Produced by - 3 AM

Lyrics:
Shout out, J. Cole
“January 28th”: real rap is back
I still remember to this day the first time I heard, “The real is back; peel this back"
Perhaps, I'm one of Iowa's best

I can't help myself but stare when you do that walk
I try to pay attention to your words when you talk
Your beauty is distracting, tapping my inner thoughts
I'm not quite sure how to get this across
I'm scared to get involved
I told myself I wouldn't fall for you; now I'm lost
I want to explore your stories; I know a ark
Your body is a masterpiece, a pretty work of art
I'm amazed with everything about you; you captivate my heart
Even with imperfections, it feels like Mozart
Will I am Shakespeare, I see the prettiness in scars
Romeo and Juliet, we can die in love's arms
It shows how resilient and stubborn you are
Everything is based on perspective; you don't need to be smart
Charmed by compliments remarks
I can see you're brilliant, and that's a wonderful start
But you won't find someone better that will love you this hard

We're up chasing stars
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you really are?
Yourz truly

We're up chasing stars
Loving you from afar
Thinking, do you know who you are?
Yourz truly

We're up chasing stars
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you really are?
Yourz truly

We're up chasing stars
Loving you from afar
Thinking, do you know who you are?
Yourz truly

She's the definition of a hidden gem
A pretty 10 and doesn't even know it yet
I plan to resurrect our love on point of interest
Even if it's baby steps
It still counts as progress
I got something to confess
Your body has me perplexed
I want to see you undressed
Complexities, maybe sex
I want to see you at your best
I want to be the reason you smile, no less
Reconcile these eyes don't lie; you have me obsessed
I'm Cupid on Valentine’s; would you be mine? I'm hoping yes
If love is blind, I'm shooting my shot in the dark, no secret kept
Girl, you light up my world, no point in denying it, check
Your last boyfriend was boring; block him out, that's why they call it a ex
Love is digital; we react to each other's pics
Continuing with sending texts
It's a cold world without feeling affection
So she sends me a squirt emoji, saying I make her wet
Soaking drenched, I'm off the bench
My thirst is quenched, no pun intended

We're up chasing stars
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you really are?
Yourz truly

We're up chasing stars
Loving you from afar
Thinking, do you know who you are?
Yourz truly

We're up chasing stars
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you really are?
Yourz truly

We're up chasing stars
Loving you from afar
Thinking, do you know who you are?
Yourz truly

Believe in God
If you ain't aim too high, then you aimed too low
Shout out, “Cole World”

Summer Paradise

Yourz Truly

HyperFollow Page

Produced by - Ian James

Lyrics:
Roll it up; let's smoke tonight
It's summertime
Love it day or night (roll it up)
Roll the windows down, past 85
Keep the music blasting; we love the high
Yeah, roll it up
I can touch the sky
It's a summer high; love it day or night (roll it up)
It's a summer vibe
Drink and smoke some type
It's the summertime
Light it up, ignite

I smoke until I can't operate
Now I can't concentrate
Let the dabs triculate
Is this The Weeknd? I “Can't Feel My Face”
I'm lifted up to outer space
I graduated higher than you anticipate, ”You’re kinda cool"

Ayy
I'm used to feeling out of place
Is that a pound of dank?
Now I want a baddy, all natty, playing patty-cake
I'm feeling lucky like it's St. Paddy's Day
Though I'm far from a saint
I think it's safe to say I found my escape
Through this happy place
I learned to embrace
I know I'll make it someday
I can taste the fame, stimulate
It's like terpenes in a strain
I'm about to change up the whole game
While staying the same, maintaining this wave
Where I'll be in the future, it's really hard to say
I had an idea, then lost it in memory lane
Keep smoking; it will come back when my conscience regains
I ain't worrying today

Roll it up; let's smoke tonight
It's summertime
Love it day or night (roll it up)
Roll the windows down, past 85
Keep the music blasting; we love the high
Yeah, roll it up
I can touch the sky
It's a summer high; love it day or night (roll it up)
It's a summer vibe
Drink and smoke some type
It's the summertime
Light it up, ignite

If I pull up to the party, I'm the special guest, like Cheech & Chong
I'm feeling like Wiz Khalifa and Snoop Dogg
I was Devin before Mac in high school until I hit that bong (whoa)
Now I make a bunch of stoney songs
Call for someone to smoke along
There's enough green here to mow a lawn
All the drinkers, get your drink on (cheers)
We're about to turn this party into a mosh pit, jumping all night long
I might be lit up like I'm neon
I'm going infinity and beyond
Grab the BIC, light the spliff
Inhale, exhale; now you're feeling ripped (sheesh)
Wake up, get baked, piss excellence
Whyte Nicotyne is higher than turbulence
Amateurs greening out needing an ambulance
You'll be fine; sativa and indica are just plants
Go touch grass

Roll it up; let's smoke tonight
It's summertime
Love it day or night (roll it up)
Roll the windows down, past 85
Keep the music blasting; we love the high
Yeah, roll it up
I can touch the sky
It's a summer high; love it day or night (roll it up)
It's a summer vibe
Drink and smoke some type
It's the summertime
Light it up, ignite

