14-year-old Colton Stanley (KID A), and his younger brother (Yung Bra), saw a mountain of dirty dishes as the ultimate enemy. The soapy water, the soggy food bits—it was a nightmare. They'd much rather be on their PlayStations, lost in a new game, or kicking a soccer ball around with their buds at the park. Their mom, however, was unyielding. "Boys," she'd say, "these aren't going to wash themselves." They'd try everything to get out of it, from claiming they had too much homework to bargaining for an extra week of chores, but she always stood her ground. To them, the dishes were the one thing standing between them and absolute freedom, an endless pile of rebellion they just couldn't win.... so they quit, yo.

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"QUIT'N DISH'N"
KID A Journal Entry
Aug. 14, 2025


Yo… I had plans, man.
Controller in my hand, Wi-Fi on demand,
Button-mashin’ battles, Fortnite on the stand,
Maybe bike ride, maybe TV, maybe just nap,
But nah—Mom drops the bomb: “Get your hands in the tap.”
Man, I’d rather count ceiling cracks ‘til I die,
Than scrub somebody else’s spaghetti pie.
I just wanna lay in bed, let the day float by,
Instead I’m sink-deep in my own alibi.


Pick up a plate—great, now it’s slick like slime,
Looks like it’s been here since two thousand and nine,
Chunk of mystery meat—what even is that?
Feels like it bit back when I poked it with the spat.
Water scaldin’ hot, then it’s ice-cube cold,
Suds up my sleeves like they’re ten years old,
Forks with gunk wedged tight like ancient glue,
Spoon lookin’ like it survived a barbecue.
And don’t get me started on the glass with the ring,
Who drank milk, left it out—man, that’s a crime scene thing.


I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
Every cup, every bowl, every fork—oh no,
Rather be anywhere else, but here I go,
Scrubbin’ like my life’s a low-budget show.
I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
But I’m stuck in the soap, in the suds, in the flow,
Every plate’s a boss fight, I just can’t cope,
Yeah, I’m losin’ my mind—pass me the dish soap.


Nah, nah, nah—this is torture disguised as a chore,
Like a war on my hands, man, a germ-spore war,
Got sludge in the sponge, got slime in the sink,
Every time I touch somethin’ I stop, gag, think:
“Why me? Why here? Why this filth, right now?”
Whole kitchen smell like a dead cow’s pow-wow,
I’m scrappin’ at a skillet that could break my wrist,
Like I’m fightin’ Excalibur—if it smelled like fish.
Grease fight back, man, it laughs in my face,
Soap slip-slides like it’s tryin’ to escape,
My brain’s in a rage, my patience a ghost,
Every sud-bubble pop just makin’ me roast.
Drip-drip, on my socks, now the floor’s my foe,
I’m skatin’ in spaghetti juice—yo, this is low,
Knives in the water like sharks in a tank,
One wrong move, now my hand’s in the bank.
I’m elbow-deep in the muck, and I’m losin’ my grip,
Whole process slower than a Netflix clip,
I’m a prisoner here, I can’t break free,
This ain’t dishwashing—it’s dishwashing me.


I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
Every cup, every bowl, every fork—oh no,
Just touching the yuck, now my fingers are stuck,
I’m scrubbing this crud and I’m runnin’ outta luck.
I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
But I’m stuck in the soap, in the suds, in the flow,
Every plate’s a boss fight, I just can’t cope,
Yeah, I’m losin’ my mind—pass me the dish soap.


WHY IS THIS MY JOB?!
I didn’t make that stew!
I didn’t eat that pie!
I didn’t pour that goo!
I’m a prisoner of porcelain, chained to the sud,
Hands in the trenches, elbow-deep in crud!


Thirty minutes later, sink’s squeaky and bare,
I’m sweaty, I’m tired, and soap’s in my hair,
I grab my controller, I slump in my chair—
…and Mom says, “Good job, now take out the trash.”
...man, I quit!

-KID A 
take care Yung Bra!
🤗 
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QUIT'N DISH'N (feat. KID A & Yung Bra)

711 slurpees n blow

"redeyes"
Single

© 2024 Nosh Boffin Records

Lyrics/Vox: Josh Parker
Exec Producer: NoshOnTheBeat
Mix/Mastering: NoshOnTheBeat

Lyrics:

I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Stowaway way below
Getaway like it’s stole
I been at this all night (all night)
So I’m not about to fold
I am not about to fold
You look the other way
While I try to relay
Both sides of the scroll
Both sides getting shown
I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Always in the smoke
Caught up in the smoke

Listen
Like a lifted enchantment
Bad visions keep dampening
Signal been jamming
To this sliver of chance
That I've been cramped up in
And I'm callusing my hands
Climbing out of this spiritual paralysis
Patting down my pants
And found an ounce of this
Ample field sampling
So I’m back to self challenges and
Won’t stop till they lifting up the bannering
Spittin' incantations
Keep an elixir on my quick hand's bracelet
Nothin too big to chase
When I equip my spaceship keys 
It’ll be a quick migration
C'mon, keep this formation
What I'm sipping got my eyes 
Just a bit dilated
Won’t split come winter
Can’t fit replacements 
We could glide off just vibrations 

