Freespace Mixtape Vol. 1

by Vincy & the Prototyke Lab

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Same Words 04:45
They say I don’t belong I have got no words to prove that they’re wrong The songbirds here don’t hum The ancient tunes of ruin lands where I’m from The grass will always be a different shade of green Not better nor worse just different Like the god we used to pray to in the darkest night No matter who he is, as long he’d shed some light I’ve been muttering the same words, I’m sorry I’ve been muttering the same words could you hear me With no love to my name only tears of shame Choking back the words I could have used to speak with, clearly I’ve been muttering the same words but Would you listen to my pleas My tongue is split between The spices and the dust from the cities where I’ve been My lungs are filled with air Dirty or clean no one cares if I’m still breathing The air will always be a different density Not friendly nor hostile just different Like the food we used to lay out on our table As long as we’re together, we’ll call our lives stable
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Fishnet thighs Drifting in the sky of stale gray High as a kite Strung by dirty lingerie Blanket fort Makeshift bed on hardwood floors The bright stage lights That curtain life she can’t afford A little higher, lift her up a little higher A little tighter, pull her corset a little tighter Her skin’s hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash Mad dash for the fat stash (She’s on the fast track) Unheated home, rehearsing monologues alone Latin honor on the corner wall but Flesh and bones, they will pay her loans Lashes glued Heels on but nothing from her usuals Prada suits Would any of these men buy a twenty-dollar lap dance Smokey club Lime on tequila, bottoms up She can’t buy love but All she wants is some gas station donuts Glasses cleared Her private education They admire This conversation A little tired This situation A little dire Her skin’s hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash Mad dash for the fat stash (She’s on the fast track) Unheated home, rehearsing monologues alone Latin honor on the corner wall but Flesh and bones, they will pay her loans Her skin’s hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash Mad dash for the fat stash (She’s on the fast track) Hunting zone, navigating dark nights on her own On her crack-screen phone Go and take the first train home

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released September 9, 2017

Producer - Kung Chi Shing, Michelle Rocha

Recorded at Studio M3Js, Avon Recording Studios, AYM Studio

Engineer - Anthony Yeung
Recording Engineer - Na-san@Studio M3Js, Ming Lee@Avon Recording Studios, Jacklam Ho@AYM Studio
Mixing and Mastering - Anthony Yeung

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