Keep rollin'
Keep rollin'

Keep smokin'
Keep smokin'

Yeah

Roll It Up

Featuring - JayThaRose 
Produced by - Willhouse Beats

Lyrics:
Yeah, we back

Haters like to run, 'cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes
When we on the mic, we ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time, like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon' do it how we do it, more dancing, yeah

Blunt, I just rolled; I'm off it
Me and bro, Austin
Hardcore coughing
Ripping that wax to tha (damn) max, no stopping
New strand dropping? I know, bro, copping
I'm living life to the fullest
They loving the way we flowing
My lyrics are like your bullets
Be floating above the head
Praying they find this poet
Who got the skill, and he know it
The Rose, who killing opponents
I'll put that ass into bed
Smoking that hella doja
To put me up in a coma
No tose, but make a toast
To witnessin' like Jehovahs
Ball hard to get a Rover
Drop cold shit like Minnesota
Fuck with me and it's over
I put that on God
On my bro, on my momma, on my sister
Motherfuckers gonna hate ya when ya ain't up in the picture
Pissed that I'm sick, and yo ass ain't sicker
Pass the Patron, 'cause I only drank liquor

Haters like to run, 'cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes
When we on the mic, we ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time, like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon' do it how we do it, more dancing, yeah

I'm running through my bars like a track star
Waxed to the max, I should wear Carhartt
'Cause my heart gives art, while I work twice as hard
Let's take a crash course to Amsterdam, move the yard
I guarantee I'll be the best you've had; just give me the chance
Honey, I got the money; relax, take a dab
I want to see everyone dance
Like they got ants in their pants
C'mon everybody, let's sing a chant
Wax to tha max, the greatest two to collab
Looking back, like, Jay and I really did that
Haters get real mad
I'm signing autographs
Taking photos with fans
Giving love back has always been a part of the plan
Never getting cut, unlike a salary cap
I'm the owner of this franchise, and that is that
The same people that hated on me now kiss my ass
Puff, puff, pass
That cabbage patch

Haters like to run, 'cause they never gonna pass me
Athletes
When we on the mic, we ass beat
Trashy
That was just the past me
Now we run shit long time, like a track meet
Rappers be catchy
Call they ass backstreet
I ain't with no pop shit
Labels can't have we
We just fell in love with the rap, romancing
Now we just gon' do it how we do it, more dancing, yeah

WAX TO THA MAX

WAX TO THA MAX (feat. JayThaRose)

Produced by - 3AM

Lyrics:
Nicotyne X18

I'm high as fuck right now

Am I inside of an Oculus?
I see eight figures like an octopus
Metaphorically, I channel my thoughts through this conduit
I rap like I'm in debt, the rent is due, time to put my hip in and hop to it
My life is ruined
Since I grew up listening to rap, that makes me a bad influence, right?
You think I'm trapped inside some sort of delusion
I used to think like that, too, but realized I'd be useless
Getting high making music
Maybe I chase illusions
I'm in the mind state of execution
I keep your egos bruising
Let's go booze cruising
No form of restitution
John, meaning prostitution
Long gone silver with this kush I'm using
My fruition, a muse, and my amusement
I want her in the booth with me; call it “Candy Coupe”
I'm chill, but I can go through the roof
I rap fast and melodic; I found my groove, smooth
I'm in love with nature touching my roots
I came up in a basement inside my bedroom
Turning nothing into something while setting the mood
It's almost like if I can do it, you can too
I must say that statement is only partially true
You want 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦? I give you Tom Cruise
I get all the looks, like a zoo
In conclusion, I'm the one everyone looks to

I'm the oldest sibling of three, you see
I'm used to people looking up to me
Ashton and Addisyn, don't let no one kill your dreams
Wear the right thing on your sleeve
I love you guys; I'm proud and trust who you'll be
I feel like Keanu Reaves
The last of a dying breed
I don't like sleep
'Cause I know tomorrow's not guaranteed
Life feels like 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘹, a simulation entropy
Everyone's in the street, screaming for peace
No matter our creed, red is what we bleed
The government keeps us divided, 'cause united we're stronger indeed

Mumble rappers These are things I despise
Ice Spice shakes her ass for all of them likes
Cancel me; I'm just saying what crosses my mind
I got a gold mine that no one here can find
Gold diggers and yes men dick ride
I dot my I's and cross my T's; you don't overthink
When I say hip-hop, what does it mean?
A lot of these rappers sound like parodies

It's more than catchy beats and autotune mixed with R&B
Artists just aren't what they used to be
Industry plants and ghostwriters planted their seeds
I'ma leave my mark like Caitlin Clark; I see the jealousy
Through transcendency is animosity
I'll die hard for this game responsibly
I often get as high as a kite, straight velocity
Reflecting on my career, focused on longevity
I hope I never run out or lack creativity
I have morals and values, self-discipline, no penalty
I felt like making an EP
Let me call up the homie (what up, broski?)
It's like Walter White and Jesse Pinkman; we have chemistry
𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘢𝘥 cooking in the lab, but lyrically
What you know about that, especially loyalty?
I have the same people I started with; now more want me
I had to cut them bums off; they were phony
Hit up the plug for what? Some bud—we want broccoli
I'm as white as cauliflower, wow, nice analogy

