The mind wanders off again, probably to aisle nine.
Somewhere between purpose and paper towels, it forgets why it came.
Philosophers hum under supermarket lights, and the soup cans are whispering secrets they overheard from God.
Nothing’s broken, but nothing’s fixed either.
That’s just how it goes when the brain starts thinking for sport.

Lyrics:

milk, rent, therapy, snack aisle
I blink and forget which part was supposed to matter
everyone looks like they know what they’re buying
I’m just here trying to remember why I came

caffeine and consequence, aisle nine philosophy
capitalism’s two for one anxiety policy
price tags scream louder than my phone
mayonnaise went up again guess I won’t
bought comfort food, returned self doubt
coupon expired, brain tapped out
I’m comparing religions in the frozen peas
one says pray, one says please
thinking about aliens, taxes, rent
if I believed in balance, where it went
every cart’s a metaphor, everyone’s pretending
I think too loud for a happy ending

I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was

call my mom nah
buy a plant yeah
start a cult wait
take a nap same
check my phone nope
read the news nope
find myself where
wash my hair tomorrow

if focus was currency, I’d still be broke
attention span’s a rumor that I kinda wrote
I google peace, forget to hit search
accidentally joined another self help church
my reflection asked me what I need
I said a refund for existing, guaranteed
every aisle’s an existential loop
I talk to soup cans, they talk back too
manifest destiny, manifest debt
manifest the feeling I haven’t met yet
the manager asks if I’m doing okay
define okay. define day.

I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was

write a list lost it
drink water classic
be normal pass it
set goals elastic
eat fruit later
fix sleep never
do better sure
think less never
think less never
think less never
think less never

okay okay
you’re safe you’re fine
there’s food in the cart that means something
breathe in
no wait
did I
forget something
I think I
it’s gone
I don’t know what it was
but I know it mattered

I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it

I should

The Thinker

“I Got This” delivers a sleek fusion of modern trap and boom-bap confidence, balancing smooth lyrical flow with cinematic production. Built on deep 808s, crisp percussion, and reflective tone, it captures a calm sense of control — self-assured without the noise. A polished and confident statement of focus and composure from John AI Smith.

👉 Promo: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/bassvoid/i-got-this

Lyrics:

Yeah… keep it simple, keep it true
Ain’t no panic when you know what to do

Came up slow, learned patience from the grind
Every setback just sharpened my mind
Talk small, act big — that’s the sign
Don’t need flash when your balance aligned

I don’t chase, I pace, I build my lane
Lessons in the losses, strength in the pain

I got this — no stress on me
Moving solid, where I’m meant to be
Cool head, warm soul, let the moment breathe
I got this — that’s all I need

Late nights taught focus, early dawns grind
Trust the process, leave the noise behind
I don’t flex much, peace of mind divine
Real talk only, truth in every line

World spins fast, but I stay still
Respect takes time, can’t fake skill

I got this — no stress on me
Moving solid, where I’m meant to be
Cool head, warm soul, let the moment breathe
I got this — that’s all I need

Yeah…
Still in control, still on beat — I got this.

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I Got This

Ayano

𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 (prod. wvysel)

AUTOMATIC [InTheMix Psy-Edit]

(Now available for purchase on Bandcamp)

SoundCloud exclusive stream atm!

A tribute to C.Gambino

C.Gambino - Automatic (InTheMix Psy-Edit)

Frozen Frequency is a cold, atmospheric Christmas trap track from Bassvoid, blending deep 808 bass with icy winter ambiance and subtle melodic emotion. The song captures the feeling of moving through a neon-lit city on a freezing December night, driven by pulsing low-end energy and a hypnotic groove. With its modern underground edge and holiday undertone, this track delivers a heavy but controlled vibe made for night drives, headphones, and late winter reflections.

👉 Promo: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/bassvoid/frozen-frequency

Lyrics:

Cold air on concrete ground,
Bassvoid moving through the town,
December lights in neon glow,
We run this night in frozen flow.

Frozen streets, bass too strong,
Christmas night we move along,
Red and white in midnight zone,
Trap waves deep in every tone.
Cold season, still we rise,
City lit under winter skies.

Snow on glass, breath tight clean,
Laser lights cut silver sheen,
Late night drive with the radio low,
Digital frost in a slow tempo.
No calm sleep, just pulse and sound,
Bassvoid core underground,
Sub hit hard, engine tight,
Christmas coded in the night.

