Semeria

Got Yo Baby Mama in the Club ft. ReeBaby by Semeria

LOML (Love of My Life) by Semeria

pause by Semeria

NEW SEME by Semeria

TODAY! by Semeria

The Callisto Step ft. ScorpioVision by Semeria

Not 4 Sale by Semeria

Who’s still putting holes in Callisto? Can’t let nothing stop us now and this ain’t nothing My love sits you down, that stands for something The way you leave ya body when we fucking All in yo head, all in yo soul All of those bumps, curling your toes How does it feel? How does it feel? What do you like? We trick ourselves into free will If I tell you go now you’d stay still If what it takes is to raise hell Are you sure you will go down with me Go down with me All in yo head, all in yo soul All of those bumps, curling your toes How does it feel? How does it feel? What do you like? You get a little scary Taking on more than you carry All that baggage leave you burried I’m right behind ya Nothing that can shake me No reflecting, like what I see You can't breathe til you're free I’m right behind ya, baby A spiraling soul is worth the debris

Some people call me stubborn and lazy It’s only cus they can’t make me I been my own person since I was 3 Knew I couldn’t trust authority I still can’t trust a thing That’s why it’s hard to breathe Maybe I should’ve listened, listened to intuition Instead of listening to me All my haters be twice my age They wanna shut me down instead of show me the way The giants fall short and stomp on my parade That’s why I can’t give up, I can’t give up All my haters be twice my age They wanna shut me down instead of show me the way The giants fall short and stomp on my parade That’s why I can’t give up, I can’t give up Some people call me difficult and crazy It’s only cus they can’t take me I’ve tried every tone, ain't even violent If you can’t take the real then really you want me silenced It ain’t gon happen I speak my soul cus that’s what keeps me happy You wouldn’t understand that’s why you keep words to yourself I can’t afford to shrink, I shrunk enough for someone else All my haters be twice my age They wanna shut me down instead of show me the way The giants fall short and stomp on my parade That’s why I can’t give up, I can’t give up All my haters be twice my age They wanna shut me down instead of show me the way The giants fall short and stomp on my parade That’s why I can’t give up, I can’t give up Word to the future, don’t be like the past Raise the youth up, help them get there fast Word to the future, don’t be like the past Raise the youth up, help them get there fast Word to the future, don’t be like the past Raise the youth up, help them get there fast Word to the future, don’t be like the past Raise the youth up, help them get there fast So young, you think the worlds against ya Take a good look in the mirror, it’s you Sometimes it’s up to you

hw assignment: 1st project from ableton live 11

you'll dream about me everyday~

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.

who the fuck do you think you are? you dont know anything about life and yet, you wanna be in control sooooo bad. you wanna create your own reality. a universe where everybody knows your name and no one dares speak against it. you spent a lifetime living in your head and you think that makes you qualified to build a world of your own. do you crave space, or a universe that you can center? you dont just want to make art. you want to be the first to define art. you dream to create in a way that forces fools to call you a creator. the creator. like some kind of god.