and i'll just have to come to terms with that . . .

Video: https://youtu.be/aG2XslxPxt0

We Wont Speak Like This Again

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Down and down it goes...

Lyrics:
I try to forget we happened, I try to not think of you
but all my thoughts still take your shape and imitate the things you do
there’s shades of you inside the lake beneath a static gibbous moon
can’t shake the stubborn memories from our romantic interludes

can’t escape the melancholy as the spiral’s turning downward
it’s a bed of blooming orchids and a pyro burning flowers
it’s hours that turn to weeks, our dates replay in random loops
upon the surface of these two vortexes gazing back at you

I’m just a fool who thought he was clever with plans in motion
romantic notions, who would handle rejection and withstand corrosion
(but I’m a) gossamer web of canceled connections 
dismantled affection, (and you’re a) haunted house of mirrors with scrambled reflections

it’s a rampant infection of doubts, the clouds that veil my face
shrouds of shadows that flit over me - a crown of pale light rays
it’s the inhale and the plunge below the memories I’m submerged in
it’s the nice view from a month ago, when everything was perfect

I try to forget we happened, try to think of something else
I tried to drown the entire thing inside a drink but nothing helps
it’s hell, affected mental health, I tried to tackle the feelings
take a sledgehammer to your pedestal, but can’t manage to swing it

(Cuz I was) infatuated with you, it’s that forks of lightning tingle
it’s that feeling of my heart exploding forth in brightened pixels
it’s the feeling of losing that feeling, feeling like I fucked it up
the thoughts evolved, they’re peeling off the ceiling tiles to run amok

don’t hear the silver linings, it’s unbearable, it’s bullshit
having you here right beside me is the only scenario I’m cool with
I don’t want to forget but I have to, I know I should just move on
delete the socials, and our messages, then I’ll be good with you gone

cuz I know that just because I felt it, that doesn’t mean it’s real
I know the reasons you told me, but not the ones you keep concealed
I got too comfortable with you beneath a motionless moon
I just hope as time oozes forward that I’ll get over it soon

Downward (prod. ibrahim)

https://t.co/JjCL8shI6x

prod. @masked-man-peace

vox by
@kyaruok
@masked-man-peace
@cloudmacx
@nicohorry

backing vox by
https://soundcloud.com/damienbrbnk

mixed & mastered by @kyaruok

cover art by @kyaruok

CONTROL

Spotify / Apple Music

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter

Featuring:
https://soundcloud.com/boof-radley

Produced by:
https://soundcloud.com/amstergates

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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Headhaunter - Two Women (ft. Boof Radley)

doubts

prod. @Whyandotte
mix. @ibr & @Whyandotte
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
My hand burst forth, and I followed right after/
with a pocket knife and sights of a long divine pasture/
a walking disaster, eyes like binary sunsets/
2D grinning mug, my finger guns would fire like Cuphead/

I loopholed laws of gravity, but dropped my set of car keys/
too afraid of being judged, was blacking out at guilty parties/
couldn’t even take the stand, or complete a fucking sentence/
so I bled my case dry, and then I hit the bar defenceless/ 

look, everything down here tastes like rhubarb/
the sun just winked out but the moon’s large/
army crawl out of midnight with new scars/
and a few bruises, marooned where your troops aren’t/

then I panic over nothing like a false alarm/
anxiety’s evolved into a second form that’s off and on/
see the large amounts of cash are changing disembodied palms/
but I can’t catch ‘em at all, this Haunter’s poor, c’mon/


I could use a buck or two it’s hunting season/
eating sickening meat that I found in a freezer’s deep end, sleep in weekends/ 
and wake without a singular second, I bend ‘em and stretch ‘em myself/
drinking the minutes I blend and then sever the digits off hands of clocks at twelve/

then wolf them down like finger food and chew forever on a rhubarb stalk/
where fumes peel the paint off walls as the room’s gone dark/
the floor opens up red with all the nuance gone/
I take the escalator down, with my shoes untied/

onto paths where time’s passed towards that fresh crater/
where the flowers grow in white grass, their bulbs have dead layers/
I can watch the butterflies hatch from Rorschach test papers/
waiting there inside of a box, I’m sure they’ll check later/

but everything down here tastes like rhubarb/
think the sun just winked out, plus the moon’s gone/
ruminating out loud on what you think you deserve/
as your friends read their words off of cue cards/



Add up everything that isn’t adding up (adding up)/
obsess about it like it isn’t bad enough (bad enough)/
it’s the main issue that’s at hand I haven’t touched/
using any fucking excuse I can think of as a crutch/
x2



