Turtles All The Way Down - Written, Produced, Mixed  and Mastered in FL Studio by Dr. Oblong. 


This work (Turtles All The Way Down, by Dr. Oblong), identified by Greg Round, is free of known copyright restrictions. 


Samples used in song
Splice:		Soul Roots with Cover Story Doo Wop - SO_SRCS_99_arrangement_brooklyn_Bb
		Dollar Bin - Resampled Soul - SO_DB_85_electric_guitar_lead_chicago_Gmin
		Dollar Bin - Resampled Soul – SO_DB_92_bass_guitar_portland_Gmin
		Boom Bap Horn Stacks - SO_BH_90_tenor_sax_melody_purple_Gmin
		Jazz Cuts feat. Alita Moses - SO_JC_90_vocal_harmony_camel_Gm
		Jazz Cuts feat. Alita Moses - SO_JC_90_vocal_riff_aluminum_Gm
		Jazz Cuts feat. Alita Moses – SO_JC_90_vocal_riff_cerise_Gm
		Shiftee Pack Vol. 3 - SHIFTEE_fx_dwt_vocal_shhhh
	Amsterdam Recording Company Decades of Sonic Treats - ARC_118_electric_guitar_lick_jangly_reverb_tremelo_euphoric_Gmin
	Amsterdam Recording Company Decades of Sonic Treats – ARC_118_electric_guitar_lick_jangly_reverb_tremelo_elated_Gmin
Cymatics:		LIFE – Marketplace 2

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Turtles All The Way Down

VOCALS BY https://soundcloud.com/owell-sparx AND https://soundcloud.com/mentalepademik
PRODUCED BY MENTAL EPADEMIK

I WANT PUSSY

thirty nine thirty

ghost. [555]

Produced and mixed by Teether.
Cover photo by Laura Gaston.
Teether logo by Cythraul Art.

Part of me’s drawn to the fall
Lower than ever before 
In limbo with flourishing gall
Found myself in separation
I dodge communication like a ball
Dabble in hesitation like an art form
Salivating at the thought
Not graduating anymore
I give a demonstration of sorts
Dreading disintegration of the form
Beat myself up like its a sport
Shatter the jaw, scream when I yawn
There are some things you cannot be taught
I wrestle with my own thought
Then question what I just saw
Humans a pest
Hope I don’t leave any spawn
Each day is a test
Usually underperform
Spoke out my neck
Memory stood at my door
Another regret
When I thought I couldn’t fret any more
Take what you get
I’d give an arm and a leg
But I need arms for defence
I cracked my shell when I sat on the fence
Keep a keen eye on the self
You could be felled

How to Not

a collection of beats made on the 5th of june

beats, mixing, mastering and art by myself

put this on your zune

Tuesday

Featuring @sbthemoor and @malcomtopaz.
Produced and mixed by Teether.
Mastered by @mr-society.
Cover photo by Laura Gaston.

Harness my form
Blood on my sword
Used to the balking
Fled from before
Swift when I walk
You won’t hear me talking
Stuck on a thought
Up ’til it’s morning
High or in the throes of boredom 
Tire disorders 
Fools never sought 
Self is a storm
And overwhelmed by the swarm
Life is live performance
So I stood up, scuffed
Dusty ’til I brushed it off
Often switch the subject
Flee from problems, breathe through blunts
Blades hit me and puncture
Hush the room with wounded cough
Hold the posture as I ponder
Then consume an awful lot
Aim is steady but
Tend to self destruct
Pain inside my gut
Spite is all I got
Brain is fucked
And I must hate my lungs
Pressure weighs a tonne
Shuffle like there’s cement in my socks
I’m safe inside my bubble ’til it pops
Stew in my disgust

Stew (ft. Malcomtopaz and SB the Moor)

Tales From The Studio Ft Meals

Written and performed by Realname and Teether.
Mixed by Teether.
Mastered by Mr. Society.

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