Nostalgia - ALL ONE.

Lyrics:

Telephone ringer, ya specimens Ballinger.
Got many rhymes, I'm gonna take you down time.
Let us rewind, to ring the green fruit.
I got nothing but to sing backwards for a dream nuit.
Telephone ringer, ya specimens Ballinger.
Got many rhymes, I'm gonna take you down time.
Let us rewind, to ring the green fruit.
I got nothing but to sing backwards for a dream nuit.
Love my life right now but can't help but feel nostalgia.
Towards the days we play the triple domain like Medusa.
Keep it plain, don't watch it rain.
So sane, we just refrain.
So much fake nostalgia.
Sharing all that bullshit through insta for ten likes.
Nobody cares about the one minute in the arcade, just addin' to the stereotype.
I'm just gonna keep it real with ya.
You don't need to ride the bus for hype.
Keep it in your own lane.
Ya lucky my ass went so tame.
So much fake nostalgia.
Sharing all that bullshit through insta for ten likes.
Nobody cares about the one minute in the arcade, just addin' to the stereotype.
I'm just gonna keep it real with ya.
You don't need to ride the bus for hype.
Keep it in your own lane.
Ya lucky my ass went so tame.
Telephone ringer, ya specimens Ballinger.
Got many rhymes, I'm gonna take you down time.
Let us rewind, to ring the green fruit.
I got nothing but to sing backwards for a dream nuit.
Woah.

Nostalgia

Red Room - ALL ONE.

Lyrics:

Motherfuckers always fakin' or hatin' (Like, like)
How much are you fucking making? (Like, like)
Oh like, re-reuse those drum patterns in that manner (What the fuck?)
Why would I appeal to the sonically challenged?
Motherfuckers always fakin' or hatin' (Like, like)
How much are you fucking making? (Like, like)
Oh like, re-reuse those drum patterns in that manner (What the fuck?)
Why would I appeal to the sonically challenged?
Woah, did I offend you?
No desire to listen (Oh my)
Panda dancing fox
Seperate, innovate
I gotta talk
You know who
You know who (Like, like, like)
Separating man from artist rules followed
Still could act like a sheep with emotions bottled
Hypocritical bastards, this shit is comical
Run the plane at full throttle
Oh my god, I could run this at full pace
State of the underground so shit, I had to be the next up
Y'all tellin me who ate?
Shut you bitch ass up, throw your ass like I'm Thor
On that topic, OTT, broke some ass from that imaginary oat honeypot
Oops, opps so far from home
Get some chromosomes with X which you often steal, not low
Seriously, singing but no rapping?
Like sis, I mean sorry, bro
Like, like, who
Like, like, who
Like, like, who
Boo!
Bum

Red Room

forgot who I am - ALL ONE.

Lyrics:

Doctors, why don't you study an ant
(Rest in peace to Terry Davis)
Fuck! 
A parasitic antibiotic system critter in a hiding place
Together brethren antonyms played like bullets in a case
Priest a mission to unravel French compose or save two face
Luck!
Ammunition lost the pace to K take so no facilitate
Precipitation rug head scratched taxed of not soaked mistakes dandruff
Shit's ruff, rely on other puffs
Lungs fucked
60 years later, crutched
Me relation no station, only patience
And wisdom
In fact, fission of intelligence and stoicism
Phew, break
Cook, steak
"Pake", yummy take
Though sugar tooth, refuse to lose or be woose
Point is be better, no fuse of craving, just saving
Point done, waving
No structure, joints, hooks, been done by a dufus named Rufus
Puss of looks down so sound seen experiment loose
Summary, first line no choose line side line till five
Try fake bravado
Not a El Chapo, switch to games like rattle
Then, no guns, try funs but only fake buns and scotting for crumbs
My thumb ain't sucked n tucked in sugar like a baby
So keep control and don't act like "Save me!"
Last two lines, 'fore style different.
So fast runnin', look out like I'm Dilla
Stiller water flow rap spell caster like Potta'!
Bye, switch
[Beat switch]
Enough of that, uh, lyricism I guess
I don't know what you call it
I'm so fucking amazing
These haters tryna be singing
Now tell me, how much shit you faking?
Zero, is it you making?
Ooh
Ooohh
Fuck you, haha!

forgot who I am

Out of Earth by ALL ONE.

