Featuring @alyorra
Additional Production by @jukaamusic
circa — September 2021

Lyrics:
Yeah, go ahead
Waste all my energy until I'm fucking dead
I don't know how to fix this after what you said
Get out of my life, I have got to rest my head
And I'll never miss you again
I'm on your favorite street I'll follow what you've lead
I cannot keep up with all the texts that I've read
Finding all our photos, I think I should sleep instead
It was perfect, I think that we can close this story
I think that we can close this story
I think that we can close this story

Feel it in your heart when you say
You want nothing from me anymore
Wondering if I should stay
With you, but it's time to close the door
And I know there's a lot of things I can't control
Baby there's a lot of things I want to know
Like where you been at, heart attack
You left me in the dark
You moved on so fast
Yeah you know that

I think that we can close this story
But just know that we made history

Photobooth (feat. Alyorra)

produced & arranged by @makemeapromise @ssoh @1rokit @outfed
mixed & mastered by @outfed
cover art by @ronkoe @outfed

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5/31/25 - hello all! this is the first official release from the sound design day team. we've been laying down the groundwork surrounding this project for some time now, and are overjoyed to finally be able to share our collaborative efforts with the world. expect more from us in the near future, including but not limited to; sample packs, tutorials, & new music. thank you all for taking the time to listen, big things on the way. -the sdd team

Arrive at a place

sound design day - arrive at a place

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most likely will be used in "Scard" OST if i ever get around to making that | @speal

i never knew him

somebody call a doctor sumn wrong
i was counting up too much think i did sumn to my thumbs
we got guest rooms over at the madhouse so baby come
told me that she not gon leave the crib until i make her cum
i been underneath for way too long
i was told they was gon be here for me woke up now they gone
only thing that stuck around was bands, bands all i know
bands all i know. bands, bands all i know.
bands, bands all i know shit i count em everyday
i count every single note js so the voices go away
they keep telling me "no mandy, you wont ever find a way"
now im out, they asking, "How?" like bitch whatchu want me to s-

what u want me to say
what else is there to say
what u want me to say bitch
texting me everyday
still mad because i made it
know u gon be mad
no matter which way i say it

how is they gon take this
...
"how is they gon take this?"
they cant fucking take it
thats the life you made
they say life is what u make it
all u got peels i turned my shit to lemonade bitch

you hate it?
.....to my face
say it to my face
say it to my face bitch
say it to my face

go head nd hate
say it to my face
say it to my face bitch
say it to my face

yea i mite fall on my ass but dey always gonna hate
v a m p i r e  let the blood run down my face
remember where i was sitting exactly on that day
no such thing as a right answer so what they want me to say?

my homeboy was in the pen eating noodles everday
i fucked all the vibes again but its gonna be okay
yesterday i was the blueprint but today they wana hate
you fake asf u Harvey dent all of yall be so two faced

SAY IT TO MY FACE/THE DEVIL IN ME IM SICK
SAY IT TO MY FACE/THE DEVIL IN ME IM SICK
SAY IT TO MY FACE/THE DEVIL IN ME IM SICK
SAY IT TO MY FACE/THE DEVIL IN ME IM SICK
SAY IT TO MY FACE/THE DEVIL IN ME IM SICK
SAY IT TO MY FACE/THE DEVIL IN ME IM SICK
SAY IT TO MY FACE/THE DEVIL IN ME IM SICK

(SAY IT) TO MY FACE

brain groffon stared into the cold, bitter diner coffee like it held some secret truth. “jesus doesn’t return my calls anymore,” he muttered. the man raised an eyebrow but said nothing, pulling his plate away from stuey, who had just reached for another fry.

“we need a win,” brain said, staring past the flickering fluorescent lights. “a real one. not this ‘scam a guy for a pancake’ life. i want respect. i want...reviews. new york times bestseller lists. maybe a netflix adaptation.”

“maybe you should finish a book first,” stuey muttered through a mouthful of stolen toast.

brain didn’t even bother responding. instead, he reached into his satchel and pulled out a worn leather notebook. “this,” he said, slapping it down dramatically, “is chapter one of god hates dogs — a tragicomic exploration of mortality, love, and bacon.”

stuey blinked. “so basically your autobiography?”

“it’s called fiction, stewart.”

before stuey could retort, a waitress approached. she looked tired. like existentially tired. “you guys gonna order something or just steal caffeine and fries?”

brain sat up straighter. “actually, ma’am, would you like to be immortalized in literature? i’m crafting a character loosely based on—”

“you’re not that guy,” she said, deadpan. “order or leave.”

stuey grinned. “we’ll take one slice of optimism and a side of forgiveness.”

she walked away.

brain leaned back, sighing. “you know, for a second, i really thought tonight would be different.”

stuey sipped from the coffee again. “it was. we didn’t get arrested.”

“yet.”

they sat in silence, the neon humming above them, the diner clock ticking past 3 a.m. outside, rain started to fall, soft and quiet. brain tapped his pen to the notebook, opened it, and began to write. maybe the story wasn’t over after all.

we're all gonna die, but my computer will live on

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