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A Kid From Toronto

Sugar

tv off

Yeah… coast sun, shady deals,
smile on my face, pockets got secrets.
It ain’t personal — it’s a lifestyle, baby.
Roll with me.

I walk the block like I own the scene,
sunglasses on, grin lean and mean.
Neighbors wave, they don’t see the game,
city lights clap when I say my name.
Colleagues bring the hustle to nine-to-five,
I’m collecting stories, I keep the vibe.
Friends trust me with laughter and keys,
I’m a phantom in silk, moving with ease.
No plan posted, no blueprint drawn,
I take the night, then I’m gone at dawn.

Take a little from the left, a little from the right,
sunset pockets filled up at night.
Smile real sweet, keep it out of sight,
we living fast, living light.
Take a little, take a little, that’s the code,
palm the dreams they never showed.
Take a little, take a little, ride the road,
coastline money, heavy load.

They call me slick, say I got the touch,
I move like breeze, never ask too much.
From the auntie’s purse to the cousin’s stash,
I’m a polished ghost, I slide and splash.
Office gossip funds my next pair of Js,
their overtime pays for my summer days.
Don’t judge the hunger, judge the cake,
I learn to swim where the good folks break.
It’s a street art, a cunning finesse,
watch me compose while they bless and press.

We glide, we glide, take what they hide,
we glide, we glide, roll with pride.
We glide, we glide, moonlit ride,
we glide, we glide, pockets wide.

But listen — it’s not all glory, not all shine,
sometimes the mirror shows the line.
You keep the jewels, the laughs, the shows,
but there’s a cost that nobody knows.
Still I laugh, still I play,
sunset thieves in the bay.

Friends on the block, lovers in the crowd,
I wear the night like a king unbowed.
Neighbors gossip, they post and stare,
I buy the silence with a sideways flair.
Payroll whispers make the chorus sing,
I collect what life forgot to bring.
No scripture for this, no saintly plea,
just velvet steps and commodity.
I’m not proud, I’m unapologetic,
summer heat, chrome aesthetic.

Lift a shine, lift a smile, lift a secret, lift a style,
we float on chrome, we drift a while.
Lift a laugh, lift a life, lift a story out the pile,
we kings of dusk, we kings of guile.

Once I took from a brother I knew,
saw the look in his eyes when the truth came through.
Heavy hit, heavier than gold,
the silence that followed was bitter and cold.
I learned the ledger’s a crooked page,
joy is a thing that fades with age.
But habits stick like vinyl grooves,
I still move smooth, I still make moves.
People forgive or maybe forget,
but I live with lines I can’t reset.

Take a little, live a minute, feel the sun and then you spin it,
take a little, taste the wind, ride the wave, commit the sin.
Take a little, feel the fame, paint the night with your own name,
take a little, play the game — but know the price ain’t tame.

So yeah — we take, we shine, we vanish.
It’s a song for the moonwalkers, the graceful and the vain.
No lesson, no how-to — just the story.
Keep it slick. Keep it smooth. Keep it yours.

Take a little (G-Funk Rap reload)

Drift in twilight nebula, chrome dreams ignite

We ride the echo of neon Mars
Lost in orbit where the night begins

Cosmic groove takes hold of time
Floating past the edge of mind
In this space-age haze we shine

Galactic whispers guide our ways
Cosmic velvet in starlit skies

Cosmic groove takes hold of time
Floating past the edge of mind
In this space-age haze we shine

Chrome dreams fade into the dawn
But we’ll drift forever on

Cosmic groove takes hold of time
Floating past the edge of mind
In this space-age haze we shine

The edge of mind (Psytrance reload)

I’m gone
Falling again
I’m gone
Falling again

I’m gone
Falling again
I’m gone
Falling again

Do you know that ache I
I feel
Can you
I feel
Can you sense, sense, sense
I feel
Can you

Do you know that ache I
I feel
Can you
I feel
Can you sense, sense, sense
I feel
Can you

I feel something
Can you feel it?
I feel something
Can you feel it?

I’m gone
(softer breath)
Falling again
(through the décor)
I’m gone
(trembling sigh)
Falling again
(through the décor)

My heart spills at the café
Can you
Tears blur the vieux décor
Can you
A naïve confession rising
Can you feel, feel, feel
Can you

I feel something
Can you feel it?
I feel something
Can you feel it?

I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone

I’m gone

An immersive rain ambient track using multi-layered rainfall, organic textures and spatial design. 
Built for sensory mute, this piece blends rainstick swells and sub warmth into a soothing, stable 3D mix.

Soft Static Rain

Dust keeps rising as I push on through the grind
Still I’m standing while the edges bite my mind

Sheer will drives me
Fire runs inside
Storms may chase me onward
But strength is how I rise

Road gets heavy
Heart stays bold
Steps I take refuse to turn back cold

Sheer will drives me
Fire runs inside
Storms may chase me onward
But strength is how I rise

Days get rugged
Skies fall low
Try to break me
Watch my spirit grow

Sheer will drives me
Fire runs inside
Storms may chase me onward
But strength is how I rise

Heat keeps burning
Miles stay wide
Still I march until the tides subside

Sheer will drives me
Fire runs inside
Storms may chase me onward
But strength is how I rise

Long roads winding
Heart beats strong
Push through trials and keep on moving long

Sheer will drives me
Fire runs inside
Storms may chase me onward
But strength is how I rise

Sheer will drives me

I hold a sky heavy on me
Nitrogen presses, I never clear
Below me
I turn slow beneath the cover
Second in mass among the moons
They named me Titan

I stay under layers
(I stay under layers)
I stay under layers
I stay under layers

It falls again and again
Methane rain reshapes my ground
My ground, my
Liquid plains collect the cold
Seas of hydrocarbons wait
They call this Titan

Ah I stay under layers
Ah I stay under layers
Ah I stay under layers

Light dissolves before it lands
Chemistry writes what eyes can’t read
Unread, uh

Ah climate moves without my will
Ah seasons breathe through thickened air
I answer light, I never choose
Titan

Ah I stay under layers
Ah I stay under layers
Ah I stay under layers

I hold a sky heavy on me
No surface shown, no ground revealed
Below me

I stay under layers
(stay under layers)
I stay under layers
I stay under layers

It falls again and again
Weather turns without a sound
Without sound

I stay under layers
I stay under layers
I stay under layers
I stay under layers
I stay under layers
I stay under layers
I stay under layers
(Ah)
I stay under layers
(Ah)

Titan under layers

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Take a little (G-Funk Rap reload)

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