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Hold U

Spacey Interlude

This Place Is My Mind

RAIN Stay another day please please please

1000X30 Nobody Makes Money Anymore

day 42 of lockdown long way to go when will it end

Alone

Living With Alice - Hold On

We've Run Out Of Water

All Day Relaxation with Oceanic Sounds, Vol. 2

Hold With Birds Noise

Bet It’ll Make His Ribs Show - Make His Ribs Show

Knife - Make His Ribs Show

Sign Crushes Motorist-Loser monologue

to you <3
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Boyhood (cover)

Boyhood (birth day cover)

[VERSE I: Blanco Leopardo]

bitch im poppin sticks like im nick cannon
smash her like im ganondorf
all my homies stuntin
we all ballin like we manage sports
fuckboi on my dick
wants a pic
go head and tag the dork
miss me with that bullshit
yeah i shoulda been a matador
slap a whore
choke a bitch
man i think i broke her hip
fuck her til she soaked in piss
i plan to make a note of it
blanco always faded like a motherfucking poke n stick
ready to snatch a soul
seal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
i'm smoking bliss
turn a fuckboy into mist
scratch a name off of my list and add another
just for kicks
open slit up on my wrist
yeah i think they get the gist
tighten up my fucking fist
blanco never fucking miss
spit out the drip
dont want crystals in my stomach
all these crystals on my bitch
align her chakras while we fuckin
rearranging all her plumbing
all these suckas think they stuntin'
but they really just lame
spittin' out flames
bitch i bang grey 
five nine til the day i die
my tear ducts all dried
i fear i dont know why i feel so normal when im high
all these voices in my head i cant tell which one is the lie
always bring the storm yeah blanco blackin out the sky

[VERSE II: Wetto]

give it how these haters want it
break a bitch up on it
yung slick walking coma as i smoke the marijuana
its yung north 
make the bass shake
tell a bitch wait
diamonds shine as i flip it
ship it make the weight skate
i been wrist whipping
flocking chickens
when i slide pimping
glock gripping
pop a clip in
have your mind spinning
spine bending
bloody linens in your mom kitchen
crime ridden
hood i'm from ain’t got no prime lending
slicky flame sizzle
rolling with a tank missile 
tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue
i'm popping 30s seeing blurry
still I can’t miss you
pop the stick and blow the clip
kill everyone that came with you
same issues
playing russian roulette with revolvers
i go gung ho with that drum roll like i'm travis barker
“last offer”
hear the devil talking to me often
fuck a coffin when I die just burn me in a foreign
wetto chris walken
haunted like the deer hunter
you a larp with no heart just tuck your dick under
you a fed you a cop you a real uncer
scarface wetto with that metal let that steel rumble

YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990)

Every Dog Has His Day

EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY

great song by a great artist, please support their work

suicide cleanup (birth day cover)

Birth Day - Fight Club

miserable teens club - Retreating Into A Dying Mind.mp3

PCH Vibes 2 Out Now 
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Artwork by twitter.com/cooper_herrera
Mixed/Mastered by @rugabeatz & @mittpix

Lyrics:

I was lost but now I'm found
I felt love beneath the ground
I warned you to hold me down
It must be the crickets in my town

Feeling like I'm bed-struck
Feeling like I'm headstrong
No cars in my city, the parents left on vacation
What a shame for the children
They was raised in a village
One that lack supervision
Or comprehension to vision
Life on the outside, I'm scraping dirt out my left eye
And all these commas get pressed out
Because the worry's in debt now
I told you not to question every lie that they sell now
Look at your life, now look at mine
I think it's clear who get bread now

I was lost but now I'm found
I felt love beneath the ground
I warned you to hold me down
It must be the crickets in my town

Crickets don't lie, crickets don't rave
One motherfucker wan' test me, grave
One motherfucker wan' best me, brave
But the world's all mine and I'm taking no saints
I could give a damn 'bout the frontward faith
Imma do my thing till I stomp them gates
Imma see the vision while you fucks just hate
If it weren't for the team, I'd be off in that state
States away, I got a place to stay
Eating good, vegetary with the crème brûlée
And I see 'em on the wave but they taking shade
Cause they music's fake and they bought the plays
I could give a fuck about it, I don't wanna talk about it
I've been on my own shit, they just wanna look up at it
Half these lames wan' clone me
But God said, "It's you and you only, Kaine you are holy"

I was lost but now I'm found
I felt love beneath the ground
I warned you to hold me down
It must be the crickets in my town

Stream on Spotify

Brandyn Kaine - Crickets

Demo for a little tune I did for fun of it... Recorded at home a while ago, but recently mastered by BT at BeaTstar studio, Haugesund.

Fill A Need (demo)

One of 11 tracks I recorded this with Paul (Tranny) Dawson, back in 1989 before he decided it was too much commitment for him to become a singer.

Hold Again

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