"Workout" (Doing Coke)

Radio Edit
> iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/au/album/friendzoned-feat.-mixie-moon/id738650531
> Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Friendzoned-feat-Mixie-Moon-Offside/dp/B00GHA8DPG
> Spotify - http://open.spotify.com/track/0O80ZB3Rsni14LhvAPUmkv

DJ Edit
> BeatPort - http://www.beatport.com/release/friendzoned/1192324
> TrackItDown - https://www.trackitdown.net/track/s3rl-feat-mixie-moon-and-mc-offside/friendzoned-dj-edit/hardcore/6423968.html

Artwork by Alison Cochrane. Check out more of her stuff here - http://fundippopotamus.deviantart.com/

S3RL - https://s3rl.link


LYRICS

Oh girl...

This is agony.
I wish you were into me.

But no.
It's not meant to be.
No matter how good I treat - you.

Oh,
No. You're with that dick.
He treats you like shit.

But to me you say...



I've friend zoned you.

I want you here with me whenever I'm sad.
But you'll never get to take me to bed.

Sorry that the feelings aren't mutual
Take it or leave it cos I've friend zoned you.


Yo, drop the bass.


Yo, here we go.

I'm the asshole in her life,
I give her the d.

No matter how I treat her,
She stays with me.

We're fightin all the time,
Cos I cheat. I lie.

Then it's you on the phone,
When she's havin a cry.

You treat her real good.
You treat her so nice.

But when she gets home,
She's back on my pipe.

A little advice,
To you from me.

With girls like these,
Treat em mean keep em keen.


Bring the beat back.


So now...
Can you see it too?
That this guy's no good for you?

Uh... No.
Won't listen to me,
No matter how much you see - it.

Oh,
No. You're still with that dick.
He treats you like shit.

But to me you say...

FriendZoned - S3RL feat Mixie Moon

Radio Edit
> iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/au/album/tell-me-what-you-want-feat./id907472057
> Google Play - https://play.google.com/store/music/album/S3rl_Tell_Me_What_You_Want_feat_Tamika?id=Be4ulknntk72p5vuxotarobam6a
> Spotify - http://open.spotify.com/track/4UvndWKXUbBDtlqC1L65mf

DJ Edit
> BeatPort - http://www.beatport.com/release/tell-me-what-you-want-dj-edit/1358775
> TrackItDown - https://www.trackitdown.net/track/s3rl-feat-tamika/tell-me-what-you-want-dj-edit/hardcore/7297792.html

Written, produced and engineered by Jole Hughes. Vocals by Tamika Miller.

Tell Me What You Want - S3RL Feat Tamika

Radio Edit
- iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/au/album/r4v3-b0y-feat.-krystal-single/id965348503
- Google Play - https://play.google.com/store/music/album/S3rl_R4v3_B0y_feat_Krystal?id=B5zkj57r6h42b6haz7ii2k3e6t4
- Spotify - http://open.spotify.com/album/7eUjgoQDrXMcXj5EIfKVHs

DJ Edit
- BeatPort - https://pro.beatport.com/release/r4v3-b0y-dj-edit/1467826
- TrackItDown - https://www.trackitdown.net/track/s3rl-feat-krystal/r4v3-b0y-dj-edit/hardcore/8140308.html

OSU Beatmap - https://osu.ppy.sh/forum/t/307688

S3RL - https://s3rl.link

LYRICS

Be - be my rave boy.
We can have some fun.
Dancing together,
Til morning sun.
My heart is racing,
If only you knew.
I can't imagine,
My life without you.



I can just imagine,
Our cute, raver life.
Holding hands together,
Under laser lights.
Waiting for the build up, 
So we can lose our minds.
If only you knew,
I want to make you mine.

R4V3 B0Y - S3RL Feat Krystal

New Age

"Look What This World Did To Us." The command is rhetorical. You're already aware of the echo, the generational discontent and alienation, the whispered and denied calls for absolution. No need to look around, just check your bank account and sigh-or echo Biggie and scream, "fuck the world." 

Or melt into the couch and absorb Red Pill's debut for Mello Music Group-a novel disguised as an album, a surly hymn from poisoned lungs. It's a confirmation of what John Cage once declared: "all great art is a form of complaint." 

Or maybe the better comparison is Bukowski, memorializing the "broken factory windows of emptiness." That makes more sense in Ferndale, Michigan where Red Pill calls home. After college graduation, "Leonard Letdown" started working at a machine shop. A temporary gig turned into a labor daze. The dream of converting music into rent money seemed more elusive by the day. 

Depression compounded. The empty packs of cigarettes turned into cellophane towers. The whiskey mixed with an absence of hope. This album is a signal flare, an escape route, and catharsis. This isn't just hip-hop, this is an attempt to distill the disillusion and cure the hangover. It's both a brilliant mission statement and a jazzy funeral for what was promised but never delivered. 

This is for those who played by the rules only to discover that the game was rigged. This is a toast for those entering their late 20s and still acting like adolescents. It's an anti-Valentine to marriage and mortgages. It offers empathy for those buried under student loan and credit card debt, but who refuse to sink. Even if the smoke rings appear like nooses, this is an artful rebuttal to the nihilism. 

Your favorite song will be determined by what theme you relate to most. Look What This World Did To Us is in league with the best of early Atmosphere or Open Mike Eagle's Dark Comedy, a modern hustle of machinery and migraines. A commemoration of going a quarter century without a foundation and an acknowledgement of the nerves that accompany a future built atop fault lines. These are the late night conversations you have with your friends. The idle nights and empty bottles, the hard questions that come after you realize the world might not be yours.

Red Pill - Blues (prod.  Dayggs & Reed Eller)

www.dylanhansen47.com
OPEN YOUR MIND.

