Oh, are you still there? I thought you left. 

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White Coat (prod. 1VArt)

Upside Down Frowns (feat. Atlas)

se inscreva no canal: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVaPNT91ahZf0DWTJxT-yhQ

Atlas Ft. Autumn Keys - If Design Dictates Function, What Am I

Thank you all so much for the overwhelming amount of support, got a fun little track dropping for yall this Friday :)

additional vocals by me

feat. https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa
prod. by https://soundcloud.com/saysooo
art by the lovely @passive155 (on twitter)
mixed by me

Lyrics:

And if every thing we thought correct
Had just got up and left
I wouldn't hesitate to take another step
In your direction
Recollectin memories we share the best ones
And I'd restart at step one for your affection
I'd get to relearn what makes you laugh and smile
And get mad scrunchin your nose and your brows
I don't know how it happened
It's like some men in black shit 
A click then a flash and now we don't know where our past went
Or what our past was
The half kiss and half touch
Some would call it bad luck 
And i ain't even mad because
I get to experience you all for the first time again
And take you on dates so we can talk about the lifes we live
And i can't wait for that first kiss 
I want it to be perfect
Even thinking bout it's making me nervous 
This is all just so surreal
I can't even begin to wait to get to know how you feel

If. .we. .would. .re. .set
I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't mind, i wouldn't mind no
×4

okay, freeze frame argument
we’re sitting on a park bench
our past is running circles through me,
I’m stuck on your arc length,
every evening we spent cheerful hangs
suspended in air
we both agreed that we ain’t working
though, we ended it there
and every sip of morning coffee you made
after i slept over or the way you slipped your 
sweater off your shoulder just to trace me through 
your supernova tattoo on your collarbones
comes floating back in monochrome, 
sheathed in a protective cover 
i’d give anything  to relive me and you in technicolor,
reincarnate months back to the party where I met you
where we dipped and watched the starlit sky then woke up in your bedroom
it’s not a second chance, you see, I want a second play-through
some way where if I fuck up I’d rewind to an escape route
and evade making the wrong choice
program every date with a respawn point
and meander through the multiverse, i’d go whatever distance
till I happen on a parallel dimension that’s not this one

If. .we. .would. .re. .set
I wouldn't mind
I wouldn't mind, i wouldn't mind no
×4

Reset, feat. samsa // sayso !

I guess the afterlife is crazy after all...

Produced by Raven.
Mixed and Mastered by @polearm. 
Artwork by Dog Eat Dog Designs. (https://bit.ly/2VPPYYg)

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-the-life-and-times-of-the-already-dead-lyrics

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The Life And Times Of The Already Dead

produced by @aimless-beats
art by twitter.com/ahahamadork

back at it again

i write inside of the eye of the storm
with a hyphen-divided title that sidles by in the shadows
hyper-drive when you trying to ride beside in the morn
with that iodine on my clothing, i wash it out with the form
no pauses, no breaks, and i don't talk to no fakes no more
they all snakes, no more of that
i could write a gorgeous rap and probably make a quarter sack
but i would rather throw it like a quarterback

motherfuckers hoarded that style, and now they bored of it
i'm bored of y'all, i wish half these cats in my tapestry acted more involved
i wish they'd address me as majesty when i tour the mall
and i wish all the haters that message me could afford it all
it's kinda sad, i don't know what it's like to rhyme that bad
i don't know what it's like to be that kind of mad
i do know what it's like, to sit looking back at the times they had
in passing, but i'm focused on pressing pencil to writing pad aptly

and i don't mean to end abruptly
but i seem to be disgusting all the people here to judge me
and that's lovely, while y'all are obsessing over some painted nails
i'm hopping the safety rails, exiting while the train derails
and this is patience, stale as ever in the passing sense
frail as ever, such a fragile wimp to battle with... yeah
and i don't mean to be a masochist
but after all the shit y'all put me through, i'm kinda glad ya' did

'cause i don't really care for the world these days
the world these days
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves
and everything is dull when the world's such a boring gray
such a boring gray
i got too many homies out here seeing early graves
seeing early graves

early graves (prod. aimless)

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Produced by @bgxrg

(Hook)
Leave me alone, please.
Let me play my keys and pluck my guitar.
Is that too much to ask?
Leave me alone, please.
I just had my heart broken to pieces and I'm still sweeping up the shards.

(Verse)
We used to intertwine our fingers
Like we were making wicker baskets of our hands.
And the second she sang to my ears I nearly died as my heart stopped beating.
Was that too much to ask?

(Hook)
Leave me alone, please.
Let me play my keys and pluck my guitar.
Is that too much to ask?
Leave me alone, please.
I just had my heart broken to pieces and I'm still sweeping up the shards.

(Adlib)

alone (too much to ask for) [Prod. blank]

produced by @mt_fujitive

lyrics:

life has got me feeling discombobulated, in place of common phrases
all i say are awkward statements in every conversation
often sitting cautious, pacing, dropping frames in talks with strangers
making observations, in that awful cadence
i've been rather quiet since a sophomore
every time my voice comes out my mouth, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard
saving pieces shattered as my age increases faster
i can make my thesis matter if i learn to fuckin' talk more

but that's just an inkling, small talk is always shrinking
and this ship will always sink until we fill in all the gaps
i've made some dumb decisions and evaded inhibitions
digging graves for my ambitions just to make it on the map
which seems ironic at present, given my title
periodically stepping through this recital
i've practiced a thousand times, messaging with my idols
and definitely sounding like a dumbass when i try tho

i treat a soundcloud page like a diary
and push away all the people who inspire me--sorry
so afraid of the person i should try to be
and it seems, by now, they should kinda be sorry

flowers ep

discombobulated (prod. mt. fujitive)

produced by https://soundcloud.com/draffish & https://soundcloud.com/mental

lyrics:

[Verse 1]
first things first lets make this clear
i don't know where i'll be next year
for all i care i could be on the street

i feel so lame when you are near
i think bout how i was last year
for all i care i could be six feet deep

[Hook]
its noones fault but just my own
and noone knows what i would owe
i don't know if you'll ever give it back

with blurry eyes i feel alone
in clubs i cry in bathroom stalls
i don't know if you'll ever take me back

[Verse 2]
first things first lets make this clear
i don't know where i'll be next year
for all i care i could be on the street

i feel so lame when you are near
i think bout how i was last year
for all i care i could be six feet deep

in dim lit rooms i'll see your face
inside the fumes i'll feel your grace
wash over me a sad and broken wreck

i wish for views of mountainsides
and country roads that i can ride
and realise that i dont need to forget

[Hook]
its noones fault but just my own
and noone knows what i would owe
i don't know if you'll ever give it back

with blurry eyes i feel alone
in clubs i cry in bathroom stalls
i don't know if you'll ever take me back

why - prod. our final hours

this is the sound of saying goodbye

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