First single off our upcoming debut EP, "Simple Thoughts"
Recorded at New Monkey Studio
Produced by Greg Cortez with the help of Rav Mojo and Edgar Camey

Lyrics:
It starts with her face
She haunts the ceiling at night
I can't get away
Her specter speaks to me all night
Inside her pale eyes
She's broken holding onto my life
Cus I wanna die
To be with her

The ghost inside
I can't get her outta my mind

She calls to me
Can't tell no one I'm going insane
Can't let her be
We're empty souls guided by fate
I dream by her side
She's falling holding onto my life
I want to die
To be with her

The Ghost Inside

Title track/second single off our upcoming debut EP, "Simple Thoughts"
Recorded at New Monkey Studio
Produced by Greg Cortez with the help of Rav Mojo and Edgar Camey
Artwork by Tarek Masri

Lyrics:
I wish that I could leave it all
Some freedom from this formal ball
Trying hard not to self destruct
Since when did I even give a fuck
I'm stuck in this hole and I can't get out
At least it's nice when I am aroused
Intimacy comes at a price
I'm tumbling in bipolar paradise

How can I love when it's out of spite?
Telling me I got bigger lies
I used to laugh when I heard love hurts
Now love's laughing at my hopeless world
Why do I love you?
Right place, right time,  circumstance was right
But now I'm stuck with you
I don't want it all

Do I even got a sense of self
Show me your ways, I need a little help
Oh my my, I know it's true
Why do I care who I am to you
They won't tell us this but it is the truth
Hypocrisy is our permanent mood
It seems unfair that it is so fun
Getting somewhere but not when it's done

I miss my old mind when I wasn't bound to anything
But I've tried this new life and I want some more mystery
I know it's wrong to think that I know everything
But knowing something is what satisfies my soul
So please don't deny me for trying to know more 
The more I come by the more, the more I can help

Overthink the simple things, don't think enough about what I can't see
Why is it hard just to love myself
Create my own personal hells
It's easy to blame this on you
I can't accept all of this abuse
It's crazy how one personal thing
makes me question history

Music and lyrics written by Westpark




Simple  Thoughts (Stuck With You)

Intaglio

The Idle Mind

Just To Let You Know

That Groove (OFFICIAL)

Coffee & Weed

Fame is about the tradeoff between originality and success. It seems that the more you have of one, the less you have of the other. The heaviness of the song comes from the grime and frustration of pursuing music today. Often the best music goes unheard.  The repetition of “fake” in the hook emphasizes that being fake is some sort of prerequisite in achieving fame. Our present society is overwhelmingly addicted fame, even if it’s only among the few hundred followers we all have on our personal media accounts. The outro, a cacophony of synths, religious hums, wailing guitars, and booming drums, is a plea for purity and peace in the narcissistic and chaotic state of existence we have reached.

Fame

Written by: Shiva Verma and Enad Abunimeh
Co-written by Greg Cortez
Produced and Engineered by Greg Cortez with the help of Edgar Camey
Jungle Strut Music 2019.

Lyrics:
They told me to go see a fucking therapist
I told them aint no god damn way
There was a line outside with twenty feminists 
I told them im gonna drink today

I got xanax in my pocket
Codiene on my shirt
Cabinet full of liquor
And some oxycontin percs
Someday ill go out of it
Some day ill get hurt
At least that I was living it

and we go oh, woah, oh oh oh....

Let it hypnotize you
make you read between the lines
Whisky for wellness, cigars for the mind
Tequila, to feel ya, find booty on me
Im 9 to 5 shiva get white , get that green
Yeah im going to dance like im a rowdy motherfucker
No im not a fiend im just a buns addicted sucker
I dont carry heat 'cause im from california 
Im chugging on this buch yeah, nice to know ya

I got xanax in my pocket
Codiene on my shirt
Cabinet full of liquor
And some oxycontin percs
Friday night at castro
Looking for my baby
But all these bitches look the same

and we go oh, woah, oh oh....

They told me
They fucking told me
They told me to go see a fucking therapist
I told them aint no god damn way
There was a line outside the fucking therapist
I told them im gon' drink today

I got xanax in my pocket
Codiene on my shirt
Cabinet full of liquor
And some oxycontin percs
Someday ill go out of it
Someday Ill get hurt
At least that I was living it

and we go oh, woah, oh oh....

Liquid Therapy

Recorded in Big Sur, CA. 

Engineered by Greg Cortez

Home

A song about love, theft and murder.

Lyrics:
Now I know you think I’m young and out of control And of course you live halfway across the world There was something in the air with you
Golden beauty, we kiss on cue
Theres nothing in this world that I won’t do
Im going to Philadelphia You’ve got me in my brain I’m rolling to the station Gonna sprint on to that train Gonna get down on one knee
We can watch the stars Drive some fancy cars
You know I can’t afford ‘em But I’m not tryna bore ya
I know you feel the same way
When we roll into pubs all I know is that she is lovely
And we drink to our love until we’re all out of money
So we go to the club in the slum for an M16
And we sell our souls for diamonds, gold, family, and limousines
Oh, we left the engine running she was stunning and the diamonds were free I can’t believe she shot the jeweler I can’t lose her she’s my killer queen
We can dip to Mexico, maybe hit the slopes
Then we’ll sip Coronas, road dome in the rover We can take some acid, gun down all the fascists Strut down to the jungle, you and me and thunder
I’ve lost count of the days
Now I know things got out of control, Mr. Judge And theres half of a human laying there in the mud But if theres one thing that you have to understand  She had no idea
But she said no Mr. Judge, I have to talk
I did it for my love, for my one, for my rock
I did it for the wanted posters on the block  
And I did it so you can suck my -
She’s Breezy, Breezy, breezin’ on through  Im easy and sleazy, I’m right for you 
We listen, ain’t trippin’, breezin’ on through  Im gifted, she’s fitted, I’m right for you

Breezy

Written by Westpark
Produced and Engineered by Killah Cortez

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