Piano Twilight

https://lovibe.bandcamp.com/album/lolife-v3

Say So (Jorja Smith x Miraa May remix)

Felt was the appropriate textrue, wrong consistency.
So I asked her, did she know how to tie knots which could not be untied?  No pun intended.  Are you going out tonight?  Not while my lips are duc taped and my skirt all ripped up by the time we get ready together.  Are the re more chicas llamiendote hoy quien no es yo?  Si, solo modelas para mi videos, no es importante.  She took my hands in front of me and put them into a nippon for earth magicc, just one open on top of the other balled into a fist.  Then she do you think, quiet viewer, she may have had a idea in her head, perhaps quiet like you, but a seed, nonetheless, of wherein shall I go when you are not around with my thick and wandering self body reflection?  The answer is en el bosque los floras no discriminar cual insecto estar con, solo es el vida de abierrto por una momiento por mis ...  The way she shifts her legs, is that sexy to you, or are you in it for the way you want to shift her legs for her?  Because she's a nice girl with a thick body, or a bad gurk wuith a paralyzing set of ... I was going to make a cake for us, would you eat it for me with her?  I asked my recent aquiantence.  La repuesta fue "no mas puedo solo mirando a ella, yo creo que tus ropas de muejeres son interested en " and with that the girl parked the car and says let's go, vamos the fuck out of here, we've got actual work to do while you men play with your dicks I'm packing real heat over here.  She fans her pussy and we all look at la pistaola en ella mano.  Grande Prix De Tatiana

Vertigo

Digital Prostitute.jpeg ( Circa 2013 )

sonando jales instrumental

raw guitar memo, embaci on vocals y asi nomas quedo

Embaci, nudo Noche En Abril

Hood Telenovela

The Fish Fry

PUT DEE LIME IN DEE COCONUT @YOUNGSIMT2R

Lyrics: 

Where are you now
When I need you the most
I'm asking
Where have you gone
When I need you the most
I'm asking 
Where are you now
You disappear with the smoke
You treat it all like a game
And play me out like a joke
And I know

You know better
You know my hand, jack is better
You know, You know, my hand
Know my jack is better

Don't wanna be the one to make the same mistake again
I watch my cards and how I play 'em
Know what to look for and I come prepared
Might have been the wrong thing, but you cannot say that I don't care
Only something that's real and rare can really get me there

Where are you now
When I need you the most
I'm asking
Where have you gone
When I need you the most
I'm asking 
Where are you now
You disappear with the smoke
You treat it all like a game
And play me out like a joke
And I know

You know better
You know my hand, is better
You played with what you were dealt
Baby, I know better

Spotify

jack knows all (prod. astral trap)

FreeFall.

https://youtu.be/nDYV2B8ZMhY?si=PYRmtgc2f278z4aS

00:00 lord finesse - intro
00:29 trendykam - ven aqui (mos def freestyle)
01:22 callmelike - finesse bop
03:10 heine aabφ - change v2 (godsconnect mix)
05:18 haje - a memory of u
08:14 knx. - lakfaith
09:50 holloww - waiting
10:58 toj - patna dem
11:35 junie - ezike
12:22 knx. - ibet.itdew.
13:16 nak - easy 
15:45 devin morrison - str8 up

WATCH VIDMIX

GodsConnect Loosie Mix V2

2019.05.10. out!!!
7inch Vinyl Only

Side A : Wait Till Dawn
Side B : Wait Till Dub

Music & lyrics by asuka ando
Produced by Ga-pi & Ari
Recorded at Jahdub Stido.
Mixed by Ga-pi at Jahdub Stido. Sriracha. Thailand.
* Wait till dawn (Jahdub Stido Version) Mixed by Ga-pi & Prince Fatty :)
* Wait till dub Mixed by Ga-pi & Prince Fatty :)
Artchawin Sinsa-art ( Rootsman Creation) on Percussion
Nat Losinkham  ( Rootsman Creation) on Saxophone
thanks & respect to Prince Fatty, Hassi

WaitTillDawn Sampler

Originally hailing from Louisiana, Sheets Soulstice is an attempt to bridge the gap between modern and ancient forms of communal music.  Blending folk, hip hop, and analog sound tapestries together, Sheets weaves together experiences rather than just tracks.  After a hiatus, Sheets will be returning to write, produce, and release music [edit - and film / visual arts] co'nsi'stent'ly ASAP.

The backdrop the near future, the setting: bleak.  Dickhole Dupree returns to his dusty ass shithole to find his wife rearranging their digital plant wall, the only serious investment they made since moving in.  He kicks back in his graviton couch and cuts on the quadrilateral triangle box to watch football.  It's The Sophisticated Angles vs. The Here-say Arguments again returning for the title match after an unremarkable tie for what seems like another one.  "The Day of the Dog Begins when you eat the 9th parasite," he sends up through his meditational hyperlink.  His wife opens the parachute door and responds through said orifice:  "please do not wear the chicken suit."  But it was too late.  He looks down at his bioflesh and to his aghastfulness sees the glimmer of crystalline feathers instead of his normal brown peacoat.  He lets out a horrendous yelp and leaps out of his chair and finds that his wife his vanished and yet her voice eerily remained resonating through the hallway speaking of the kale salad she had auto-digested earlier that day.
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senseless violins and lying marimbas
Instagram:  @sheets_soulstice
houjichasamurai@gmail.com

Digital Prostitute.jpeg ( Circa 2013 )

sheets soulstice