Step by step through frozen air,
Cold world sharp but we don’t care,
Feel that weight when the drop comes near,
Season loud and crystal clear.

Frozen streets, bass too strong,
Christmas night we move along,
Red and white in midnight zone,
Trap waves deep in every tone.
Cold season, still we rise,
City lit under winter skies.

Ice on rail and frozen signs,
Streetlight flash on chrome outlines,
No soft scenes, just raw and real,
Sub vibrations you can feel.
North wind cut but the sound stay hot,
Bassvoid timing never stop,
Every beat carve through the cold,
Modern Christmas bold and bold.

Not every Christmas needs gold or snow,
Sometimes it’s just bass and glow.

Frozen streets, bass too strong,
Christmas night we move along,
Trap rhythm keep us tight,
Bassvoid own this winter night.

Frozen streets...
bass too strong...

Cold lights fade,
beat runs slow,
Christmas pulse in afterglow.

Frozen Frequency

“Money Flow” by Bassvoid is a dark, controlled trap track built around slow-bounce 808s, cold-city tension, and a hypnotic hook. The song blends heavy trap rhythms with a modern pop-rap edge, while subtle cloud-hop elements create a spacious, nocturnal atmosphere.

Lyrically, “Money Flow” focuses on attention, debt, pressure, and the quiet business handled in the shadows — a grounded narrative delivered with calm confidence. Perfect for late-night playlists, underground trap mixes, and anyone who likes their hip-hop minimal, gritty, and focused.

Lyrics:

People think the streets sleep.
They don’t.

Money flow — that’s where attention goes,
Eyes track numbers when the pipeline grows.
Hands stay ready when the payoff shows,
Move quiet at night — only real ones know.

Money flow — that’s where attention goes,
Keep talk short when the tension grows.
Focus on the grind till the whole thing goes,
Paid in full — yeah, that’s how it goes.

Deals get made with the phones turned down.
People talk loud but they slip when it counts.
A few disappear when the fee comes due,
And I watch their excuses get thinner on cue.

Nothing surprises me, I’ve seen it before.
Big words drop, but the balance is poor.
I don’t run after debts — I don’t chase noise.
I just remember the names and the games they deploy.

Signals flash when the plan goes live.
Keep your steps clean and your circle tight.
Stay calm when the room grows cold.
Pressure shows truth that the stories won’t hold.

Money flow — that’s where attention goes,
Eyes track numbers when the pipeline grows.
Hands stay ready when the payoff shows,
Move quiet at night — only real ones know.

Money flow — that’s where attention goes,
Keep talk short when the tension grows.
Focus on the grind till the whole thing goes,
Paid in full — yeah, that’s how it goes.

Back-room talks with the lights kept low.
Voices stay steady, nobody needs show.
People claim loyalty, but money is proof.
You can tell who’s real by the things they’ll do.

I don’t rush judgment, I give it a beat.
Patterns don’t lie — they repeat and repeat.
In the end, I move quiet, keep everything straight.
You get paid on time if you honor the rate.

If they don’t pay what’s owed…
the streets take note.

Money Flow

“Money Flow” by Bassvoid is a dark, controlled trap track built around slow-bounce 808s, cold-city tension, and a hypnotic hook. The song blends heavy trap rhythms with a modern pop-rap edge, while subtle cloud-hop elements create a spacious, nocturnal atmosphere.

Lyrically, “Money Flow” focuses on attention, debt, pressure, and the quiet business handled in the shadows — a grounded narrative delivered with calm confidence. Perfect for late-night playlists, underground trap mixes, and anyone who likes their hip-hop minimal, gritty, and focused.

Lyrics:

People think the streets sleep.
They don’t.

Money flow — that’s where attention goes,
Eyes track numbers when the pipeline grows.
Hands stay ready when the payoff shows,
Move quiet at night — only real ones know.

Money flow — that’s where attention goes,
Keep talk short when the tension grows.
Focus on the grind till the whole thing goes,
Paid in full — yeah, that’s how it goes.

Deals get made with the phones turned down.
People talk loud but their story’s full of shit now.
A few disappear when the fee comes due,
I watch every excuse — same tricks they always pull through.