Lyrics:

I'm like Lamar, my French origin is shrewd.
As captivating as puddles of gold.
The only one, shining rough in a fold.
The path may be cold but I plow my wheels.
Throw in a hazy approach.
My views are different, just like the instrumental, I remain steel.
Under hot temperatures, I may bend but I am patient.
I'm craving, the unsuspecting laboring in achieving my crowning.
Call me selfish for something my talent may not be accomplishing.
I'm fishing in delish or snitch on myself.
I'm trying to be the run-of-the-mill, instill.
Alternating trills, a minor path of B's and C's my happy nature then replace.
Then return just to embrace.
Can't seem to stick to one emotion.
Super gluing one side just to say, "I'll return to those days".
What do I like?
What do I want to commit too?
I just can't seem to choose, but only just accuse myself.
This is the story of my salt journey like kelp.
So far, yet molars.
Grinding my back, straining for wisdom.
Coming out of nowhere, so I bear.
Dollar? Not fair.
Absence? No way.
Trailing off, sailing top.
That's enough.

Out of Earth

Woah by ALL ONE.

Lyrics:

Relax your mind, feel the "Woah".
Relax your mind, feel the "Woah".
Relax your mind, feel the "Woah".
Relax your mind, feel the "Woah".
Finna make it woah.
So grab music, we gonna go.
Levitate, lust making me retaliate.
No fakes.
Finna make it woah.
So grab music, we gonna go.
Levitate, lust making me retaliate.
No fakes.
Storming in, gonna solve it like cake.
Problems runnin' away like headaches.
About to transgress, feelin' no stress.
I'm like Bruce Wayne, two personas for which main?
I don't really know, but I switch between 'em like my soul.
It's honestly quite baffling.
Looping your shit 'n' makin' the same shit shuffle.
My song itself are a loop 'n' my flows are all different like Snoop.
Said this many times but I'll say it once again.
Mouse tarded baby, rappin' like you're on ket.
Amine, so mean, a mine, what time.
How many bitches have you gotta' say you fucked
in your songs till you had enough?
How many chains do you gotta' talk about till you had enough?
So many motherfuckers named clarence talkin' about the same thing.
Like your mom ain't a bitch.
Cause she got a pristine diamond wedding ring.
Woah.
Finna make it woah.
So grab music, we gonna go.
Levitate, lust making me retaliate.
No fakes.
Finna make it woah.
So grab music, we gonna go.
Levitate, lust making me retaliate.
No fakes.
Finna make it woah.
So grab music, we gonna go.
Levitate, lust making me retaliate.
No fakes.
Finna make it woah.
So grab music, we gonna go.
Levitate, lust making me retaliate.
No fakes.

Woah

park sounds to fall asleep to

LAVISH STATE. Dream big. Its me vs me. No overthinking. It will happen naturally. 

Written and performed By: MBLIND
Genre: Alternative Hip - Hop
Produced By: Me
Artwork designed by me as well. 

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LAVISH STATE

My Idea of what its like trying to dismiss the facts. Another one solo.

Mixed and Mastered by: *MBLIND
Produced by: hillsinhell  💥

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CHAOS/ H20

even idk what the fuck going on on this beat

Checksum

flower

「何も考えない」を考えない。

のうずい (Demo version)

Aw!

Your plights are no longer a shared sentiment. The transformation will be nothing, a moment of fornication and pleasure followed by uncertainty, and a thousand accursed doubts. Oh, ever so turbulent, your tortured soul. But a beautiful, enrapturing narrative will be born from you!

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Full Moon Fostering

drumless type beat capitan beto (cerounno x westsidegunn x kanye)

Lyrics:

Ayy.
Uh, look.
One, two.
One, two.
(You're all One and one)
If I looked at you and deserted you, would you look at me absurdly?
Or embrace your old friend with your arms openly?
Divulging the empty lies, fo' family the latter never mattered.
Simply they look at you like a lost lamb all cornered.
No recipe to breach it all in a week.
Penelope sue ya small ass like a creep.
All I need is time, but the stars conscious makes it a crime.
The more I give it my all, the more my fate seems appalled.
My skills are betta honed, though insular it seems my ideas lack depth.
Like a chef, I sacrifice nutrition to progress my intuition.
By insouciance, I achieve production but lack creativity and passion.
Do I achieve it all but one or be like everyone else, by learning till I finally reach it all? (Reach it all)
All I have is the university mentally guiding me till I reach STAR.
S stands for -.
T stands for -.
A -.
R -.
All I have is the university mentally guiding me till I reach STAR.
S stands for -.
T stands for -.
A -.
R -.
Reach the divine intervention.
You are something the whole universe is doing in the same way that the waves is something that the whole ocean is doing.
Am I fulfilling my purpose?
Or am I just existing till i lose?

Universe Mentality

SOULSAINT

06.2025 CHOP

4DACHILDREN

SURRENDER

BASED FROM THE NORTH SHORE OF MAUI, HAWAII 

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