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1. |
Dad's Porsche's
05:19
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Ry - Dads Porsches
Verse I:
The dream is always the same/
In my room, I jet set for days/
I arrived no set time or place/
Its no lie, guess I'm inspired by, the chase/
Press play, let things take their place, don't/
Over think in extensive ways, though/
My man kurt, said burn out than fade slow/
I overheard, a friend say I ain't dope/
Crucified, but I took it an run/
Most guys play shows but they do it for fun/
I'm trying to do it so I say look what I've become/
Not a bitter old man saying I could of been one/
My persuit for perspective/
If you're a true fan, then you'll tell dudes check this/
I think out every move like a chess piece/
Eyes on the sky, Coachella on the checklist/
So until I get that thing ticked off/
...I guess I'll have these older dudes ticked off?/
It was written on the wall of the city hall/
A good friend never leaves with a missed call/
Talk about dreams, maybe how I chose them/
Starting to believe that, maybe I was chosen/
Inspired by art and the moment/
Hard to achieve, but respect your opponent/
And whatever surrounds/
I could numb it with a drink maybe settle some rounds/
Lost boys on the chase, no parents around/
I guess I'm unfazed by, what they say to me now/
Chorus:
Lost souls, we ain't feel that important/
Few people ever sold me to the point of endorsement/
Took everything I learnt, now press fast forward/
I be in a studio making something that's awesome/
Growing up in the city of orphans/
Making fun of rich kids, sitting in dads porches/
Middle finger to the sky, as we're skateboarding/
And we're trying to survive, from this mundane boredom/
Chorus:
But you know I been/
Know where I been/
But you won't find me/
You won't find me/
(Repeat x 4)
But you won't find me/
Verse II:
Rare nights, from the outside looking in/
Rare nikes, they're like damn Ry look at him/
Flare lights, in this city of sin/
Shine bright as these cars drive right up the strip/
Something about rims, on a high class Benz/
With Double Tint, make her wanna go and jump right in/
It's like 4am, all good things end/
As she leaves on my sheets one lipstick print/
Sunroof peeling as I'm steering through my dreams/
Running from the law and we're stealing everything/
Pedal to floor, doors drop to our knees/
We ain't running out of speed, she is everything i breathe/
My hair long, I been gone a few months/
Been knocked down, I dust off, I'm back up/
Fascinated by true lies, they speak of/
I take mine, It's too late, your times up/
(Chorus)
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2. |
Gourmet
03:34
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Ry - Gourmet
You ain't another one, there ain't no other one/
I should of known you were Tupac, troublesome/
96', in your black Bulls singlet/
Fuck these other bitches girl, you got all my interest/
No win streak, but, you can join my team, and/
We can be a duo like, Magic and Kareem/
Winning all these rings, you're my M-V-P/
Love it when you 'Let 'em have it' in your Big L Tee/
Love the way you dress, and I really dig your steez/
I don't hand them out for free, but here's one of my tees/
This party's kinda boring lets just walk around the streets/
These other boys are flees, almost like a different breed/
These bitches on their knees for me to hug em/
But they ain't close to you, i don't care when I shrug em/
In you're jeans pretending like, you don't see me buggin'/
Girl you're the fucking truth, looking hotter than an oven/
Chorus:
We be going like this and this all day/
I see jaws that be dropping when you walk my way/
And I got what you need thats my forte'/
We be cooking up a storm, that's so gourmet/
In your ride, with your friends screaming out girl this my jam/
Saying please biggie biggie give me one more chance/
So we can walk the city I ain't got no plans, and/
Now you got me thinking how is life so grand?/
Verse II:
You ain't no fan girl, I be like damn girl/
I'm your stan, know you got me in stand still/
They be lining up, but maybe we should act real/
Presents that they'd buy you now, just becoming land fill/
All black jeans and old band tees/
You be cooler than the breeze that's some cold as steeze/
These guys hollering like, old banshees/
Somebody tell these peeps, can they fall back please?/
