GLHF

This new girl be way too cute. 
Keeps telling me that she sees potential. 
I would love if she wore them booty shorts. 
I’m getting sidetracked, I just needed a pencil. 
Look, growing abided by the golden rule, so I’m nice, don’t stress, don’t fold, I’m cool. 
Like, I had the bricks to build what I was supposed to do, instead, I put myself together and never showed my tools. 

Nope sorry, you can’t take a peek in my garage. 
I know it seems a little odd how I was seeking out the flaws. 
Of what the bleeding couldn’t cause, hold up, meaning I was lost. 
Like, why pursue something if it leaves me feeling crossed? 
I keep a diamond under my parking brake. 
On a roll, wouldn’t stop when my heart would break. 
I needed just a minute, it was hard to say I wouldn’t close my eyes when the stars awake. 

If you have a dream then chase, everybody’s been told that like a thousand times. 
But if the chalk on the board, don’t erase it ‘cause baby, maybe we connect like a power line. 
Like the man in the pot, I’m Getting Over It. 
That kinda sounds like what my soul is in. 
Now I’m a roll and not knowing it. 
And if you talking to my ex you can show her this, because. 

I don’t wanna be anything like you. 
I switched my lanes, you just pulled up in a drive through. 
When I drop that clutch, I make the wheels look like a typhoon. 
So good luck getting unstuck from the rut, I’ve been working in the cut all night ‘till high noon. 
Let me, talk real slick. 
Yeah I blocked that bitch and topped the list of my accomplishments. 
Here’s ground zero, here’s the start of something, I was part of nothing, now I’m bomb as shit. 
I don’t wanna be anything like you, ok. 
I hate being lied to. 
So, get unstuck, Good Luck, Have Fun! 

Ball up my frustration and release it on a mic, that’s a hard punch, probably wouldn’t start much. 
Do it for the love, for the peace, for my kind. 
Stuck drinking hard punch, no, that wouldn’t start much. 
Bet they wonder why I got my foot up on the gas. 
If my heart was on sleeve, I’d have to put it in a cast. 
I was looking at my past and from the roots I had to grab. 
Yeah I’m glad I turned around, still crooked in the back. 

You pet my stool, you can’t high five shit. 
See you Rusting out, this the Highrise clique. 
Stay plugged in, you gettin WiFi dick. 
It’s the year of the rats, don’t ‘96. 
I’ve stayed underground, been swimming under sewer drains. 
Going through the pain, nothing that I do the same. 
That was super lame, then I got a coupe to race, top down on the road on the way to prove my name. 

If you have a dream then chase, everybody’s been told that like a thousand times. 
But if the chalk on the board, don’t erase it ‘cause baby, maybe we connect like a power line. 
Like the man in the pot, I’m Getting Over It. 
That kinda sounds like what my soul is in. 
Now I’m a roll and not knowing it. 
And if you talking to my ex you can show her this, because. 

I don’t wanna be anything like you. 
I switched my lanes, you just pulled up in a drive through. 
When I drop that clutch, I make the wheels look like a typhoon. 
So good luck getting unstuck from the rut, I’ve been working in the cut all night ‘till high noon. 
Let me, talk real slick. 
Yeah I blocked that bitch and topped the list of my accomplishments. 
Here’s ground zero, here’s the start of something, I was part of nothing, now I’m bomb as shit. 
I don’t wanna be anything like you, ok. 
I hate being lied to. 
So, get unstuck, Good Luck, Have Fun! 
Yeah.

GLHF

traffic

Lately I’ve been feeling
Empty. 
Don’t tempt me, I told my mom I was gonna a Bentley. 
I reply with my eyes to the lies that you sent me. 
Fuck. 
This ain’t, traffic. I’m not going slow for somebody else. 
No. 
This ain’t traffic. I’m not going slow for somebody else. 

Lately I’ve been anxious, lost in my thoughts. 
If I chase my dreams, I’d go back to sleep. 
If I stay in bed, I fell for my own trap, need to do construction on the path I see. 
But nothing been concrete, dealing with a mood shift, I hate being neutral, just wanna be in first gear. 
Breaking off the seal, I’ve been so exhausted, and the feeling that I can’t clutch up is my worst fear. 

