin' ass beats. enjoy.

art credits: i.hate.marvel & jusnotime

all mixing credits to MBT Engineering

production credits:

Intro: jusnotime & Cheap Limousine
Lemonade: Cheap Limousine
Cyclical Replenishment: ThatsSaul
Special Soup: The Billy Brown
Isosceles: Layzibeats
Jungle: meantime

Isosceles

Special Soup

Cyclical Replenishment

produced by sasbo, mixed by John Henrickson

lyrics:

[intro]
i try not to be a cog
but the machine itself? 
thats a whole different issue

[verse]
up high where the birds go
i might fly at the first snow
i never liked the word “don’t”
so don’t say “don’t go to Chicago”

uh, i got dreams and a hot flow
word salad, i look avocado
sweet energy, just like affogato
thinkin bout the taco, they forgot how all the bops go 

think i be singin’ with vibrato
take that opinion, and i pin it like a gatto with a mouse
curved them like a model
yes i’m dissin, i’m not fuckin’ in your auto or your house

think that i’m kissing on your mouth
only thing to get your tongue is a cat, with the claws out
so you’ll be sitting on these ideas
so long, makin’ dents in your faux leather couch

four letters that i tout
G-O-N-E, i’m headin’ right out
the only heavy metal that i ever know
is a cop-her, then we’re gonna hit a steady road

i hope these blockades blow over
you know it’s just manpower
i’ll build a world like Ikea
with non-men in the main tower

fuck

it’d be the same in any city
i’d be to blame like i did it
i can’t claim that i’m ready
cuz i haven’t spit the full truth yet, yeah

i been eyed since twelve years old,
been told to be kind till my eye blinds fold
if i wanna take a dollar sized bite from the pie,
only seven seven cents they’ll give from the roll

i must be shy, gotta keep voice low
my tone should match my highest goals
a guy is aggressive, and he’s gotta buy, 
so you know we’re both told what to do, now right?

cuz every date
is their acquisition
companies merging without provisions
that’s what its like if i’m with a man,
he’ll take my brand name, no tradition

the world keeps urging new divisions
in good faith, can’t preserve the system
i know deep down i like men and women 
but i hate the straight world’s composition

i hate the straight world’s composition

it’s just too much manpower

i got some high ambitions

in a world full of gun powder

it’s just too much manpower

just gimme money and a couple hours,
i’ll take whats ours
looking at me funny, real mad, real sour
hand the Zen-hai-zir, i’ll devour
i’d convince your buddy, but he just discovered all the shit i got

bug-eyed-curse, lookin’ big like a puffer
Bud-wei-sirs on the floor while he hovers
he floats to the way that i pose on the cover
and when the tracks hits, i’m smooth like butter,
as
he can’t utter a single word
yeah he’s up with the fuckin’ birds
this might be a fantasy, but one day,
i can tell you this really occurs

i can tell you this really occurs

MANPOWER

produced by sasbo, mixed by John Henrickson

lyrics:

[verse 1]
penny-pinching my image, i’m looking good in thrifteds
plenty bitches that dig this, i text like twenty women
Y2K, waist cinching, baby tee from Dickies
so you can’t blame me for the waste that’s covering the cities

i ditched the old style, dress the same since 2020, though
skimming old files, Pinterest said you need a vintage petticoat
flipping through the catalogue of veterans from Vietnam
i feel that i was meant to repurpose fits on my credit card

shopping with the misfits that burn rubber, turning it to tar
second that i see a spitting image, i start standing guard
“there’s another one with docs here, we gotta fill our cart” (okay)
they nod their heads, our hearts set on getting armed, let’s start

am i too heavy in these britches, 
underestimating sinning
thinkin’ i’m the biggest bird when there’s a crane that’s always singing

my timbs no longer feeling steady on the earth,
i’m flipping, tipping over, landing right into a hearse

[hook]
what’s first?
i play the game with my money in the purse
this is my church, my true religion
what’s another way to rid the earth’s curse?

let’s go

[verse 2]
talk that shit about equity, while excessively taking bricks, uh
thick ass pocket like you’re packing heat, but your brain ate your whole dick
paradox with the empathy, i hate you but i love my clique
and we got pairs of docs, steppin’ on the rocket, 
got us going to the moon and shit, uh

money buys happiness, and it’d set me free
but it made you delusional
pulling bunnies out of hats, to defend a tax break, so illusional
it’s a magic trick, but disparity, that you cause is real
think it’s funny in your head, but the people’s laugh will be institutional

you’re running for the office
and from responsibilities
they’re stacking on top like stones in the Crucible
your lungs are usable, so full still
gotta round the doctors and the hillbillies
you’re comfortable, and that’s torture to me, i’m slacking in what i’m meant to be doing