Commenting online, I know some of it's envy/
You ain't bitching all the time like some of your friends be/
I been making songs that put girls in a frenzy, but/
You don't even sweat, cos you're spending it with me/
Staring at your body in your Roshes/
Tempted by the apple, ain't no mother fucking toffee/
I'm mean rap's cool but, you're my favourite topic/
And all my homies ride but, they know you got shotty, damn straight/
(Chorus x 1)
Bridge:
So Break it down for me, break it down/
You know my steeze, you know that i'll be around girl/
You put it down like no other that I found/
You know all I want is.../
(Chorus x 1)
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3. |
Galleria
04:28
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Ry - Galleria
Verse 1:
Round and round I been up for days/
Writing sounds that open lanes/
Raise the bar, set higher stakes/
I'm novacane, to these nova lames/
People wanna say Ry's an acquired taste/
While they going outta style like expiry dates, so/
Till I see Grammys in a trophy case/
And my boarding pass, reads Saint-Tropez/
Who the fuck else here wearing Alex wang?/
That's not to brag, let me show my taste/
They can't relate, that's crazy talk/
Lets get it straight, I'm crazy y'all/
I'm so insane, got my own asylum/
Talk about greats, I'm right behind em/
I don't wanna pump brakes, till I'm right beside 'em/
Accelerate, till the cities Ryan's/
Till I'm shitting diamonds/
No new friends, I sit in private/
10+ years I been at it grinding/
I ain't even tired, still at it smiling/
When I hear their verse, I'm uninspired/
But In my universe, there's no surviving/
Jumping out the cake like bad surprises/
I'm killing shit, moment of silence/
Chorus (Shortened):
So you know I gotta get it tonight/
Put this in a galleria tonight/
You know losing ain't no option/
I refuse to be forgotten tonight/
So you know I gotta get it tonight/
Verse II:
Innovate, till they can't ignore/
Figure 8, kids back for more/
I'm in a state, my mind was bored/
So I made a lane, where i perform/
I'm Louie Kang to these 'Street Fighters'/
Kryptonite, till they sit in silence/
Hypocrites, spitting false rhyming/
While I'm crucified, for being Ryan/
Get buck wild, this cities ours/
Fuck trends, you sold out/
Got my own brand, my own sound/
Generic Derrick, sit the fuck down/
Go not fangs, they all bark/
We're different leagues, change ball parks/
I'm propane, to these false starters/
Got no veins, I'm cold hearted/uh/
I'm a cold bastard/
But on Pluto I'm a cold martian/
I'm eating dawg, but I rap starving/
They retire more, than John Farnham/
And I'm speeding past em/
Writing bars, while I'm 9 til' fivin', look/
I ain't ever stopping till they google Ry/
And they be booking me for shows in the Guggenheim/
Chorus (Extended):
Galleria chorus:
So you know I gotta get it tonight/
Put this in a galleria tonight/
You know losing ain't no option/
I refuse to be forgotten/
So you know I gotta get it tonight/
Tonight, tonight/
Tonighhhht/ tonight/
Tonight, tonight/
Tonighhhht/ tonight/
Tonight, tonight/
Tonighhhht/ tonight/
Tonight, tonight/
Tonighhhht/ tonight, tonight/
Verse III:
Which critic wants it?!/
The day I quit, my cities lost it/
You be in the club, just sitting dormant/
Couldn't say the last time, I stopped recording/
I posterise these poster boys/
Poltergeist, to these poser boys/
Get pulverised, the way I'm poised/
They're polarized, my potent voice/
Young kid with his hand on the trigger/
Be scared for the summer and prepared for the winter/
And I got a fucking temper you should never think I'm frontin'/
With a million fuckin' hits go see what I'm becomin' huh?/
What?!/ Did I mother fucking stutter?!/
Me and Ham going ham that's word to my mother/
Cinematic song you could put it in a theatre/
With a rap so good, it be in a galleria/
(Chorus Extended x 1)
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4. |
Hold On (Interlude)
02:02
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Ry - Hold On (Interlude)
Verse:
I guess it's time for me to make a statement/
Driving over state lines without no registration/
Manager on the phone telling me to stay patient/
I'm looking at my calendar with every fucking date vacant/
Hold on, text message/
More favours from people I barely spoke to/
More demons in me than most youths, done more at my age than most do/
