This track is a story based on a scenario I’ve experienced before, in addition to being a hypothetical scenario in my current lifestyle.
I used a combination of loops, samples, processing and a bit of my custom sound design work to achieve the final stages of creating this mixture of genres. If you have an interest in exploring behind the scenes of my work for collaboration or other purposes, feel free to PM me. Bye for now, here is a transcript of the lyrics:

To the sky I been falling
Ignoring my calling 
And I got a body that’s 
Fillin with toxins
Drunk at the party and I got some
shit to acknowledge
Feelin my heartbeat I’m not coming
In the apartment
Sleep in the car and I start
Getting sick of this nonsense

Fire in my chest getting drowned
While I’m missing my baby
Drink got me clouded I’m callin 
And thinkin of maybe
What if I found it I know
She don’t want me to say that
A way to get out and 
I want it so bad she can taste that

I got a 5th and a sack
And a shot and a lineup
Previntin her wantin me back
I’m not making my mind up
Seein the pitch goin backwards
And breakin the windup 
Nothin to give and I’m accin
The fool well I might just

Do it tonight and swear I can stop it
Tomorrow
Get up and fight it but I know that’s not
How the plot goes
Logic behind me ignored like a street
Full of potholes
Thought it’s fine I’m alright but no
Really I’m not though

Just when I thought I was through
With my past
Drink in my glass
Blunt in my hands
Numb in my face I don’t feel
When you slap it

Thought I might move it away
With some time
Snuff it inside
Outta my mind
But habits come back like
Just like riding a bike -shit-

You came along when I wasn’t quite right
In my mind space
Diffusing the bomb that was finna ignite
Up in my space
Remember the trauma so clearly I might’ve been sideways
In the way that I talked but you liked
The way that my eyes made

Contact with yours
Feeling the force
Of something that’s changin the course
Steerin away from the shame and remorse
Took out my hand and I put it in yours
And
We’d open doors
Move by the shores
Doing what we could afford
Put us together and we became more
Stretching our feathers and made it to soar

So now I’m here pondering how in the fuck
Did this happen
Igniting the charge and I start to get stuck
In the habit
Gun to the head shot the part of me
Leading to badness 
Back from the dead bit an artery
Now I’m descending to madness

The shallow grave I dug for you
And all the pain you’ve run me through
The battle rages on it’s true
I’ve got a name for what to do

To the sky I been falling
Ignoring my calling 
And I got a body that’s 
Fillin with toxins
Know what I gotta be I got some
shit to accomplish
Feelin my heartbeat I’m gonna
End shit that I started
Killin the cause of the sickness
Is all that I wanted

Return of the Sickness

Just something I put together as a general statement of where I am in life. Here is the vocal transcript:

No one really knows me
But I’m demonstratin just who’s below me
Thinkin you can show me
You know you sillier than bologna 
Always use my noodle
Your noggin duller than rigatoni
Nose like a toboggan
I hit these slopes and I’m steady coasting

If I don’t answer the phone
It’s because I’m steady ghosting
Stay beyond the bullshit
But lately I think Im feelin lonely
Makin some acquaintances
Friends are flaky I need a homie
Tell my girl I’m not in the mood
Can she let it go and hold me

More on that later 
for now imma get back to the story
Cruising past these haters
Like I was Columbus in a ford
(And) Contemplatin life like it’s every day
I was turning 40
Feel like livin’s hard to afford
If you only workin 40

I doubled up in the city
And took my lady with me
Makin stacks and spending
My cash on my greatest passion pending
I put it out there occasional 
Contests I be cool with
Meanwhile using tools
That I would fool with since I was a student

Can’t figure out whether
I’m on the rise or if I should bother
Bought a PA then brought it back
And went out and bought a plotter
Put a label on it and tried to return it
To my card but
Shipping says to pick it up
I gotta be at my apartment

Now I don’t know I’m doing
But I know what I’m about
9 up to the stars and I’m shooting
Until it’s runnin out
rob the army surplus 
absurd but I’m givin all I got
Just when you think I’m finished
You think again cause I’m probly not

My girl and I can’t decide
On whether we breakin up
Goin out to city side
If she gettin faded we makin up
At home we close our eyes
For a minute and then we waking up
Complaining makin statements
Like we wasn’t even makin love

But we get passionate
Easily made exasperated
Got compulsive habits
And run away with imagination
95 percent of the madness
Is simply fascination
Blooming out of havoc
To different kinds of infatuation 

Take a look in the mirror
We all got different faces
All Kaleidoscopic fear
Love and abuse in different spaces
No I don’t want in
this microcosm of limitations
Yet I know that cosmically
All of these things are forming greatness

I got my shades
But I’m feelin I need to shade em darker
Swingin through the city
Like photophobia Peter Parker
With a can of twisted
To blast you with if you staring longer
Rollin with the gadgets
I mixed from hittin the tech department

I need to get some more pieces
So I can sort it out
Synthesize the grief I’ve experienced
Just to pour it out
Don’t know how to leave it I’m serious
Never goin out
Keep my demons heated and furious
But I hold it down

Try to work as a team
Like it was an RPG
Sharin EXP
While we out patrollin the scenery
Get on the scene
Loud and obnoxious like I was cardi B
And talk to everybody
Like what the fuck do you want from me

Different Faces

Return of the Sickness (Bittersweet remix)

A song I made as a soundtrack to a video I made of a 4 layer boat graphic I was putting together. I spent a weekend listening to marshmallow before churning out this uplifting track as a way of expressing my happiness at having found something great and unique. Hope you enjoy!

Super Joy Boi

This track was made using something I’ve been working on for a long time; creating a single preset that handles everything but the drums and the 808. Predictably played, yet slightly unpredictable, the effects and timbres that play out can vary at a moments notice. This is organized chaos at its most efficient level yet.

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