Smoking someone up is my kind of hospitality
Honestly, the policy
It's called devil's lettuce, but angels let us toke
Call it angles of dependency
We smoke so much; that's how you know it's us, probably
I'm higher than your expectations of being higher than leafs
Man, you got to love green
If I really fall in love, she might be a witch; it's sorcery
Maybe she wants more with me, a beauty queen
Distinctive, I studied hip-hop; my instincts are keen
The key to never be seen, complete secrecy
Once I break out in hip-hop, I'm taking over the scene
I have to break it down for you to see simplicity
I keep writing like a terminator machine
I won't quit a killing spree
Hip-hop is dying, hooked up to an IV
It needs reviving
Please don't remind me
I'm inside my own league
When my time comes, one last trick up my sleeve
Down the rabbit hole, I'll go, like Houdini
The best to do it is hanging the mic up like cleats

NO SPACE

Breaking Bad

Produced by - Quincy Hinch

Lyrics:
I disappear with my imagination
No one cared before the music and admiration
I was going through some awkward years, then integrated, upgraded
No longer living off of expectations
Rapping to me is casual, like narration
Shout out to the love I have for this nation
I just wish it didn't feel like a plantation

The year is halfway done, and I'm running out of vacation
That's another conversation, my frustration
Is like a vendetta aimed towards assassinations
No indication
One day, he just came down from his space station
He wants to take over like an alien invasion
If I hit the mainstream, it's for inspiration
This firecracker blows up without detonation
It's not my birthday, but I'll treat today like a celebration
Some say I'm talented or corny; I say it's all infatuation

Somewhere in the summer is paradise
Everything will be alright in summer paradise
Somewhere in the summer is paradise
Everything will be alright in summer paradise

I sometimes forget who I am, hypnotized
Paralyzed, surrounded by a pair of lies
Searching for information, I feel deprived
I wasted my youth, a slow learner who fell behind
As a teenager looking for validation, getting maligned
My adult years consist of procrastination and being undermined
I get hindered and criticized

All you see is elation; were you expecting a decline?
This is more than an occasion; we're still alive
Light up a J, feel the sensation mesmerize
Natural medication? I'm happy to oblige
The feeling of rejuvenating while in the Chi
A beautiful city with gorgeous women I like

Where is she at? Because I'm still trying to find
Jekyll doesn't Hyde
We could be Bonnie and Clyde
Take a spin on this carnival ride

Somewhere in the summer is paradise
Everything will be alright in summer paradise
Somewhere in the summer is paradise
Everything will be alright in summer paradise

I got some fire in the work, like 4th of July
Bring the heat as the only supply
It's your favorite time, summertime paradise
Where it's prime time to take a chance and roll the dice
I'll age like fine wine, no nickel-and-diming
We can sit out in the sun till nothing is shining

No need to suffer or get sunburnt; be delighted
I'll put up numbers to make haters slumber in silence
Like you, one-hit wonders, a bunch of busters
The difference is I'm here to stay, never lackluster
Quality over quantity, something you can't muster

I'll knock some sense in; get the knuckledusters
Apply the sunblock and glasses, then adjust them
We're headed to the fairgrounds where the people cluster
Don't make me break it down for you like 𝘋𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳

Every time I do, I become more null and number
I'm riding this flow like a river for the rest of the summer

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Summer Paradise (feat. PaneYoucef)

- Artist 🎵🎤✍️
Whyte Nicotyne, hailing from Cresco, United States, is a rising music artist/philosopher with a unique versatile style and blend of influences from his high school friendship with JayThaRose. Drawing inspiration from artists like Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole, Nas, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G., Logic, Outkast, NF, Mac Miller, and many other artists. Whyte Nicotyne's sound resonates with a deep and relatable quality that sets him apart in the music scene. With his original debut single, "A Better Day," released on March 29th, 2024, Whyte Nicotyne showcases his talent and passion for creating music that speaks to the heart and soul of his listeners.

Born in Coon Rapids, Minnesota quickly moved to Cresco, Iowa. A small rural town where Austin Buls grew up and discovered his artistry and outlet with music, more specifically hip-hop and rap. At the age of 16, he created his alter ego, "Whyte Nicotyne," "Whyte," obviously white but spelled with a "Y," instead of an "I," as he always felt different. "Nicotyne," because music is his addiction, a drug constantly wanting more and more like a fiend needing fixing. As witty as he is, he had to be the one to go against the grain with salt. After years of practice, writing rhymes, free-styling, and making demos. He created debut album "Light In Darkness," EP "Summer Paradise," album 2 "Days Of Future Past," album 3 "Children Of The Corn," along with some singles. Embodying the idea of being the light in a dark place. More coming soon!

Electronic music producer, sound engineer, owner of 3-way studio, co-owner of 3-way Records, casually singer

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