https://youtu.be/UT-bi1v-yiA

Suburban 360 is a 360 degree scope of the wild, wide world of influences that helped sculpt the Suburban sound from Beastie Boys to Bring Me The Horizon, from Limp Bizkit to Kendrick Lamar, from Naughty By Nature to Northlane.

Each vocal cover is recorded over the original music and each video has a different concept shot entirely in one take on a 360 camera.

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Shoutouts:
Tye Winter for providing the 360 cam and trimming this together.
Craig Wilkinson for engineering and mixing this tune.
Kendrick Lamar for helping to re-shape hip hop into lyrically driven poetry.
Sam Biland, Emmy Mack, Burrup Lambert, Daniel McFeeters, Sam Goldie, Jordan Duncan and Brett Darmody for constructing the room and donning the masks.

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DNA [Kendrick Lamar vocal cover]

Sinister is the first Halloween collaboration between hybrid hip hop artist Suburban and producer Monster Chuck. The epic takes aim at the real life sinister monsters in the world like Harvey Weinstein, R. Kelly, Ian Watkins, Peewee Herman and Don Burke among others and features guest appearances from Emmy Mack and Stitch.

Written by Suburban, Emmy Mack & Stitch
Produced by Monster Chuck (https://soundcloud.com/monsterchuck)

Full Lyrics: https://drive.google.com/file/d/14-u56ONCVXclB1dY9SzZrZkP62o-CRgX/view?usp=sharing

Suburban x Monster Chuck - Sinister (feat. Emmy Mack & Stitch)

Written by Suburban
Produced by David Sanya
Mixed & Mastered by Craig Wilkinson
Additional Vocals by Monique Orton

Bluebird riding round the city, fitting

Flying
Like helium
‘Cause my ground is up
And I’m high enough
To look down on all
The gas lightin’ up, and I’m
Flying
Like helium
Good enough just ain’t good enough
And it’s hard enough
‘Cause I’m just afraid to land

Bluebird riding round the city, fitting
Left right ducking on a feeling, sitting
Hard knock top no ceiling, swilling
Feel me on the bottom of another wave
Crashin’ face forward on the ground
Can I stand for another round, around
And round we go
Count a little slower
While I’m counting on the floor 
To change the locks on another door

Wound clocks to waste my time
‘Cause I ain’t fittin’ to wait while I’m feelin’ the weight
You never did get it, ha
Time forward to space my mind
‘Cause I’m fillin’ my own damn plate
You too late for a minute
‘Cause I’m

Flying
Like helium
‘Cause my ground is up
And I’m high enough
To look down on all
The gas lightin’ up, and I’m
Flying
Like helium
Good enough just ain’t good enough
And it’s hard enough
‘Cause I’m just afraid to land

(‘Cause I’m just afraid to land)

Touch down, home town
Where we going, old route
Highway split the green and sea 
Just a like grainy scene
Within a time machine, I’m takin’
Night owl, nest down
Bluebird rest now in peace
They lay you down with wreaths
And now I fly with piece of mind
An eagle eye up at the break of light 

Oh, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno
And I just found the time to look forward in my mind
And to brake and rewind, man I just can’t sight it
Oh, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno
There’s a ways to go
Wait a minute, if ever hope considers
Itself as a rope I dunno about living it when I’m

Flying
Like helium
‘Cause my ground is up
And I’m high enough
To look down on all
The gas lightin’ up, and I’m
Flying
Like helium
Good enough just ain’t good enough
And it’s hard enough
‘Cause I’m just afraid to land

Flying
Like helium
‘Cause my ground is up
And I’m high enough
To look down on all
The gas lightin’ up, and I’m
Flying
Like helium
Good enough just ain’t good enough
And it’s hard enough
‘Cause I’m just afraid

Helium

Written by Suburban
Produced by DAYGLO
Mixed & Mastered by Craig Wilkinson

I wish the sun would come up so I could sleep
I wish the grey would light up so I could see
I heard the days were nice out but that’s a rumour
A little humour 
For a hermit in a permanent stupor 

I wish the night sky opened up for me
I wish a bad day could turn into a dream
Yeah, I can’t seem to let it slide, let it slide, let it slide 

Imminent alarm
The AM stands frozen still
Sleep paralysis, it’s callous
When you can’t do nothing
Life a poison pill
But the PM it promise like a New Year staunch with will

I feel a bit alone
Old friends contact like netball and magnets
Two poles on a map
They don’t see the same facts
Yeah, it’s a bit late for that
But I can’t help but wonder if I turned it all back, would we attract? 

The sun emitting
Serotonin
Worth admitting, but I know

A son omitted
Worth subjective
But we place it, house or home?

A blue sky wash our sins
But that‘s a rumour 
When we fall out who’s in?

