arrangement & mixing help @caleblrt

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5aBO5WZLDgvdcXelgk8qgw?si=9a01883787704308
apple music: https://music.apple.com/ca/album/home-single/1599219490
yt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcKU4JjK_kE

Spotify

home

october (prod - Lil Biscuit)

FEATURING @BARRENWASTE
PRODUCED BY @KILLEDMYSELF

...and the days will continue coming (feat. barren) (prod. killedmyself)

...and the days will continue coming

produced by me, featuring great vocals from @smrtdeath

i don't know
where i am
i'm searching for something
to replace your hand and

i don't know
where you went
i just want you back
in my arms again

fix this (feat. smrtdeath)

please go give the homie https://soundcloud.com/mc_pote some support. He is a great producer and was kind enough to let me sing over his beat <3

also a shout out to https://soundcloud.com/tsudaime who is backing me on the last hook <3

|| lyrics ||

turn the faucet on 
baby don't let me drown 
while i wash the pills down
wash the pills down
tap water in my cup
sick to my mother fucking guts
sick to my mother fucking guts

life before my eyes i rummage through these wise old wounds
took so many pills i'll plummet in my bed quiet soon
could be dead by noon
unless you...
(unless you)
lost my count of all the chances that have passed on by
all the phantoms keep on dancing round my tired eyes
they could take my life
if they want to...
(if they want to)

turn the faucet on 
baby don't let me drown 
while i wash the pills down
wash the pills down
tap water in my cup
sick to my mother fucking guts
sick to my mother fucking guts
(but i'm feeling like you wont)

turn the faucet on 
baby don't let me drown 
while i wash the pills down
wash the pills down
tap water in my cup
sick to my mother fucking guts
sick to my mother fucking guts

thanks for downloading my stuff <3

Stream

tap water || prod. mario

Atlas - My Body Is A Hell

:(

lyrics:
sat beneath your bathroom window
incense burning on the floor
we're watching stars crawl over rooftops
limping on towards heaven's door

whispering through awkward secrets
fumbled words and quaking hands
you and i had bunked with angels
sighing through some sacred lands

and you... you were my heaven
oh, my god... but now there's hell to pay

tell me where it is i'll find
all the people that i've left behind
there is something inside my mind
that doesn't sit well with me

u were my hvn

Produced by Young Enzo.
Featuring @polearm
Mixed and Mastered by @polearm

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-make-cults-not-cliques-lyrics

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxkO09cDREw&t=8s

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Make Cults Not Cliques (ft. Polearm)

everything is ok 

written & performed by colliding with mars
produced by colliding with mars
mixed and mastered by polearm
additional vocal engineering by leorinda
cover art by colliding with mars


lyrics:

I’m gonna be a pop star 
So I can go make my mother proud of me
She never believed in the music industry
Every time I showed her one of my songs
She never really cared at all

[Chorus]
God damn
Just wanna see you in the crowd sometime
Because you’ve seen me break down one too many times tonight
And I know I haven’t been the greatest son
But I wanna prove that I’m the type
I’ll make it up to you

Quit your crying
Teach your son a lesson, quit your crying
I spent my whole life proving myself
To those who I’d never see again
Guess that’s something I get used to
But I’m moving on
Hindsight 20.20 when there’s something wrong

I just wanna be special to you

[Chorus]

Now when they all see me want a photo
How you even say that you’ve been so cold
I don’t wanna be here wanna go home
I just wanna go home
I don’t make as much as all my friends
When you say that wish that I was dead
I just wanna make my mom proud
But all she cares about is why I’m not the best now

I just wanna be special to you

[Chorus]

I’m gonna be a pop star so I can go make my mother proud

my mom doesn't believe in me

prod. @byrook1e
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
I met you late last year inside that golden age
and you were worth the wait in it, that's clear, I chased you for a date and we had wild goose eggs and beer
then we flew the coop with time itself, two caged canaries caught causing coups
who moved below their radars and noses all by ourselves
black clouds, two heads, one storm, and one bright silver lining
against the current, tripped power, it poured, and we spun bottles it filled with lightning
my jokes would land in honey as the milk slipped out restraints
while blood, sweat, and tears in the kitchen sink we accidentally spilt dripped down the drain
they tied that bag with threads of fate but that bronze cat got out anyways
and rolled out the carpet for colored herrings it snagged from waters I tested late
I'd stare at couple's flags on distant ships, you would jump to others that passed at night
to stretch your sea legs, so loose lips sealed both our fates to sink or sink
you'd count on me to sleep on the white lies you said, so I wolfed down an egg
and pulled that wool right off my head on the lam while you wore your sheep-skin disguise to bed
I watched my life grind to a halt, and fiery sparks had flashed before my eyes
just like ours did inside the pan with a final shot to light the dark
you talked my ear off about your reasons, communication issues between us
you said I use too many idioms, but in that case we're in agreement
yet I'm not here to villify you, and there's no apology that you owe me
I'm just passing by, here parked on memory lane until they tow me

Make Cults Not Cliques (ft. Polearm)

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