Produced by
Lo katana
Ghost Club
Maxxie
Yedi
Jojank
Wiindow
Graisey
Tenko

Veil of Ignorance (compilation)

ANOTHER TIME: TRACK A

Juany’ei Gavanni

DO BETTER (prod. Simitobi)

Produced by
Lo katana
Ghost Club
Maxxie
Yedi
Jojank
Wiindow
Graisey

glee

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All Winter Long

Divide4

Fight Like Hell

Rome In A Day

y'all know what to do , BANG DIS SHIT! 

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INTIMATE FRENZ - ASA GEE (ZOs LAIR EXCLUSIVE) prod. NORDY

stop & breath! [ivy6]

The legend goes like this:

One night, after a long studio session, you’re on the last train back home—half asleep, headphones dead, phone at 1%. The city feels weirdly empty. As the train pulls into a random station, you notice an old, beat-up red mailbox on the platform. No Canada Post logo, just three words spray-painted on the side:

“SEND WHAT YOU CAN’T SAY.”

You get off the train without even knowing why.

The mailbox has no slot for letters, just a cracked phone screen bolted into the metal. When you touch it, your own iMessage drafts pop up—every unsent paragraph, every angry note, every “yo I miss you” you typed and erased. Messages to old friends, to people you lost, to the city itself. Stuff you forgot you ever wrote.

Then the screen glitches.

The drafts start turning into song titles. Your late-night rants become verses. Old voice notes you saved “just in case” become hooks. The phone freezes on one final prompt:

“LAST CHANCE TO SEND: greetings from toronto (unsent)”

You hit cancel.

The station lights flicker. When they come back on, the mailbox is gone. All that’s left is a folder on your phone with rough demos that didn’t exist five minutes ago.

Over the next few months, every time something heavy happens—a fight, a win, a panic attack, a crazy night downtown—a new “unsent” file shows up in that folder. You never remember recording it, but it sounds like you: tired, honest, and way too real. Eventually you realize the album is basically writing itself from everything you’ve lived through in this city.

So you finish it. You polish the drafts, build around them, turn the chaos into tracks… but you leave the title exactly how it showed up the first night:

“greetings from toronto (unsent)”

Trust me I know

prod.mkyfm
on some chill shi

lyrics---
Party went out for an excursrion
2 latinas and a persian
Might be splurging for their birkins
Hustling solo tryna to flourish 
A brokies wallet would be begging for mercy
Five percent tint chevy riding dirty
Interesting moments makes living worthy
Can't give up I'm to tried and tenacious
Advised against violence cuz we can get crazy
Miles of roses given but still no kids
Stuck to my wits trekking like a canine
Scored through the defense went past the baseline
Deals that go without a hitch
Flirting with purple smoke on the lips
Flicking pics so we can reminsice

Good times
Good smoke
Old friends
I love to cherish it
Good times 
Good smoke
Old friends
I love to cherish it

Whats a life worth living without homies and bad bitches
Run up on us off guard we still got switches
Whats a life worth living without homies and bad bitches
Run up on us off guard and become the mission

Party went out for an excursion
2 latinas and a persian
Everyday I'm a different version
Pushing pass limits with urgance
Staying community with vermin
Society wants us to perish
To bad we wanna take our bitches to paris
Make her my cinderella in a carriage
Tryna stay on track and retire my parents
Having No time to whine about fairness
Tearing down walls
Drowning in walls
Money so tall
Wanna buy a mall
So the celine she already wants is already bought 
The heart on my sleeve is not unlocked
She shaking her ass just gimme top

Fight Like Hell

Treehousemikky

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