My head’s out the window of an overturned car/
start to crawl through the debris of that stone curtain wall/
and drag what’s left of my knees away from the lights in the distance/
like diamond holes with square pegs, I’m just trying to fit in/

I should reset my ambitions back to their factory settings/
and then install a dream deleting button and happily press it/
letting reality set in, except I’m trapped at the zenith/
still grasping at any straws I got, I can’t go defend it/

man, I’m too co-dependent, and too fucking selfish/
I’m way too damn sour, power through tough defences/
with a void in my stomach and eyes like thermite explosions
the rules have been destroyed or bent, as permitted per my emotions/

slowly sink beneath the sands of time but now the pace is quickening/
bringing it to a speed that can turn any face to smithereens/
dropped in the dead space between worlds, I float there alone/
with nothing but a pocket knife and nowhere to go/

Rhubarb (prod. Whyandotte)

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

Mixing, mastering, and producing by @dustbunnybedroom
Artwork by @victoriamynameis & @dustbunnybedroom
Featuring @sheffdan

Spotify link: https://spoti.fi/2Adv6QH
Apple Music link: https://apple.co/3gqyBDX
Bandcamp link: https://bit.ly/2B2CuhZ

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Mahal-slick-dancing-lyrics

Dancing - w/ dustbunnybedroom feat. Sheffdan

ASOS

My message:
I made the song wanting it to sound poppy and fun, but honest and real at the same time. I had been going through a tough time in my life, struggling with building relationships and getting over past ones. Then I realized the only word that could describe how I felt was "lonely," so the hook came easily. As I went deeper into how I felt, I played with the concept of just how lonely I was by practically saying in my second verse, "It's not that I even need a therapist, it's that I need company," and "I've experienced so much loss, hey, if you're an old friend listening to this, I probably miss you". As for the upbeat and happy elements of the song, I figured that if I feel this lonely, I might as well make it enjoyable. The takeaway from this is that, even in loneliness, there can be contentment. I mean, I found it by making a song about it.

-lyrics
Like little butterflies caught in a web
For the first time it filled me with dread
Forgot what it's like to get out of bed
Homebody, no bread
 
It's such a lonely, lonely, lonely world
For such a lonely, lonely girl
And I'm a lonely, lonely, lonely girl
In such a lonely, lonely world
 
I hit up old friends to come visit me
And when they say no, I try therapy
Not for consoling, just for company
Nobody, that's me
I've been talking to the moon again
Lost more than I ever meant to
Still here trying to play pretend
'Cause I still think about you
No one's gonna save me now
I live but I don't know how to
Tell me when you're back around
'Cause I still think about you
 
Lonely, lonely, lonely world
It's such a lonely, lonely world
And I'm a lonely, lonely, lonely girl
In such a lonely, lonely world
It's such a lonely, lonely, lonely world
For such a lonely, lonely girl
And I'm a lonely, lonely, lonely girl
In such a lonely, lonely world
 
Don't you see it?
People leave, it don't mean it
You can stop believing
People leave, it don't mean it
They don't mean it
It's such a lonely, lonely, lonely world
For such a lonely, lonely girl
And I'm a lonely, lonely, lonely girl
In such a lonely, lonely world

Lonely Girl (prod. Garrett)

LYRICS

You know you got me falling for you baby,
Just promise me you gon' be there to save me
To break it down, for you now 
Everything, everything, everything's so right)

You know you got me falling for you baby,
Just promise me you gon' be there to save me
To break it down, for you now 
Everything, everything, everything's so right

Days 
Witchu
Feel like
Minutes
(Minutes, minutes, minutes, minutes)
Strange
How you
Make time
Diminish
(Where'd it go? Where'd it go? Where'd it go?)

But one thing's
Been on my mind
Can I share
If you got time?
From the moment 
You caught my eye
You've been the one 
To supply
My happiness
I cannot lie
You've always stood 
By my side
So everything 
Feels so right
Everything 

Feels so right
(Got me feeling so right, got me feeling so right)
So right 
Everything feels so right
Everything feels so right
Everything
Everything 
Everything 

You 
Always 
Get my 
Head spinnin'
(Spinning, spinning, spinning)
Strange 
How you
Became
My business 

But one thing's
Been on my mind
Can I share
If you got time?
From the moment 
You caught my eye
You've been the one 
To supply
My happiness
I cannot lie
You've always stood 
By my side
So everything 
Feels so right
Everything 

Feels so right
(You make everything feel right
You make everything so right)
So right 
(You make everything feel so right)
Everything feels so right
Everything feels so right
Everything
Everything 
Everything 

