@soshmoozy: well, many thanks to you, shmooz.

Big time Jai Paul vibes and thats a huge compliment G

Mixing, Mastering, and producing by @dustbunnybedroom
Co-produced by Mahal Slick
Original art by @rosarrie

Lyrics:
Why they gotta do me like that? I've been
Stuck inside my head, it's so tiring
Everyday I wake up, wondering what to make of
All this time I have on my own, its so

Heavy, I don't think that I can take it no more (Nah)
Looking at the ceiling lying down on the floor
I've been sleeping (Sleeping)
Way too busy dreaming (Dreaming)
Lookin like I'm beaming, but I'm feeling real bored
Now I'm

Contemplating whether or not I should make it outta here
Swinging back and forth on decisions like it's a chandelier
I ain't really missing the feeling of my reality
I need a little breather before I can get it outta me

Say what's the point in living, not making the right decisions?
I just need a vision, to get myself out this prison
I'm feelin like I'm drowning, but man I ain't even swimming
Just gimme like five minutes to live through the best feeling

I don't wanna wake up, wake up
No, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
I don't wanna deal with fake love, fake love
I just need a little break from, break from

Oh, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
No, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
I don't wanna deal with fake love, fake love
I just need a little break from, it all

What am I to do?
Tell me what's the use?
Still stuck inside my room?
But at least I'm letting loose!

Steady losing my mind again throughout these past few months
With time pass, life flash, but it's not that much
Not tryna grimace, but I'm timid, I'm startin to hit the limit
Wish a hand could come and reach, maybe gimme a little visit

Shit don't feel the same, like a rainy day the tears are falling, now I'm feeling grey
I don't need a change, but girl I kinda miss your pretty face
Love can't even save me, I'm alone, but I don't feel ashamed
I can rearrange, but

I don't wanna wake up, wake up
No, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
I don't wanna deal with fake love, fake love
I just need a little break from, break from

Oh, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
No, I don't wanna wake up, wake up
I don't wanna deal with fake love, fake love
I just need a little break from, it all

wake up! - EP version (prod. dustbunnybedroom)

LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-cheetah-paws-lyrics

LYRICS ON GENIUS

cheetah paws

Has it arrived? 
The hesitant resurfacing of the sublime, 
from the confines of ambition. 
The quivering admission of we’re not so different you and I. 
Thus urge the gut, trust lest you regress. 
Sun kissed, my feet swept. Upend the oath kept. 
Weary arms outstretched, I unexpect. 
Wary, I inch toward it. Fearful the artform distorts it. 
Rather clumsily catch and set free than bask in what’s left to let be. 

Family car ride, dad passenger side, now I drive. 
City lights meant naptime, 
I’d wake when we’d pull through the gate. 
Least I could do for a birthday. 
Most I could say was a smile. Inside, I soared. 
Mom said she saw me crying through a window, 
left me to dry my eyes with the group.
She said to herself, “Someday, he’ll make it through,
Someday, he’ll know what I always knew.” 
One day, she told me that came true. 
I weeped like fireworks. 
My sister and I thumbing through records, laughing like we used to. 
Time traveling, salvaging innocence, polishing, restoring. Mending. 
Future can wait, I’m sated remembering. 
Not without its thorns. Roses vigorously plucked,
A beauty worth bleeding for.
Breathing like I mean it more. 
The privilege to people watch. 
Imagining. A narrative is alive where you only enrichen.
I promise I’ll publish it. Nonfiction. When I find my footing.
The miracle of finding our footing. 
Embarrass me. Tear me to shreds. 
More confetti to celebrate us reuniting. 
Basking in the failure to capture. 
This doesn’t deserve art.

Failing Capturing

I erased us. 
Rug swept. Insignificant. 
I didn't say it. I didn't say it. 
I left it, floating lonely between us,
eager to fill its blank, 
ease into its rightful contours,
and I denied it.

Our fairytale. 
High school stumblings, clumsy into one. 
Friends welcoming adjusting. First secrets. 
Skype calls an ocean away. Diving. 
Resurfacing with a sea-sculpted stone shaped like our heart. 
A gift that split as quick as freshman year. 
My half was ground into powder. Your half strengthened under the pressure. 
You stayed inexplicably, unselfishly. 
We shared laughs reserved for survivors of a shared love torn, 
celebrated with a richness only felt when romance fades to tattered flawless truth. 
Through a silence most uphold, we sang in jazzy harmony. 

When I came back with a soul thoroughly searched and newly alone, 
you were the first star I wished on. 
You descended, and guided me to earth that graceful way you always will for all who wander. 
I nestled your friendship in a safety chest marked "Drop Everything." 
You dropped everything, when late became early and worries came alive, 
you awakened and let me unravel undoubtedly. 
No other canvas will carry these shades of me. 
What an honor to have you kaleidoscopically confide in mine. 
And I erased it. Our first us. 
The roots that source our flourishing. 
Not even the courtesy to shatter. 
I shushed it away like it never mattered. 