I don’t wanna crash though, my drive too long. 
I got my high beams, I’ma shine through songs. 
This a fight I can’t lose, no, my pride too strong. 
Whip the Sky like I got a fly suit on. 
Ok, hit the ground runnin for the shit I found funny, like I lit a pound, coming up the motherfuckin drain pipe. 
Been to hell and back, came to tell it on a track, done dwelling in the cracks, I’m tired of saying that I hate life. 

Hmm, the bass like a hug. 
That used to trigger me to put my face into drugs. 
You can blame what I love. 
Got my kicks on the ground, glad I’m staying above. 
Even though I really wanna live in the clouds, take me a little higher, only giving me doubt. 
I just wanna be above what’s killing me now, take a bad situation and spin it around. 

Lately I’ve been feeling
Empty. 
Don’t tempt me, I told my mom I was gonna a Bentley. 
I reply with my eyes to the lies that you sent me. 
Fuck. 
This ain’t, traffic. I’m not going slow for somebody else. 
No. 
This ain’t traffic. I’m not going slow for somebody else.
x2

I would pop Vicodin out the Hydro Pump. 
Been there, done that, I’m fine, don’t front. 
And you feel as though you’re dead if you light no blunts. 
Like if the world slowed down then your time won’t come. 
Wish I had talent. 
Wish I had a work-life balance. 
I wish I was someone else than Alex. 
I’ve never really been too concerned if I look fly or not, I just wish I had something in something in my talons. 

No, I never had claws like Santa, couldn’t pause the grammar, that’s a ‘cause for the hammer that’ll hit you on your backswing. 
Ball on a Phantom, or you lost to the banter, sippin’ sauce but it’s random, realize you the hatchling. 
Couldn’t keep sober at the sleepover, I don’t need clovers, weak Folgers, or to eat, make the tea colder. 
The young peace holder. 
Lot of iron on me like tofu, but I don’t hit the Range and I don’t speak Rover. 

Little sheet molder, I’ma fold a Paper Plane but I ain’t going MIA, I realign and AIM. 
Never came along and said I’d probably change the game. 
I’m too busy with some shit I try to keep inside my brain. 
Been in situations that a gun might skew. 
I’ma do my own thing, still someone like you. 
Look, I’ve been down and not know what the fuck I’d do. 
You make it rain, I blow clouds and let the sunlight through. 
Ooo. 

Lately I’ve been feeling
Empty. 
Don’t tempt me, I told my mom I was gonna a Bentley. 
I reply with my eyes to the lies that you sent me. 
Fuck. 
This ain’t, traffic. I’m not going slow for somebody else. 
No. 
This ain’t traffic. I’m not going slow for somebody else.
x2

Been feeling…. Like shit. 
Honestly.

traffic

caps lock

I’m not Aries, I’m not a star. 
I spent half my life looking up at the moon. 
Space is scary, there’s a lot of dark and I’m trying to make the journey more than something to do. 
And my head hurts, man runnin’ out of meds worse. 
Ballin up thoughts, roll me out on the stretcher. 
It’s not a competition who can make bed first. 
‘Cause I don’t want somebody who will run to my room. 
Unless I say so. 

Ay, let’s talk about it just a little. 
I came a long way from being Malcolm in the Middle, making sound that’s artificial, scrapped that, restarted, came out rounded like a Skittle. 
Well no, I shoulda skipped the sweet talk. 
I be well known to be lost in deep thought. 
I’ve felt alone, the company help detox. 
Farewell, went Rogue, but I am not a Nissan. 

Ah shit, it’s about time to be awake and you can find me gettin baked, I know my eyes are looking glazed. 
I’m Poseidon with the wave, it help me climb on through the day. 
If you live a little brighter, you’ll see diamonds in your clay. 
I got a face on both sides, but it ain’t 3D. 
I was in park, now I move it like an APC. 
I’ve been an ACE from the ABCs to the ACTs. 
Told ‘em ay, be free! 

It’s ‘bout time I made a track that’s actually dope and I would brag about my goals but it’s deeper than that. 
Look I’ve been down where I couldn’t fathom to float, a canyon separate us, I really speak in my raps. 
I’m fucking strong. 
Throw away the tongs, flip you chickens with my bare hands while I’m grilling a beat. 
I swear, half these artists writing jokes in their songs, I’m in background thinking how you still in your seat? 

