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released September 22, 2016

Drums written and performed by Dallas Quick
Bass written and performed by Shaun Quick
Guitar written and performed by Ricardo Quintanilla
Vocals & Lyrics written and performed by Jonah Falk

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Elan Wright and Nima Skeemz at the Ruby Room in Seattle, WA. Drums Recorded at Robert Lang Studio in Seattle, WA.

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Track Name: Introduction

Verse 1
It's like you don't know what your word’s worth
Half an inning then you change shirt
Wearing different hats
All you do is bat
It's clear you're just looking for the stats
What the fuck is that
Watching from the stands
You avoid our eyes
You just take us on a goose chase around the baselines
You fill us up with hope
But we're feeling every strike
Got the seeds but you don't plant em
Spit ‘em to the side
So much on your plate
Scared that you might suffocate
Leave us in the dust
Losing trust ‘cause it's kinda fake
Don't care what you bust
Looking for the perfect pitch
All you want are hits
In your lust for the music biz

Chorus 1
Fuck an introduction, let’s get into something
Come on, come on, let’s get into something (x4)

Chorus 2
If you’re making art you got to put in work
And if you feel their art then show ‘em what it’s worth
A lot of artists scared to be themselves
So they try to match what they got on the shelves
Everybody wants the mic but has nothing to say
And there’s a lot to sift through so be careful what you play
If you love your art you got to make it work
And if you feel their art then show ‘em what it’s worth

Verse 2
Hard to talk with you
We're stuck in formality
Properly ignoring casualties
Killing me passively I got
Something to share with you
But will you spit it back at me
Seen many attempts end in catastrophe
So many have tried for you
But few of 'em succeed
Give it less than a minute
And then they fall out of your scene
I'd love to try and top that
Push on and never drop back
But it's hard when I might only get fifteen minutes of eye contact
Don't lust over your attention
But I hope it's me you mention
Not interested in messing around
Just true connection
I'm sitting upset and
Obsessing over text and
You're seeing right through each line
That I'm hoping to impress you with
But hold on a minute, now I'm starting to process
You'd only like this if your friends would, be honest
Wrote you all these letters
You don’t read 'em, that’s the hardest
But if no one hears the art, is there an artist?

Verse 3
So many rapping for the sport of it
Same bit I’m getting bored of it
You sound different
Than when you were recording it
Write about important shit
But when it's critical, they won’t hear a syllable
Ostracized if we talk about something
Problem is, everything’s political
No wonder artists still talking about nothing
And I love boosting and battles
And coast beefs and dope scenes
And most beats with samples
From toasting on breaks
To complex and poetic
Just hope you don’t think
It’s heartache and athletics
Track Name: Dichotomy

If you can’t see what I can see
Then you must have some faith in me
Like my faith in you but you’re faking me
Now I brace myself for this make believe
Every time I leave, go downtown
Singing to myself want ‘em to hear me real loud
And they give me weird looks but I hold my ground
Sometime soon they might know my sound
If you can’t see what I can be
Then I’ll just let it breathe
Rather be your mystery
And I’m stuck in the dichotomy
Of I don’t need you unless you love me
Either you’re evil or you’re lovely

Verse 1
Good intentions pave the road to devil’s kitchens
And angels are figments of our imaginations fascinations
With fabrications and bad relations lead to past engagements
Til I finally pull over and stop back to the basics
Looking for love in all the wrong places
House shows, bars, clubs, taken or wasted, ironic
The synonym for inebriated
The highs and lows of the matrix
Searching for homeostasis
I’m open, I’m incomplete
Soft spoken, often listen before I speak
Not broken, just missing a piece of me
I’m a producer trying to fill these voids through my artistry
Let it pump pump pump through my arteries
I want to feel it all, that can make it hard for me
But sensitivity is a strength despite what ya’ll believe
I fill my art with my heart in its sleeve

Verse 2
At the party scene I’m partly seen and part of me
Is pardoning this problematic whack shit right in front of me
All this bartering and bar tending
Will probably bring disheartening
But at the moment it’s feeling a bit more promising
I don’t feel when I indulge
I suppose that I could pose
A question to these opposites
With all this liquid competence
Before I know what the problem is
Ignoring consequence like college kids
What you want to get? Yeah I’m offering
Easy to crack coronas, hide behind personas
But it all falls down ‘cause Jonah’s a madrona
Scared to do it now I don’t know if I can control the
Emptiness tomorrow in the sorrow of the sober
I looked up to them wanted to be ‘em when I’m older
But too many role models caught up in the supernova
That’s why half the time you see this water on my coaster
But if friends are here they’ll probably win me over
Track Name: Ethics

I want my time spent to reflect my ethics
When mine isn’t it’s internal dialectics
My mind’s sick of all the matrix and metrics
Hold on I need a second

Verse 1
Need to organize and re-prioritize where morals lie
I don't like this speed of life, it's glorified
It'll sneak up on you ‘cause it's subtle and leave you horrified
So far from what you love, cog in the wheel, caught up in the motions right?
Lost lots in the compromise thoughts rot in the opportunity cost
Immunity not possible when it comes to time
I don't really like how I spend mine
But don't really fight to defend my
Minutes, wishing I had thirds on my seconds
But first go forth and replenish
Wish we would do less and we would do better

Verse 2
Let me take a breath in
Think about how I am living
If I do less here can I do more in my other sections
Shed the skin until I'm head, heart, and gut feeling
Blood, sweat, tears, love, laugh, cry, lose for winning
And when I'm sleep walking across campus I know the difference
Nightmares feel close and dreams feel so distant
Just a number of hours, it’s simple mathematics
Like Mos said infamously in one of his classics
I would follow suit but music is so attractive
So I build my own, funny you call that distracted

Verse 3
But I live by my pocket calendar
Filling every hour, I wish caliber
Was measured by their depth
And how they were
Rather than how many things
I can scrape by on
Feeling behind in all my obligations
Feels like time wasted, make haste when
I'm drowning in this ocean, going through motions
Time to reflect on my motives and take control of
My life and make time for what's important
Instead of ignoring to meet quorum I need more of
Family and friends, promises I swore 'em
And this music, make these songs and finally record 'em
This is what I think about when I'm booking acts and not performing
This is how I feel when I'm writing essays and not writing raps
It’s time that I'm not ever getting back
Track Name: Eudaemonia

Verse 1
These are the times that remind me what the realness is
The kinda feeling that we had when we were little kids
Time flies in the fundamental instances
Now everybody all up in each other’s businesses
Take me back to the times of the sentiment
I just want to zone in my element
And experiment to experience
I’m just a kid trying to put together sentences

Five steps ahead of me
I breathe heavily
Fly to the melody
Why? It’s a necessity
Life speed killing me
Time to think critically
So I can speak every line
In the enemy’s eye
To the end of me
I to the S and we
Try to develop the
Vibe so you feel the beat
High off the energy
Why give me any advice
When it’s every time
We perpetually rise

Verse 2
I get lost in the hustle and bustle
The muscle of the operation without consideration of the
Paradigm that I’m feeding
Need to be cognizant
Cog in the wheel man
That’s what the problem is
Wish we would do less and we would do better
Sometimes I can’t even function
Let’s get into something
We don’t have time to watch
With our ETHICS in mind I thought that
We were free spirits
But we’re blinded by the light switch
White kids, different experience
We can turn it off
So complacent
Still claim that you’re not racist
But turn to oppressed people for explanation
The DICHOTOMY, I’m trying to be as strong as I can be
And I don’t need you unless you love me
Shed the skin, faith battling phobia
Fight the current, swimming the oceans to EUDAEMONIA