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LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-wrongful-life-lyrics

LYRICS ON GENIUS

wrongful life

dedicated to Veronika, the only woman who fit an image that i could previously only imagine.
originally produced/composed by autumn keys, arranged by Jacob Strom, Andrew Perrea, Griffin Roberts, and Ziaire Sherman
engineered, mixed, and mastered by Kyle Cadena at the Music Resource Center-Cincinnati
cover art taken by Roberto on his Fujifilm instax mini 90 in Northside, Cincinnati

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Fun little single about wanting money from merch and not music.
(Also poking fun at the cliche that rappers follow about, "not doing it for the money")

Prod. ATLUSxP5 (From fan-made Persona 5 music playlist)
https://www.youtube.com/user/ATLUSxP5/featured :)

No Money (Prod. ATLUSxP5)

We hope you enjoy High Beams, our end of the year album and a culmination of our efforts in 2017! This is our thank-you to all of you for sticking with us for 52 weekly singles, and our way of ending them with a bang. Stay tuned for more cool stuff in 2018, and happy new year!

Vocals by:
@atwood
@toccimc
@headhaunter

Produced by:
@mindbodyandbeats

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover art by:
@biskwiq

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Lyrics:

[Hook: Atwood]
Ever since a toddler all I ever wanted was that condo in the hills 
Popping bottles with some boujee models sub zero all on my wrist
Zeros all on my checks
One zeros all in my bed
Zeros all on my checks
One zeros all in my bed

[Verse 1: Tocci]
Little boy had a dream
Teeth looking like Himalayas
Paul Wall flexing with my mouth 
Wrist flicking like tennis players
Business maker, innovator
Trick flipping been a skater
Witness hate anticipate them 
Give em all that Cena flavor (Fuck You)
Since a kid hit that bunny hop
Stunning bitches, let them bunnies hop
They ain't bout it unless the moneys hot
Told my pops I'm not afraid of Ops
Sunny days but the shades is off
On her knees make her pray to god
Play it raw really what you take me for
They been thawed,
Ever since a baby boy..

[Bridge: Atwood]
I want ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice AGH!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
Fill up my cup to the rim, yeah I'm bout that 
Ice in my IV drips to my soundtrack
Truant since birth, so I skip, bitch I out class
Lose at Tetris since a kid, son I count stacks
Never want minimal doses, I want all that
Prawns fed to me by sex symbols
Gimme the diamonds all gold dipped, if I'm honest 
Wanting a fleet full of stretch limos
Doing this shit for the zeroes that I gross
And I vomit up everything in the cold and I'm so
Confident I'm building up 'til I'm froze and I go
For the warmth at the end of the rainbow to go home with
a ruby tipped sceptre, diamonds for pleasure
Emeralds in a box, ice for December
Want the sub zero, but try not to venture too far in the cold I already froze

[Bridge]

[Hook]

High Beams

Spotify

Sub-Zero (prod. mindbody&beats)

9 Lives - A throwaway compilation

Mixing and mastering by @dustbunnybedroom
Produced by @ugh_lily
featuring @elleandthegravediggers & @sheffdan
(Single off of the EP "Flavors")

[HOOK: Guia Elle, Sheffdan, & Mahal Slick]
Honey I just gotta say, I don’t need you
Honey we don’t gotta make things alright
You don’t gotta worry if I’ll mistreat you
Baby we don’t need to, you be lookin’ see through

x2

[VERSE 1: Mahal Slick]
Been feeling sad and complacent, like I’ve been down in the basement
The city streets we used to walk are filled with pain and replacement

But lowkey I’ve been putting off the sadness 
And highkey I’ve been driving into madness

I told myself I wouldn’t get to it, now it’s all irrelevant 
Maybe I can sell a bit of loneliness for benefit

By living my life without a dream, and maybe living your life not next to me 

Maybe walking away, everytime we meet
Maybe blocking out the vision everytime we sleep 
We would separate each other, so we never see
The possibilities of us not being obsolete

If we make it happen anyway, it’s not like there’s still much to say
A hello, then you walk away, routine that happens everyday
Our history is killing me, the memories are turning grey
I only wish this wasn’t so regrettable and in your face 

[VERSE 2: Sheffdan]
The soul is see through, transparent in the way you move
I really need you, an addict in the way you groove

You lookin’ so fine when you roll outta’ bed
And with them messy waves rollin’ on the top of your head