I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Stowaway way below
Getaway like it’s stole
I been at this all night (all night)
So I’m not about to fold
I am not about to fold
You look the other way
While I try to relay
Both sides of the scroll
Both sides getting shown
I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Always in the smoke
Caught up in the smoke

Can't get any faster than
How quick we made it back
To the quest master
Unwielded your shield
Unveiled your past through passwords
You're the newest spellcaster
At the hero’s guild, yea, subzero chill
We been crafting the mold and
I bet they're comin' after 
For now, they're just 
Looking like some alabaster 
And this whole place crawling with these Aleisters
Yea, I'd been to hell and back first
I confess, you could work on your bedside manners
I bet my mana regenerating at a rate unfathomed
When I get things straight
Redirect my stance first
Double check my answers 
Saw 'em get a little motion 
Then eject their standards 
So I sip will potion 
Yea, I’ll make this plan work
Hold my weight, I'm a boarding passenger

I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Stowaway way below
Getaway like it’s stole
I been at this all night (all night)
So I’m not about to fold
I am not about to fold
You look the other way
While I try to relay
Both sides of the scroll
Both sides getting shown
I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Always in the smoke
Caught up
Caught up catching red eyes (red eyes)
Stowaway way below
I been at this all night (all night)
So I’m not about to fold
I am not about to fold
You look the other way
While I try to relay
Both sides of the scroll
Both sides getting shown
I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Always in the smoke
Caught up in the smoke

redeyes (Single)

redeyes

New mixtape out now. Listen here: https://dylanowen.ffm.to/dowhatyoudomixtape "Dinosaur Days" is the final single off the mixtape. DO MIXTAPE 3 starting soon....

DO WHAT YOU DO MIXTAPE

Dinosaur Days

STREAM MIXTAPE

DINOSAUR DAYS

lyrics

my soul and body come apart, come apart
you left me alone in the dark
you see the blood run down my arm-arm-arms
the soul leaks from your heart
my soul and body come apart, come apart
you left me alone in the dark
you see the blood run down my arm-arm-arms
the soul leaks from your heart

i cant get out my bed!!
my head is filled with dread!!!
sometimes i dont recognize myself
and i still feel you here
why wont you disappear?!
sometimes i dont recognize myself

my soul and body come apart, come apart
you left me alone in the dark
you see the blood run down my arm-arm-arms
the soul leaks from your heart
my soul and body come apart, come apart
you left me alone in the dark
you see the blood run down my arm-arm-arms
the soul leaks from your heart

soul & body [+lxrdgiven]

Chanson et mixage fait avec FL STUDIO 25 

Instru utilisée (Prod.Youngmesa) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0uLuKX4f-s

(j'ai mis de la reverb dessus)

Paroles : 

Et je te promets de plus m'évanouir (Ah!)
Et je te promets de plus défaillir, baby! (oh ooooh oh ooh)
Et je te promets de plus m'évanouir oui
Et je te promets de plus mentir oh oui (ah)

Et je te promets sur ma vie (ma vie!)
Si je ment, je meurs (oh oooh oui!)
Si je ment, je meurs (oh oui!)
J'en ai marre de te mentir ou oui (de te mentir,ah!)

J'veux être honnête avec toi comme tu l'es avec moi (ouh ooouuuh)
Putain ce que j'en ai marre de tout ces mensonges de toutes ces bassesses que la vie me fait! (brr! hey!)

Et je m'envole oh oui comme un oiseau libre (oh ohhh ohh ohhh)
J'en ai marre de mourir, j'en ai marre de m'évanouir, oh ohh (bang bang! ah!)
Et je te promets de plus mentir, et je te promets de plus m'évanouir oh ooooh ooh ! 

J'ai un coté de moi qui est crazy (oooh ooh)
J'ai un coté de moi qui est crazy 
J'ai un coté de moi qui est crazy (ooooh oooh)

Wooh oooh

Je te promets de plus mentir oh oui oui!
Je promet de plus défaillir oh oui oui! (oooh oooh!)
Je promet de plus défaillir oh oui oui! (oh ohh!)
Je promet de plus m'évanouir oh oui oui! 
Je te promet de plus mentir oh oui oui
Je promet de plus m'évanouir oh oui oui! (oooh ooh)
Je te promet de plus mentir oh oui oui
Je promet de plus m'évanouir oh oui oui! 
Je te promet de plus mentir oh oui oui

Et je te promet... (Prod By YoungMesa)

Swag Haver (prod by @prodbyade)

Walk In My Shoes (prod by @prodbyade)

Just Keep Swimming (prod by @prodbyade)