(You know you got me falling for you baby,
Just promise me you gon' be there to save me
To break it down)
I can't imagine life without you
(I can't imagine life without ya)

I know what I want
I know what I want
(To break it down, for you now)
I want you for life, baby
(Everything's so right)

SO RIGHT (prod. by garrett)

Producer Man

https://fanlink.to/LIES-CC
LYRICS / https://genius.com/Cancel-culture-Lies-lyrics

prod. @geo_1022, @masked-man-peace & @akamaruxoxo

hook: @kyaruok
verse 1: @masked-man-peace (@akamaruxoxo backing vocals)
verse 2: @damienbrbnk
hook 2: @kyaruok (@masked-man-peace adlibs)
verse 3: @masked-man-peace
bridge: @kyaruok & @masked-man-peace
hook 3: @kyaruok (@akamaruxoxo backing vocals)
outro: @nicohorry

mixed & mastered by @masked-man-peace

artwork by @kyaruok

LIES

Perfectly Imperfect

Perfectly Imperfect (Gospel Choir Version)

A song about being stuck inside during the apocalypse. Sound familiar? 😉

Written by: Reed Pake, https://soundcloud.com/marcindigo &  https://soundcloud.com/mrmastersucks

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/beatcoin-948353974

Cover art by: https://soundcloud.com/saintkales

Mixed/Mastered by: https://soundcloud.com/3astman  

Verse 1 (Rekap): 
Lyin’ in my bed at leisure, don’t wake ‘till eleven, ever/ 
Seven more rejection letters in my inbox, but no pressure/ 
Check the weather for gigafires and I really should get an air purifier/  Too much take-out, so I guzzle benefiber, just smoked earlier, but now I’m getting higher/ 
I got nothin’ to do and I can’t stand it, news gettin’ worse by the damn second/ 
Can’t see my friends or my fam, gettin’/ 
So lonely when scrolling on Tinder that honestly anyone at this point can get it/
Yeah, and I can’t really cook, so I‘m livin’ off of shit like canned spinach, but I’m managin’, I guess/
And right when this shit couldn’t go more awry/
I open my blinds and I see an orange sky/
Twitter is sayin’ that we’re gonna die/ 
The end is nigh, we should all run and hide/ 
But I’m stuck inside, I don’t know where to go/ 
So I lay in my bed and I stare at my phone/
Meltin’ my brain watchin’ terrible shows/ 
Waitin’ until the whole planet explodes/

Hook 1 (marc indigo):
I don’t know what’s going on and really no one does/ 
All these issues all at once, really I’ve had enough/
I just hate the way my life’s just changed and fell apart/
 I’m just waitin’, I’m frustrated, can we just restart?
I’m terrified but I’m chillin/
I’m staring up at the ceiling/
This world is falling to ruins/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Each day I open my eyes/
I’m seeing smoke in the skies/
Everyone’s hopeless online/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/

 Verse 2 (Mr. Master): 
'08, I ate up my hours alone/ 
Only kept up with time. Stay inside feel like home/
Gopher my head out the ground and it’s discounts on 
underground bunkers I already own/
Rapid lose muscle when farthest approach to a 
cardio stroll is a scroll on a phone/
Classes asynchronous. Pass, no attendance/
I stan education but no. No I’m not busy busy/ 
But the pen game sharper, image crispy/ 
While the kids stay arguin’ with Disney, this hummingbird
heart beat through the windy/
Really been up still. All everyone love kill buzzkill/ 
Spirit ain’t shine, then the sun will/
Not gonna lie though, a hug would be clutch, any touch let the Bowflex a boat less uphill/
Won’t let a dot set up shop keeper windows/ 
Melee X’d out. Miracle mile on dash. Ace quiz shows ‘Nache don’t crash mid woe/ 
Permanent daylight, search for the save life. Case close/
I run out o’ space to run out. I runneth over/ 
I’m driven. I hit a red light and let it go/  

Hook 2 (marc indigo):
I don’t know what’s going on and really no one does/ 
All these issues all at once, really I’ve had enough/
Everyday feels like the same, can we have something new/
I’m just hopin’ in the end that we can make it through/
I’m terrified but I’m chillin/
I’m staring up at the ceiling/
This world is falling to ruins/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Each day I open my eyes/
I’m seeing smoke in the skies/
Everyone’s hopeless online/
At least I’m safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/
Safe inside my bedroom, bedroom/

Spotify/Apple Music

Bedroom (feat. marc indigo & mr. master) [prod. BEATCoin]

again&again - Hours

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