-47-

Rari ft. k$ & Yung Shibby (Prod. JAKE$AND)

toothyProduction By Josh Grant 
Sick ass Piano Solo by Drew Mantia

LYRICS

 
staring at her fat tushy while i ash goodie 
said i couldn't feel my heart still
callin names and claim i get mad pussy
what? like i'm garfield 
lost drive like i didn't pay the car bill
i was too busy boozin in the bar till 3
low life livin like carpe di
um...
toss her like a RKG at a tank 
throw another g in the bank 
roll another g in the b only known to blaze tree if its dank  
like peas in a pod 
rub her down like i season a steak 
sizzle like grease in a pot 
know i like it pink in the middle 
know she like to tease me alittle 
keep it on point pg with the dribble
claiming i'm a dog she feeds me the kibble 
couldn't pin me with the take down
watch my figure four done with the cake now 
chillin had to learn to do my name proud 
getting rap money off paypal check it 
im riffing it wealth is like woman forever been passing me by
this infinite love in my rhythm i fumble a bit but i never have felt more alive
and there's nothing 
 
nothing that i love more 
nothing that i love more 
nothing that i love more than this  
 
feeling like a million mc doubles that's money fam 
teddy bear honey graham looks so your honey grabs looks 
from afar tho I'm far from a hunnid grand 
bars so sweet she get a bite like a fan who raps
your mind or your legs around could you handle that 
Burning records and candle wax 
this was a planned attack never really do the norm 
on the beat like a cop in their uniform 
unify divide well you decide dude i'm on peace
when it come to the flow just assume its on fleek 
childish vernacular 
grind like a sub till deposits spectacular 
throw grass in a bong spill game and she tagging along 
fat ass in a thong get her Dracula on 
nothing average at all about my boo with the neck 
imma cash in my check hit the stu in a sec 
 
nothing that i love more 
nothing that i love more 
nothing that i love more than this

Love Freeverse

Production By Josh Grant

LYRICS

Butt Dial:
Give me a single good reason for leaving
I called you my queen but i was a pawn
Upon your arrival i wasn't alarmed
Told me you loved me but that was a con
Pro with deception that lesson i slept
Gone with affection like less than a peck
On the cheek  in a week it was on to the next
Told me your done over text
I was like give me a week
sorry i needed to vent
Josh had just sent me some beats
Needed to get back on my feet
Why don't you study for tests?
Baby we're both under stress
Maybe i was overzealous
Told me that dude treat you better
That was just to make me jealous
Stomp out that picture of us
Cheers to not giving a fuck
Missing your touch 
but you're a cadaver
Punctured my spine with a dagger
None of it matter
Rag tagged and tattered
Feet dragged on concrete bag under eye
Thick in the thighs i would capitalize
Now another is tapping that prize i coveted 
Temp of an in use oven
my temper fused with a sharp moody plummet
Catch me in the depths if you care
Contemplating death and despair
Travel the ends of the earth
When you cursed me
Hot and cold Middle finger and a curtsy
Lock and load with no mercy
Mercy me
How cold could person be
forget it
Hit me up you could get it

Autopilot:
eyelids heavy 
on the opposite of silent 
clouds parallel no pilot 
the henny in my system made me violent 
fuel tank been through the mileage 
Aircraft stable as my last tape 
Path lost couldn't get the map straight
Style when i scribble with a stylus 
I tossed the formula 
then i brought out the orchestra 
Hangover cause a lot of turbulence 
676 miles from florida 
still no pilot baggins beat like im bilbo cottage 
stackin cheese cause i still know cottage 
work like i keep the steal toe polished 
Through the motions  

autopilot on autopilot on autopilot
autopilot on autopilot on autopilot

since we all die someday
already on autopilot when im on the runway
sabbath with the black out but its rarely on a Sunday's best 
on a one way jetting to a young grave death 
off a pill or two
xanax help conceal the true colors 
of a villain do numbers on her heart on her heart yeah
Keep your seatbelt fasten for depart for departure 
start to call her baby when struck by the baby archer 
fluent in the art the autonomous 
Conscience thought is ominous 
Consequence dire 
Cock pit of my stomach feel the bottomless fire 
get doused with a ounce and a pint and a pint and a pint 
Misfire

Butt Dial/Auto Pilot

Sleep (Prod. By Dylan Hansen)

Buy 'MTC (Radio Edit)' from iTunes - http://itunes.apple.com/au/album/mtc/id500173661?i=500173662

Buy 'MTC (Radio Edit)' from Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Mtc/dp/B0075CQA3M

Buy 'MTC (DJ Edit)' from BeatPort - http://www.beatport.com/release/mtc/907089

S3RL - https://s3rl.link

LYRICS

Oh ooh oh ooh I,
Want a Hentai,
Girl for me.
To make me happy.

I want her so I can,
Stop using my hand,
Every single day,
While watching anime.

I'd pull her from my screen,
Just like in my dreams.
I wanna feel her touch,
Mainly on my crotch.

I want my own hentai girl,
And she would sing.


Lalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala.

Lalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala.

Masturbate to cartoons.

MTC - S3RL

Atticuhz x Hideandseekzoo x R3xwonders - I see I see

for all you sexy people.

www.dylanhansen47.com
OPEN YOUR MIND.

-47-

Sexy

IDKY (feat. Nunes) [Prod. Apollo Young]

Mary Jane (feat. illmattic)

Now $he Rollin (feat. 2 Klip Kane) prod.treehouse

if you met me, I probably didnt tell you I make music. 
Features and Bookings: will.is.chillin@gmail.com

Butt Dial/Auto Pilot

Will is Chillin'

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