That Don't Mean A Thing / Stressed Out

Stressed Out

To Be A Star
Written by Kabwasa
Produced by Dominic Vigil
Instrument by Jonah Huang
Instrument by Carlos Elias

To Be A Star [Prod. Dom V]

Smooth drums, dreamy, filtered guitars, rhode piano keys, complimented with whisper-y falsetto vocals create the perfect vibe for lovers who are looking for a night in.

DearQuinton- Crazy

price of fame

Cicada

sports

Sun Salutation (excerpt)

SIDEWALKS (OFFICIAL LYRICS)

I know I wrote you two songs
I guess this time I won’t be taking long
I got a lot of things to say
I need to come off strong
I really need to get it straight
I can’t be waiting long
I came across a list of tings
Man that’s a lot of names
I feel the need to do you dirt
I put a lot at stake
I really meant it when I said that Imma play the game
I might’ve made the game
I bet no bullets get heard in the rain
Mourning til’ night
Still don’t know what poured down the drain
Only sidewalks do
So I’ll stroll
As I watch you reap what you sow dude
Don’t want no trouble
Say it’s paint
On the sidewalk
Stroll
And watch you reap what you sow
Dude
I’m only getting started and now we’re going on a
Stroll to watch you reap what you sow
Mentally I’m exhausted
Yes I’ve tripped the fuck out now I’m off it
Petty like
Ain’t you a man to really understand luck don’t come often
I put aside my pride and expected you to apologize
Now I realize about time I’ll be satisfied
So here’s another song bout you to bop with
Honey, if she could sing
Only then a bee sting would turn her to a bad bitch
Why wouldn’t you go at it?
It’d be stupid if you hadn’t
No good fella, no I won’t tell her, you go get her
Go Cinderella
You done read what I said, has it gone to your head yet?
Easy come, easy go, is he screwing your hoe?
Though you was just an option
Right? When you was at the auction?
Ego, ego, grow
Still on the low though
I know you gon’ show
She bout to drop it, oh
Ego, ego, don’t spill into my flow
You cuppin’ solo
Ain’t bout to stop it, no
All that may glitter isn’t gold
I’ve come to know so I’ll show ya
Always sippin’ liquor, break the mould
Now that’s a chip on your shoulder
Poor soldier be better biddin’ sober
Well if it’s over, done riding roller coasters
Bipolar getting heavy, it’s a boulder
Bye loner, I don’t mean to hog the holster
All that you have is not enough
I gave you love and now you’re getting none
She gon’ pull the trigger to her gun
Woah uh-oh

Performed by DACEY
Written by Dacey Jane Andrada
Produced by DACEY
Mixed by Justin Tecson, Joshua Akow
Mastered by Brock McFarlane

© ℗ 2019 DACEY

Sun Salutation (excerpt)

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