I still smile when I see you, no need for a sequel
We’re running this plotline, through sadness

And the gleeful times are looking better now
I’ve been feeling better now 
Once we saw our flaws, we start to work on them together 

How long does it take, i never rush a work of art
And, this’ my masterpiece so come back next March for the


Grand unveiling, and rockin’ our new wedding rings 
Time never failing to lock the whole wedding into, a special day

And I really cannot wait, but it feels so far away
But I know what my cake will look like

We might have to go back and forth
But with a compromise baby, we can make it ours  
_

[HOOK: Guia Elle, Sheffdan, & Mahal Slick]
Honey I just gotta say, I don’t need you
Honey we don’t gotta make things alright
You don’t gotta worry if I’ll mistreat you
Baby we don’t need to, you be lookin’ see through

x2

Madness - feat. guia elle & Sheffdan (prod. lily)

Constellations 2

Summer Love

The shelves in the bookstore's romance section are empty.
Every heartbeat already heard. 
Scratches on pages no longer form words. 
Empty of meaning. 
There's only so much love to discover 
in a genre you've read cover to cover to cover. 
Lights flicker on a screen neither romantic nor comic. 
Dialogue memorized from repeat watches. 
Unwound plot twists. 
Boy meets girl. Both play coy. 
They kiss... here. Called it. 
Heartstring strumming and ear drumming's pummeled me deaf. 
Squeezed every ballad til there was no more mush or gush left. 
Wrung every poem dry of its dew. 
The bookstore's self-help section is empty too. 
Noseblind to flowers. 
Colorblind in galleries. 
I've had love funneled through art so long, 
I can't imagine love in reality. 
When the sound fades and the colors gray, 
art won't ever let me truthfully say I'm in
love.

There's this girl who works at the bookstore 
I started talking to, small. 
Built up the courage to ask her when she gets off. 
Said to meet her at the food court on the other end of the mall. 
Over hot dogs on sticks, we chat. 
Til her boyfriend called 
and I was visibly sapped. 
She said "I know you're sad. 
I only ever ring you up for romance books and I wanted to ask. 
You must love love real bad, 
and that's the problem a lot of people have." 
Bit her hot dog and said, 
"Love isn't moonlight and daydreams and kisses in the rain. 
That's romance, and romance is love without the pain. 
It isn't the same. 
You can get the feeling that you crave 
from your family, your coworkers, or strangers, or a puppy, or a-"
Suddenly, she squirts a ketchup packet on her shirt. 
Isaid, "I think I get it," and I walked her back to work. 
She handed me a kid's book with a puppy on the cover. 
We're not in love, but I love her. 
And that’s love.

the hopeful romantic [prod. by mr. master]

@thomas-garza-5
LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-prod-by-thomas-garza-lyrics

[prod. by thomas garza]

Young & Tired (Prod. Urban Nerd)

Ya got three hundred nights 
to make the most out this life. 
You’re only twenty-four once, 
like three hundred times. 
Ya got three hundred days 
inside this joy of a maze, 
if you’re lucky. 

The sun rose the next morning and said, 
“You were supposed to have slept when I set.” 
I said, “At sixteen, I was supposed to be dead. 
I had ideations of a life without me.
And I stand alive outside of that strife proudly.
So I don’t need the sky to tell me about me.”
I treasure those Los Angeles nights. Red Line echoes. 
That 60 mile-an-hour passenger seat firework show. 
I didn’t keep track of the whole thing. 
At twenty-one, all you’re supposed to keep is going. 
Growing up means counting down. 
Throwing away a calendar matters now. 
Realizations of a life without me. 

I didn’t even get to say hi 
when I saw her for the last time. 
She turned her back 
and her hair waved goodbye. 
I wanted to stop her, ask her. 
But I just went home 
and put an X on my calendar. 
There goes that day, and here goes that night. 
I can at least make it rhyme, if I can’t make it right. 
The soft gaze of that LA moon’s a glare now 
piercing through saying, “Make this matter. 
Make this make sense. Make this count.” 
‘Cause when you run out… 

I probably shoulda stopped her. 
I probably should’ve said thank you more often. 
Probably should’ve reminded him that 
if he needed help, he could call. 
Back when that calendar still hung on the wall. 

Can’t rewind, can’t undo. 
I look back up at the moon and say, 
“Every night, every day, has value.
It has to.”

300 nights [prod. by mr. master]

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