You used to call me on my
You used to, you used to
Yeah
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Ever since I left the city,
You got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out
'Cause ever since I left the city,
you started wearing less and goin' out more
Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor
Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Ever since I left the city, you, you, you
You and me we just don't get along
You make me feel like I did you wrong
Going places where you don't belong
Ever since I left the city,
you, you got exactly what you asked for
Running out of pages in your passport
Hanging with some girls I've never seen before
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
These days, all I do is
Wonder if you bendin' over backwards for someone else
Wonder if you're rollin' up a backwoods for someone else
Doing things I taught you, gettin' nasty for someone else
You don't need no one else
You don't need nobody else, no
Why you never alone
Why you always touching road
Used to always stay at home, be a good girl
You was in a zone, yeah
You should just be yourself
Right now, you're someone else
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Ever since I left the city
Songwriters: Aubrey Graham / Paul Jefferies / Timmy Thomas
Hotline Bling lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Written, Produced, Recorded, Mixed by Dylan Andrew Lappin ©2018

Drake - Hotline Bling (Metal Cover)

If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street I hear
"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!"
"Man down
Where you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga"
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
It was Me, O-Boog[?], and Yaya[?], YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where hang out
Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different
That was back when I was nine
Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin' from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said when we was eatin the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d city

Songwriters: Kendrick Lamar / Ricci Riera / Axel Morgan / Mark Spears
m.A.A.d city lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Written, Produced, Recorded, Mixed by Dylan Andrew Lappin ©2018

Kendrick Lamar - M.A.A.D City (Metal Cover)

Burn victims are clowns so they won't have to show their face masquerading the family
Burn victims are clowns
Big foot has a big dick bigger than the fist I will fuck you with tarred and feathered burned with leather plutonic pillage now or never rancid defeat hammered endeavor fuck this placenta raining weather

Fingered up a storm a tornado raging form beast of power throbbing heat throne of honor disemboweled patience live for danger can't stop making mistakes creature livid lives pictured hate

Written, Produced, Recorded, Mixed by Dylan Andrew Lappin ©2018

An album of identification

Written, Produced, Recorded, Mixed by Dylan Andrew Lappin ©2018

Blasted

Abandoned like the rainy parade
disconnected just to prove a point
you got a gut but its filled with shit
fucking afraid of using it

lets play telephone and hear what the people say
why do you give a fucking shit?
its fucking stupid and it tears us apart
i cant wait to smile with out a second thought

all because your the bigger man
cocked locked and ready to go
i cant chill, i can’t relax
im ready to fucking explode

seeing red gets the best of me
when you bled you saw the beast
taken for granted he was never there
what you saw was due to your own despair

let your eyes see what they wanna see

behind the smoke and mirrors we still only see what we wanna see

focus you decide how you live
fuck me can you crack the code

with only one chance to live with only one chance to die
it was given up by words not by how we lived through time
drunken rage turned to entangled haze
hearing voices was the demise that saw us that night

is this what you wanted
awkward silence just pushed me away
pink in the eye rose in the hand
but you certainly left me a broken man

Full circle will it ever come back to me
Or will it just leave guessing 

Written, Produced, Recorded, Mixed by Dylan Andrew Lappin ©2018

Into The Woods

I sit around all day without a care for this gradually depressing world 
But a knock at my door brings a hungry Zombie Horde
Equipped with two arms two legs nice teeth and a happy grin
It’s eatin time so back the fuck up and hide

We are the food
We are the prey
Either shoot off their fucking head or do as they say cause
Time's running out and soon you will be their dinner

What the fuck did you just learn
Grab a gun and a shovel or its your turn
Burn all their houses down 
And make sure they're dead if you're not sure then CUT OFF THEIR FUCKING HEAD

DIE or be killed 
DIE or be killed

Breath through demolition
Squeeze until they squirm
Look for their master
Let him know its his turn to die

Pinned to his heart was flyer written in blood
Hot Goblin Vs. The Giant Ravens in Baltimore

The story began, but time's running out, Hot Goblin must find his way now
Into the world on his own path and now he must defeat Giant Ravens at football 
He must defeat Giant Ravens at football because that’s the path he was given


Written, Produced, Recorded, Mixed by Dylan Andrew Lappin ©2018

Defeat The Zombie Horde For Somthing

Wears the face of the fool with intentions good yet failing due to hate.

The goblin can never be kind at heart. This goblin, on the other hand, is his own master due to the fact that he actually isn't a goblin at all. Just a facade. These songs are his tales, his trials and errors. Through this we can learn about a man who hid behind himself only to never find himself.

Written, Recorded, Produced and Mixed by Dylan Andrew Lappin ©2018

A solo-musician from Brooklyn, NY with a devoted passion to the art of shredding. This is a project that has been in the making for almost 5 years due to the tracks being buried in the Caves of Aldogoblogin. They are now recovered and released for the world to hear. Enjoy.

Artwork by Amanda Lamarco

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