[hook]
and what was it first
i play the game with my money in the purse
this is my church, my true religion
just another way to rid the earth’s curse
at least i think

what else was first?
making hierarchies in the world reversed
this is my church, my true religion
i work hard to rid the earth of old curses

but i just started this shit, so
gimme a minute

NEW ACTIVIST

produced by 4most, mixed by John Henrickson

lyrics:

[verse 1]
waking up at noon on a sunday
two baddies for my pillows on the couch
i still make my living room a runway
snapping pictures like we Zillow-ing the house

you know i’m the shit like i’m at subway, someday, beat the Jimmy Johns at their own game
i’m not playing, bitch, i’m built just an earthquake, bring me to a fault and you can see what im about

[prechorus]
sheesh
i think your partner might be hungry
got their eyes up on my body, i’m the entree
chains are kinda gaudy in the picture frame
they see it and they copy, but we not the same 

[hook]
he’s walking with his baby and he tells her to duck (it’s true!)
i got something lately that they all wanna touch 
i always got the club going up, but
when you try it, you rely on dumb luck

[verse 2]
aye
not a single one that do it like me
i’m the diamonds on your watch and the leather on your seat
steady moving and i never stop to breathe
always climbing up the top, never tethered to a leash, yeah

light as feathers on the geese, heavy metal in the sheets
if my asthma act up, i’ll just carry on and wheeeeeeeze
you never finish what you bring to them
that’s why they followed me on instagram

[prechorus]
ay, i think your lover just discovered me
i’m sweet under the covers so they’re loving me
i know they wanna leave you for the hotter flame,
and i’ll know you’ll try to copy but we not the same

[hook]
he’s walking with his baby and he tells her to duck (it’s true!)
i got something lately that they all wanna touch 
i always got the club going up, but
when you try it, you rely on dumb luck
that shit is rough

DUMB LUCK

produced by Tony C, mixed by John Henrickson

lyrics

[intro]
da-da-da-da, uh

[verse 1]
i just paid a visit to the doctor
said i’m feeling timid, i’ve really been getting hotter
face on pressure cooker, just like Betty Crocker, 
told RNs to watch her, while he gets some water, for me, yeah

the readings came back, like oh jeez,
they’re saying i’m on fire like the rhyming of an OG
i’m reeling from the heat
they gave me codeine, and morphine, but 
surely, the dopamine from love will prove rewarding
according to the songs on the radio, the single life unfortunately borders onto tragedy
but this all sound like sorcery, who am i supposed to be with?
when everybody already seems to be matched to a fit, shit

[hook]
i can’t think of when i last felt right
maybe back when i was being held tight
but how can i fix it?
when nobody kiss this
i’m anti love sick, yeah

i must’ve lied to my wives in the past lives, 
now i’m being chastised 
so how can i fix this? 
my body is listless
i’m anti love sick, baby

[verse 2]
haven’t been with nobody, in a hot minute
the ocean really empty for me, i don’t see no fishes
outdated like a method that is no longer efficient
all my hopes are dying, like they’re immunodeficient
from a broken heart i keel over into a casket
that might be dramatic, still, i get attached quick
you can just imagine, there’s drama always happening here

cuz i can’t think of when i last felt right
i’m a pisces and i keep making scenarios
i’ve been fantasizing with ‘em all night

but when the daylight arrives, i’m like, shit, here we go 
just another day to analyze all of my woes
i let the babies play me, like a strategizing coach
i’m agonizing over this, i know i do the most 

but my childhood the catalyst, it put me on this road 
it’s why i still romanticize the ones who made me cold
supply with me attention, and tell me what i like to be told
then we’re golden, even if your pyrite shows

this is an emergency, but i don’t need no police
instead i’m really pleading for flower petals on my sheets
this shit is simple, it’s not much that i ask
plus the doctor told me, love can heal me in a flash

[hook]
i can’t think of when i last felt right
maybe back when i was being held tight
but how can i fix it?
when nobody kiss this
i’m anti love sick, yeah

i must’ve lied to my wives in the past lives, 
now i’m being chastised 
so how can i fix this? 
my body is listless
i’m anti love sick

i can’t think of when i last felt right
maybe back when i was being held tight
but how can i fix it?
when nobody kiss this
i’m anti love sick, yeah

i must’ve lied to my wives in the past lives, 
now i’m being chastised 
so how can i fix this? 
my body is listless
i’m anti love sick

ANTI-LOVESICK

a song about trauma and coping, accompanied by abstract lyrics and a boom-bap beat.

produced by sasbo, mixed by Master The Sound

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Walking Downstairs

Checking In

Bass Knock (ft. The Player)

Faded on the Weekends

Matter of Time

Tomatoes (and the Ridicule)

Blue Whip (feat. JayThratts)

Matchbox

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