Nothing surprises me, I’ve seen that game.
Big words fall when the numbers look strange.
I don’t chase debts — I don’t beg for shit,
I just keep every name on a quiet list.

Signals flash when the plan goes live.
Keep your steps clean and your circle tight.
Stay calm when the room grows cold.
Pressure shows truth that the stories won’t hold.

Money flow — that’s where attention goes,
Eyes track numbers when the pipeline grows.
Hands stay ready when the payoff shows,
Move quiet at night — only real ones know.

Money flow — that’s where attention goes,
Keep talk short when the tension grows.
Focus on the grind till the whole thing goes,
Paid in full — yeah, that’s how it goes.

Back-room talks with the lights kept low.
Voices stay steady — no one need to show.
People claim loyalty, but money’s proof.
You see who’s real by the things they’ll do.

I don’t rush judgment, I give it a beat.
Patterns don’t lie — they repeat and repeat.
In the end I move quiet, no time for fake,
You pay on time if you know what’s at stake.

If they don’t pay what’s owed…
the streets take note.

Money Flow (Light Explicit Version)

When the Light Went Out is the darker counterpart to Bassvoid’s dual-ending storyline.
Where the first ending finds warmth and clarity, this ending collapses into self-blame, regret, and the quiet weight of truth. Driven by deep cinematic trap production, heavy reese bass, and a somber cello/piano riff, the track unfolds like an emotional confession. A raw male vocal tells the moment the light fades — not because someone took it, but because he watched it slip away.
A heavy, atmospheric, and introspective Bassvoid chapter.

👉 Promo: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/bassvoid/when-the-light-went-out

Lyrics:

Yeah…
I keep replaying it,
trying to figure out the moment
I pushed the light away.

I felt it slipping long before it faded,
but I told myself it was nothing.
I ignored the warning signs,
acted like the warmth would stay
just because I wanted it to.

Truth is,
I was the one who let the cracks grow.
I was the one who stayed quiet
when everything needed voice.
I held back when I should’ve held on.

People say the dark comes from outside,
but I know better.
I carried it with me,
dragged it through every moment,
pretended it wasn’t mine.

I thought I was past the worst of it,
but I guess I never stopped breaking things
I didn’t know how to keep.

And maybe the light didn’t leave…
maybe I pushed it out.

When the light went out,
I finally saw the truth:
I wasn’t left behind,
I just let it all fall through.

When the light went out,
it wasn’t fate, it wasn’t them—
I watched it dim
and still did nothing.

When the light went out,
I knew it was because of me.

The silence hits harder than the darkness.
It knows exactly where to land.
Every echo in this place
sounds like something I ruined myself.

I should’ve spoken sooner.
I should’ve held stronger.
But I chose the quiet road,
and it led me right back here—
back to the part of me I tried to outrun.

I’m not angry this time.
I’m just disappointed in the way I folded.
The way I let fear take everything
I swore I’d protect.

Some hurts don’t come from others.
Some hurts come from the mirror.

If the shadows followed me,
it’s because I brought them close.
I didn’t lose the light.
I let it close its door.

When the light went out,
I finally saw the truth:
I wasn’t left behind,
I just let it all fall through.

When the light went out,
it wasn’t fate, it wasn’t them—
I watched it dim
and still did nothing.

When the light went out,
I knew it was because of me.

Yeah…
I can’t blame the dark this time.
Not when I opened the door for it.

When the Light Went Out

Remix by CallmeNowoN featuring Tabby Alexandria's song I'm single again.

Get The Dikk And Dip (CallmeNowoN Remix)

I’m John AI Smith — producer, songwriter, and sonic architect. My music explores what it means to feel in a digital age, where every track is a meeting point between intuition and algorithm.

🎧 The Algorithm of Emotion — that’s my compass, and the heart of everything I make.

This page is my playground — where ideas are born, where tracks evolve, and where I can share music with you first. Thanks for listening, commenting, and being part of this journey.

Join the journey — stream, collect, and support my music on Bandcamp ☕

Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

On to the next project! 

Aliases: PeakLaserFocus / P.L.F. / InTheMix

Inspired by the sounds from the past.

Feel free to use my songs in your YouTube videos by crediting "PeakLaserFocus" and including the SoundCloud/Bandcamp link in the description.

it's all in your mind, let your feelings guide you.

17 yo. indie

"Obey nothing. Become everything. The New Order ends the question of faith."

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