I wish the sun would come up so I could sleep
I wish the grey would light up so I could see
I heard the days were nice out but that’s a rumour
A little humour 
For a hermit in a permanent stupor 

I wish the night sky opened up for me
I wish a bad day could turn into a dream
Yeah, I can’t seem to let it slide, let it slide, let it slide 

She lay out in front of me
She all up inside my green top
Whatever a moon has been
Stop letting the crowd take over the scene

Pop pop pop
Is this thing on?
She hear my song
She keep me strong
A supplement for long days, or is it weeks?
Kiss my cheek (Neek)
She shoulder me from day one

The moon is distant
But who reached it?
I know I just built a home 

A true religion
I just wish that
Prayer would reach down when I’m up

The red sky comforts me
But that’s a rumour
When we fall out who’s in?

Yeah yeah yeah

I wish the sun would come up so I could sleep
I wish the grey would light up so I could see
I heard the days were nice out but that’s a rumour
A little humour 
For a hermit in a permanent stupor 

I wish the night sky opened up for me
I wish a bad day could turn into a dream
Yeah, I can’t seem to let it slide, let it slide, let it slide

Blue Sky Rumour

The soundtrack to the upcoming film of the same name, chronicling Suburban's 6-month long, near-death experience in 2018 as a result of mental health deterioration caused by bipolar, insomnia and alcoholism. It culminated in his hospitalisation and admission into a mental ward.

Release date TBC.

Creator and Executive Producer: Suburban
Engineer: Suburban
Mixing & Mastering: Craig Wilkinson
Producer (Tracks 1, 2, 3 & 6): Lucid Soundz
Producer (Track 4): DAYGLO
Producer (Track 5): Cardo Grandz
Producer (Tracks 7 & 8): ICEEY
Producer (Track 9): 27Corazones Beats
Producer (Tracks 10 & 11): Otto Mcalister
Producer (Track 12): AyoDlo
Additional Production (All Tracks): Craig Wilkinson
Additional Production (Tracks 1 & 7): Suburban

Songwriting Credits:
Suburban (All Tracks)
Rhyen (Track 6)
Monique Orton (Track 6)
Zach (Track 9)
blackovisculture (Track 11)
Emmy Mack (Track 12)

Alcoholiday feat. Zach

Mania, Mania

[F]EAST [U]PON [N]IGHT

Buoy feat. Rhyen & Monique Orton

John McClane

Unbreakable

Let You Know

Housefire

[S]LEEP [A]LL [D]AY

Written by Suburban & Sam Wade
Produced by AyoDlo
Mixed & Mastered by Craig Wilkinson

[SUBURBAN]
So put some liquor in the sky, yeah
Ha...
Yeah

I salute isolation, got no transportation
Good form in formation, a nation as one
Sometimes we must choose self-abbreviation
A station to transmit thoughts, face it ‘til it’s done

But what happens to those of us who every day prior
Check our pockets and found no self-worth, only spirals
And now that we all forced to pick up and dial
Don’t forget those numbers that almost came up now you’re...

Downtown
Where the streets don’t even call your name anymore, ‘cause now we
Down, down
You staring at your feet so much more than before, don’t make a
Sound, sound 
‘Cause when a tree falls and no one’s around anymore, it’s just 
Down, down, down
So roll the window up 

And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by

So put some liquor in the sky, yeah

We salute a solution by drinking this rum
Got wine when the days wake and shots til it’s done
There’s no celebration but for deviation 
Our patience is thinner than the platelets 

In my blood, don’t let it flood, I’m in it
In my cup, I let it, just a minute
Skin is rough, don’t let it touch the linen
Finger cuts, it’s all too much, let up now you’re... 

Downtown
Where the sun don’t even sing your name anymore, ‘cause now we
Down, down
And her feet don’t even touch the floor anymore, don’t make a
Sound, sound
And the moon is up, but we too drunk, ‘cause all we are is
Down, down, down
So throw it all back up

And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by

[SAM WADE]
I’m afraid to go out
Not afraid to stay in, you know, ‘cause I’m getting things done
And I catch the delivery boy every now and then
But he don’t really care
I mean, why would he?
He’s... he’s working for a minimum wage and just tryna get by
And I wave bye-bye 
And I try...
I mean I try but sometimes it all gets a bit much, you know?
I just wanna put on my red shoes and dance away the blues and, you know, let a bit of Rebel, Rebel-
Are you pretending to be David Bowie again?
Yes...
I-isolation’s really got to ya, hasn’t it?
Yeah...

[SUBURBAN]
And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by
(So put some liquor in the sky, yeah)
And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by
And I’ll be stuck here when the days go by

(In my blood, don’t let it flood, I’m in it
In my cup, I let it, just a minute
Skin is rough, don’t let it touch the linen
Finger cuts, it’s all too much, let up now you’re...
In my blood, don’t let it flood, I’m in it
In my cup, I let it, just a minute
Skin is rough, don’t let it touch the linen
Finger cuts, it’s all too much)

BALLOONS

...And I'll Be Stuck Here When the Days Go By

...And I’ll Be Stuck Here When the Days Go By

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