What’s your type? You look a little bored. 
Manipulate the key until the right one fit inside the lock. 
What’s the hype? I don’t really keep score. 
Confine to a box doesn’t mean you can minimize my thoughts. 
And no hate, I don’t really do the ball rap. 
I still walk around like I got a hall pass. 
So, any step in opposition needa fall back. 
‘Cause my whole circle lowercase, the rest are all cap. 
All cap.

caps lock

spring thunder 

Yesterday was different, now there’s lavender in my joints. 
And I’d rather paint the picture than to scavenge another voice. 
Life a little bitter, I’m not a savage holding them toys. 
If this a stick up, tell me, what’s the caliber of your boys? 
I get hollow points and get hollow tips, get s.o.s.m. up on that Apollo ship. 
Ride the wave but don’t follow it, look I waited for that flow to use. 
Walking on these wires, watch my step, about to blow a fuse. 
And me not being over her, had somehow turned to overdue. 

And that forced me to evolve. 
If I was two weak, I was four deep, you couldn’t foresee it at all. 
And who I’ve become? I wouldn’t know, still trying to find the answer. 
Like, of course weed is involved, but that’s a course we can dissolve. 
Can’t search with a closed eyelid hoping for some hugs, and when there’s no one you can trust, the world is colder to touch. 
Ok I dislike that kinda talk, my mind is off the rails so I loop the drums until it’s something I’ll openly discuss. 
If my opponents needed luck, I’d ask who they ever were in the first place. 
It’s all love, maybe too much, anyways, that’s the worst case. 
And you ain’t seen me on my worst days, trying to fucking leave the bird cage. 
Claim to be a whole open book but I left it blank by the third page. 
So I don’t know when I’m gonna die, and I don’t if I’ll ever live. 
I don’t know if I wanna try to turn this around and be a better kid. 
‘Cause this concrete in my gutters make me palm trees with no stutter. 
I don’t know, I’m just asking why do I have to wait for a settlement? 
Like some half downloaded files before disconnecting the internet I’m stuck loading, incomplete, that’s bitter sweet, haven’t fixed it yet. 
Can barely hold a topic down, at least I don’t stick to sex. 
Smoke and get some head, oh another line about your pistol next and a girl you call a bitch to flex? 
Wait… hold on… what? 

Let’s do some drugs, get hype. 
Nah I won’t control how you live life. 
Look I’m just here for a good time, not a long one or getting shit right. 
Man, everyday is my midlife but I don’t know about the next day. 
I could probably fuck around and sex tape but I don’t feel the best way about being right in the left lane. 
Breathe out, feeling chest pain. 

I speak for the fallen. 
I park when you fall in. 
Do a sweep, I’m exhausted. 
Want the keys like I’m ballin. 
But I sleep when I call in. 
This team going all in. 
I got no team, but I called it one. 
I got two suites when I stall out. 
So they ain’t ready for me to ball out lil bitch. 

I’ve been with the homie in this pandemic, computer virus, I’m damn stressed. 
Ash tray with banana roaches, my plan to focus, I’m damn stressed. 
Lonely nights in a broken life, look I’m so polite but I’m damn stressed. 
‘Cause I don’t like the past and all you care about is trying to pipe that ass through some spandex. 
Like, what? C’mon…. Really?

spring thunder

Likely (w/creepies) (prod. jeisli)

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something else

"Who still remembers this melody?"
A playful echo from the past… a forgotten hero of our childhood returns.
I’ve always loved the intro tune from this classic TV series— so I gave it a fresh twist with an electronic heartbeat.

The result?
Bright, nostalgic, and full of joy.
A reimagined melody that’s both familiar and brand new.

Stay tuned—

Coming Home (original mix)

Beat Laudan blends classical and electronic music, creating unique sonic landscapes that transcend genres. With upcoming releases on Amselcom, his work explores the deep connection between sound and spirit, embodying the idea that "It's not the movie that makes you cry; it's the soundtrack." Based in the Mediterranean, Beat continues to push the limits of electronic music, with future releases further establishing his place in the genre on AMSELCOM.

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