I think I lost her. 
I think she's gone, and I'm the reason. 
Just another reason why faith is a myth sold by men who tell love stories they never finish. 
Another lesson in undue trust in someone unfit for following through on good intention. 
Another half dusted.
Another wound unshared. 
Another everything dropped for another hollow nothing. 
Just like every other one who said he'd never be like anyone before.
Just another man trying his best and forgetting yours.

I Think I Lost Her

Love story short, 
senior me left my sophomore girlfriend
when I left for university. 
Textbook ending. 

Eight years spent complicating. 
Methodically branching like lightning slow through a slab o' wood. 
Calculating. Labyrinth mapping. 
Trial testing paths, juggling potentials.
Primed for the instant I flutter, 
when the jitters reawaken from their jittery slumber. 
I choose my own misadventure and wonder 
how this will end.

Which pain?
I know the unrequited kind 
like the back of my unheld hand. We've met. 
God forbid it's a road I haven't simulated traveling yet.
What if we click, we court, we kiss, we commit, 
and months in, you uncover to your chagrin 
the undeserving charlatan I have always been, and we split? 
The end, start again. 

Or, what if 
we join and form a bond strong enough to call home, 
a promise lifelong to forge a future only our own, 
us envisioning honeymoons, nurseries, nursing homes, 
then I meet someone new, and desecrate all we have ever known? 
I'm no saint. I won't feign like infidelity's not a feasible failstate. 
Believe me, this messenger would shoot himself 
over the pathways these possibilities pave. 
Let me count the ways your innocent heart could break
multiplied by the rate at which I blame you for mistakes 
to the power of infinity unpredictabilities. 
How many storybook togethers 
have regret splattered on their last page? 
And most frightening of all, 

what if 
we fall, 
and in your arms, I feel the fear fade, 
and you free my heart from its calculated cage? 
What if… 

There's no way. 
Which pain? There has to be pain. 
Your warmth briefly heals 
but what's real always returns more afraid. 
How will this end? 
I lie, I cheat, I do you wrong. 
How could I ever stay calm 
when even the truest love 
only lasts so long?

Heaven forbid, 
what if this lasts
forever?

The Fatalist

She has life. 
Eyes unlocking a universe. 
She has grit.
Firm unrelenting steadfastness 
safeguarding a heart fragile. 
She has a past she veils, pain felt needless, 
that she retells virtuosically as a heroine’s blossoming. 
She is poetry. Her voice incarnates. 
Her arms somehow outstretch unshielded for embrace. 
She has no despair, no rivals. Just trouble-tested armor,
and a longing for a betterness beyond her. 
And she has 

Him. 
His shoulders. His tender true grasp. 
He has soul, warmth, space forever free for shelter. 
She has trust. He has devotion to furthering. 
His aura, beckoning moments to emerge unashamed.
He has dreams of an elsewhere together, 
and the power to get there. 
He keeps faith through the suffering they share. 
Welcoming tears shed. Protecting, providing. 
And if ever he folds, he has 

Them. 
Budding young blessings. Wellsprings of potential. 
They have home, to return to from a world they must explore. 
Boundless wonder. Opportunities for glorious failure. 
Introductions. Forgettings. Discovering what stays.
They have time. They have guides.
They have him. They have her. 
And they all have each other. 

I have nothing. 
I need nothing.

For Them

Homesick

Homesick (slenderbodies remix)

good news bad news [prod. by mr. master]

Andrea Chahayed - Phony (Lyrics)

If I could see in the future
Fluent in tapestry
Tarot card witchery’d
Tell me that you might not be there
But it’s hard to believe when you’re sitting right next me sayin’ out loud
Of how you love me now

Cause I could be running in circles
Tripping on the same pebbles 
Crash down cry for help as you
Always do run to the rescue 
Any fall can be faltered
A buffer to all of my faults but please
Do watch your step around me

Well you’re someone I count on to show up  
Even through all the absence in learning from consequence
Who needs a friend when I’ve got you
Are you sure I’m not too much
I’m sorry it’s just how I am
You swear it’s not like that, there there

Hey I know that it’s 4 in the morning
I’ve got something to tell you
I’ve been holding on to and 
Now that it’s gotten quite heavy
Here you go ain’t it terribly ugly
It’s just like me to fuck up
Don’t let me fall back down

I felt it from the beginning
How your love did collapse 
And your pity did atrophy 
slowly decay 
No your words didn’t fade 
Said the pantomime up on the stage
It was all just a play
Did not expect to pay
I was just your waste of time 
and I knew that I was right
You phony love of mine
You phony love of mine

Andrea Chahayed - Phony

LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-the-geek-defense-lyrics

the geek defense

to: fox

from: juan

songwriting: juan
production: juan
mixing/mastering: juan
vocals: juan
artwork: juan

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i wish i were charlie conway from mighty ducks 2.
sleep with a fan on.

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