IM CERTAIN IM GONNA DIE THIS TIME 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

Climbing Up The Chimney

Chimney Sweeper

All songs written by Yabadum 
Laszlo Horvath - Bass/Vocals/Percussion 
Charlie Schine - Keyboards/Vocals 
Chris Rivera - Guitar/Vocals 
Robby Jenkins - Drums/Percussion/Vocals 

Produced by - Yabadum, Isaac "Boogz" Slone, Joe Rogers 
Engineered by - Joe Rogers 
Recorded at - Room 17 
Executive Producer - Isaac "Boogz" Slone 
Mastered by - Joe Lambert (JLM Sound) 

Album Art by - Brandon Ngai
Special Thanks to: Jonathan Slone, Michael Shorris, Henry Lilien, Mommies and Daddies, M Noodle, La Gringa, Dumpling Cafe, Cafe Bustelo, Williamsburg, RIP Michael Jackson, Vote Obama, and you ;)

Winter

Now she's high as fuck off of the album Boi Womyn Man Gyrl available on SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, ITUNES ETC

I guess i should feel something
When you're upset that's what they told me
Anyways i feel bad for not feeling sad enough 
But its not like that
Its not like i feel good i think i thought 
I may have known myself 
Or maybe my, maybe my heart beating is retarded 

Oh so sensitive girl 

I tried to ignore your shitty mating calls 
She fucked me cause she thought i was gross 
But kinda cute
As a mound of still lit cigarette butts collect inside her gut

Boy you're so sensitive 

And then she took me to see her kid 
He told me to breathe deep 

I was covered in soot baseball cap mopped hair
Made out with my face at the bar
I handed her my shoes i don't want them
They reminded me of how i ended up here 

Now she's high as fuck

Now She's High as Fuck

mitski did the hissing noise in last words of a shooting star so i'm allowed to do this
then again her hissing noise was white noise and this is an unfortunate tone coming out of the dorm air conditioner
fuk off audio engineers

september song that i never recorded ! ! !! ! 

just to start this off,
this isn’t the start of anything,
just a song that i can sing to you
we’re standing in a graveyard,
a presumably dead arm
popped through the grass,
and who doesn’t talk about that

honey, you are nothing to me
alcohol and dopamine
i’m dying on the sofa
and i barely know the time

like an old man, say i reckon,
i love you for a millisecond,
but i don’t wear a watch or rolex
and my brain’s a toddler rollerskating down a hill, 

i took a spill
and ran into a tree,
and suffered minor injuries

honey, you are nothing to me,
i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet

now i’m just being bitchy,
cause all the stupid boys skipped over me
on our twilight hour meet and greet,
a coffee table theater scene,
but disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three, id rather let the poor kid sleep

he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes,
LSD, post- wisdom teeth
he got lost in the shower and he barely knows the hour

I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
and all the childhood streets and deceased pets that they're referencing

and in the box i’ll type,
i’ll know all the numbers to try,
i wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you’re high

cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen
and weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
i’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed

honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet, the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems.

all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook,
that’ll turn to stark nonfiction in the time it took
for me to notice that I’m old, which means I’ll be 30 and happy
likely married to personified business casual khakis

and i’ll forget about it when i wake up late and stupid
i tried to tell the uber driver till he tried to hit it
i tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
i’m carrying my zombie arm to the 14th grade prom

honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything thats thought to be so sweet the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems 
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems

Presumably Dead Arm

youtube.com/watch?v=WB66NHl5x0M

bulldog eyes - ok demo

Let Live & Let Ghosts

Victoria

Sunspot

Sin Triangle

Laurel Collective - Fax of Death

Written by Foresight 
Hunter Funk mastered it
It was a lot of fun to make and I hope y'all have a lot of fun listening to it!
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lyrics
There's a new park in the middle of town 
We can run from the cops, and hide from the clowns 
we can do drugs and diss each other's pipe dreams 
and learn all about our anatomy 

I once was a loyal dog 
you gotta love everybody but never the hogs 
I didn't mean to make such a mess of things 
I just wanted a coat and something to drink 
now I drown 

dead stuck in this town 
always lost when im found 
in and out of space 
in and out of phase 
feeling deep in the heart 
it feels like tearing apart 
think i'll slowly fade away 

Then I said! 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
everytime! 

Oooooooooooh 
Life's a precious thing, life's a precious thing! 

I once was a creature of light 
said ill spruce up the place make it nice and spry 
I didn't mean to make such a mess of things 
I just wanted existing filled with love and grace for us all 

now it's all deranged 
clinically insane 
in and out of space 
in and out of phase 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 

left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
everytime I sing 

life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
left foot! 
over the right! 
I can't! I can't! 
everytime I sing! 
left foot! 
over the right! 
we can't! we can't! 
everytime I sing! 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
And I said the room is filled with people that love you! 
The Room is Filled With People That Love You!
credits
released November 17, 2018 
guitars, backup vocals: Riley Hardt of The Walrus Filter 
vocals, instrumentation: Vaughn 
Mastered by Hunter Funk
license
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The Room is Filled With People That Love You

The Room Is Filled With People That Love You!

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