Music Video: https://youtu.be/Xw2XcD2Dtak?si=MG79SG9jyY-EAegx

Near (the end)

I CANT FUCK WITH YOU

(glassdoor)

ur music tiny, itty-bitty
u a nuisance just like clippy
you a opp not fuckin w me
"how many bands u made?" like 50 in a day
get the fuck up out my way
really trusted you u lied when u said u was here to stay
(you a fake)
n i cant fuck w that
you a snake you getting packed-packed-packed
caught in a trap
call it wraps
gotta stay strapped gotta get my get back
(ow!)
why'd u leave me on my own?
you a fake, you a hoe
better get forgotten
breathe it in like pollen

they say "glass where have u been?"
i been in my bag, u cant even pay rent
5 digits on my paycheck
u a copy you a follower
and ur girlfriend ya i follow her
i guess u learned nothing cus ur still an amateur, amateur
ur music fucking trash
i dont like you thats a fact

ur music tiny, itty-bitty
u a nuisance just like clippy
you a opp not fuckin w me
"how many bands u made?" like 50 in a day
get the fuck up out my way
really trusted you u lied when u said u was here to stay
(you a fake)
n i cant fuck w that
you a snake you getting packed-packed-packed
caught in a trap
call it wraps
gotta stay strapped gotta get my get back
(ow!)
why'd u leave me on my own?
you a fake, you a hoe
better get forgotten
breathe it in like pollen

pollen
breathe it in
breathe it in, in
oh-oh
oh
oh-oh-oh

pollen [+kittyflower & centrlx]

I wrote the lyrics in a 10 second burst. No clue what it means or is about. After listening I think it's about being bored with vague impersonal interactions in the day to day and hoping for life to happen when it doesn't.

Erase Me

trauma tides prod mvgic

🚨 REAL THING just dropped — and it’s a sonic inferno you can’t put out. From the first distorted thump of the 808s to the crackling chaos of the drum machines, this track doesn’t just play… it detonates. 💣
Critics will call it the most unhinged, innovative, and necessary blast of electronic-rap energy since The Prodigy’s Fat of the Land flipped the world on its head. 🔥⚡ Every sample is razor-sharp, every kick rattles the bones, every synth line feels like gasoline meeting fire.
This isn’t background music. This is the soundtrack to tearing down walls, shaking foundations, and proving that the underground still owns the crown. 👑💥
Put it on repeat. Play it too loud. Feel it in your chest. Because this is the REAL THING — and nothing else comes close. 🚀🎶

real thing

media reaper thats the method
quick shoutout to 3tcy
and u lying on ur deathbed
its about to get messy
i tried to help but you wont let me
i tried to talk but you wont let me
whip imported
you think that u important
seventeen and i make more than ur mortgage

wanna be me so bad but yo life is boring
i know its disappointing
hop off my fucking dick you annoying

i asked alexa who you are
she said who the fuck is that?
weapon on my back
ready for attack
smith n wesson in the trunk
cus u know i stay strapped
heavy hitter, u my clone
if u know me know u dont
keep the same flow
its hard to be original
got that stretch pro
thats how i do my lows
favorite artist on my phone
cant have highs without the lows
heavy hitter, u my clone
if u know me know u dont

it gets messy [+Glinkli]

Alt rap artist from New York. Writing about life

Stream NOWHERE TOWN KIDS: https://dylanowen.ffm.to/nowheretownkids

New mixtape soon.

17 // back1ntime // @2glassdoor (2nd acc)

biggest cap rapper out rn

dm on discord for feats @1glassdoor

#KidSketchyy #SBE-SYNDICATE#SBE-COLLECTIVE #SADBOIERA #SADBOIIERA-SYNDICATE OFFICAL <l/333

Yungchil est un  jeune rappeur et beatmaker agé de 20 ans!
connu pour avoir travaillé avec les rappeurs Yung Biggie YB999 et Neboki sur plusieurs projets !

Ce jeune artiste peut passer du rire au larmes, du délire musical au sérieux le plus complet...

Ce compte se veux une plongée tête la première dans son monde...


EMAIL (for collabs or Beats):
lilyungchil@outlook.com

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/asher_wawerna/
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@asherwawerna9548/videos

I love making music and taking photos. When I'm not doing that, I hit the gym to stay fit and healthy.

Hit up my engineer -> @noshonthebeat 

@nosh-boffin-records

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Half Machine 👾
Email: yungocenbusiness@gmail.com
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5l75uBSAoSd0SZBqapn8Mj?si=JfJ-s50eT3WHncdSP3FSbA

SINCERE IMPOSTER writes, performs and/or produces a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave & Experimental World Pop. Collectively, it's a genre known as QUIRKPOP --- Music that makes you say, "What the hell is this?"

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused. However, both are extremely and unapologetically sincere. 

Influences include Weird Al, Nathan Fielder, David Lynch, T-Pain and T-Swift. Their favorite inventions are the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel... who may be an entity or a god.



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