This album is packed full of different emotions, different genres and different stories

D1FFERENT

9am in Newy But it's 5pm in Washington 
Mixed & Mastered by Subrigo

5pm Somewhere (Prod. Call Me Brian)

Baby if you want we could escapeeee
Mixed & Mastered by Subrigo

Escape (Prod. Subrigo)

So I bleed moreeeeeee
Mixed & Mastered by Subrigo

ASSHOLE (Prod. Subrigo)

Hold me close before you leave
Mixed & Mastered by Subrigo

Hold Me Close FT. Snailboi (Prod. Subrigo)

Dummy FT. 1NEOUT (Prod. Blanq Beatz)

Childhood memories...

Mixed & Mastered by Subrigo

Childhood (Prod. IMOTAPE)

If you don't love me, girl that's okay

Mixed & Mastered by Subrigo

Fake Smile (Prod. Subrigo)

I'm steadily grinding...

Mixed & Mastered by Subrigo

Grinding FT. Jeebs (Prod. Zach Sutton)

cold dead hands w/ savage182 [prod. kasebeats]

UNDERGROUND (+ Ciran9k)

Sideline (+ Subrigo)

MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: @hendrixg.art
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.

can’t sleep through those shrieks from the next room 
got their whole life running off of best moods
and if those shots to the brain don’t come through
can’t even use their body then there’s no food

weeds gnashing at our legs in the gale
red or yellow itches got dug out with nails 
in the field you can only hide behind the bales 
francis drake chasing down all these sales

out here it’s a desert no sand just dust
if this was egypt you’d be heading out west cuz
like they thought nothing lived out there but death does
obsessed with doing missions call it questlove

trent reznor on your liar’s chair you can bring no hurt
flowers on the trees swelling and we can make the sticks burst
i don’t kick with bitches word
the boys taking blocks leave them no land like the kurds

i’ve earnt to stay home and rest on laurels
running up bags of rock that’s live like coral
golden paddock and the rich smell of wattle
geese getting throttled then spilling out offal

see how things are ive never been coddled
they realised i was out on road and the cobble
alien anger on a face with the skin mottled
hit the bottle pull on the rose gogglescan’t sleep through those shrieks from the next room 
got their whole life running off of best moods
and if those shots to the brain don’t come through
can’t even use their body then there’s no food

weeds gnashing at our legs in the gale
red or yellow itches got dug out with nails 
in the field you can only hide behind the bales 
francis drake chasing down all these sales

out here it’s a desert no sand just dust
if this was egypt you’d be heading out west cuz
like they thought nothing lived out there but death does
obsessed with doing missions call it questlove

trent reznor on your liar’s chair you can bring no hurt
flowers on the trees swelling and we can make the sticks burst
i don’t kick with bitches word
the boys taking blocks leave them no land like the kurds

i’ve earnt to stay home and rest on laurels
running up bags of rock that’s live like coral
golden paddock and the rich smell of wattle
geese getting throttled then spilling out offal

see how things are ive never been coddled
they realised i was out on road and the cobble
alien anger on a face with the skin mottled
hit the bottle pull on the rose goggles

Alien FEAT. TROY JUNIOR (PROD. SAV182)

Honest Brother Anthem.mp3

Black keys

Lyrics written, and music created by Joe Kirk. Copyright 2025

Sometimes I want to run to a place I never heard of.
Wonder what it would be like.
Never have crossed paths with those.
Never knew what heartache was.
Never held a dying rose.

I was in love with being in love.
Coming from a home that never had any.
Mom and dad never knew a thing.
I observed as a child.
Feeling pain, never knowing joy.
Soul and heart.
Never had a chance.

I won every single time.
Did what you thought I couldn't.
There was a few that believed in me.
Prevailed when they thought I wouldn't.
Never met my match.
 I guess I used what I had inside.
I looked like I was alive.
I was just dead on the inside.

You can't change anything.
Put down the paintbrush.
Step away from what you created.
Let them all see.
Let them all try.
Walk away slow as they see the art from a man who died.

There are no more deep thoughts.
I hate going there now.
I stay in this place now.
Thinking that nobody can hurt me now.
You and them.
The same people from the same place.
A place I have never been before.

Sometimes I want to run to a place I never heard of.
Wonder what it would be like.
Never have crossed paths with those.
Never knew what heartache was.
Never held a dying rose.

I stay in this place now.
Thinking that nobody can hurt me now.
You and them

roSe peTaLs.  Pale1/Chrome Dolphins

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Childhood (Prod. IMOTAPE)

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