How can I turn back I burnt every bridge and boat too?/
But what I'm making is an art peice/
My success is within an arms reach/
Me and Hamley on the phone arguing about a drum beat/
Sometimes I really question if his passion almost harms me?/
I be writing as long as I got a heart beat/
Yeah, I be writing till I can't breath/
I'd by lying if I never begged for them to sign me/
But labels are misplacing what I send them like some car keys/
I'm not sweating I know Nevada will come/
Till then we play Nirvana and get comfortably numb/
Just Listen to Kurt's words as I'm writing this verse/
Swerving through these back streets that irresponsibly dumb/
Just take a deep breathe, take a deep breathe/
Let the cold air seep down to the back of your lungs/
We can sit on this porch tonight let the rest get drunk/
And wake up feeling fresh tomorrow to work ourselves up out of slum/
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5. |
Star Time / We Want Ry
04:30
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Ry - Star Time / We Want Ry
Verse I:
It's 5 minutes till I'm on, I ain't talking show time/
Lift off, I'm a giant leap for mankind/
All up in your airwaves, I don't need a co-sign/
Strongest kid alive I'm, barely even 5'9"/
At my 9,5 / picturing the show sign/
At Apollo Hall, I wont ever see a break light/
And If I'm the new wave, consider me a great white/
Ry is no joke, he is something you don't take light/
Flight to the moon, thats my final frontier/
Sitting in my room, all my friends say I'm weird/
I'm a lost comet, so they comment on my gear/
I just try to keep it honest, 'cos thats the way it is/
Word to these kids, telling people what it is/
Turn my status online, and they treat me like a prince/
Heard, on the grapevine I'm, busy with some things/
So, in the meantime, consider, this a gift - Call it Star Time/
(Chorus)
Somebody said it's Star Time?!/
So I guess we better start, right?!/
Somebody said it's Star Time?!/
So I guess we better start, right?!/
Verse II:
From the second HAMLEY loops it, I could ruin careers/
I don't set out to do it, but it is what it is/
It's like damn, I'm trying to be the best in the biz/
So are you in it for friends, or are you trying to win?/
I want champion rings, the most in the business/
I'll put them on my toes, if I run out of fingers/
And every avenue they try to block and defeat us/
Do you know that's throwing fire, at the rise of the Phoenix?/
In other words, you should believe me it's useless/
And channel all that hate into some different uses/
Like the fact you're over 30 and you look a bit stupid/
I refuse to be you're age and still fixing computers/
The names Ry but lately its Reezus/
I can't wait for you to hear this fucking album, it's genius/
I'm taking off the afternoon, preparing my speeches/
Where I read the names of everyone who never believed us/
(Chorus x 1)
Verse III (We Want Ry)
Excuse this brief moment of real ness, please/
Excuse the noise ya boys back in the building/
They told me not speak and vow never to do this, but/
These rappers make me laugh like a reel full of bloopers/
They ain't in my orbit, I am rap without borders/
It's me and my choruses, cos all of em awesome/
Hide in the forest, start constructing a fortress/
When I'm bending words, like some sort of contortionist/
The fact that I kill em, you should stash and conceal him/
It ain't just catchy acrobatics, what I'm rapping is real ness/
Even back packers hate my rap but they feel this/
I ain't taking days off, I leave that to the Buellers/
They say I'm a nuisance, BUT - I guess if the shoe fits/
For now I'll run with it, cos - that's where the fuel is/
Man they be furious, I'm just curious, usually/
Why the fuck you listening, if you ain't find it amusing?/Uh/
They're really sucking or seriously lacking something/
I stuffed up enough to know I'm seriously onto something/
So when you hear a song thats Ry with Hamley Production/
Ain't nothing left for discussion, I kill and combust them/
It's, star time get your bars right, sucker/
I'm the man on the moon, with moon boots that'll stomp ya/
I command and I conquer, here's a double entendre/
I'm as bad as 'Puff' and B.I.G, don't make me go ''Diddy' Kong' ya/
They said I can't rap, that just make me go longer/
You be dancing with a Wolf, and that's no Kevin Costner/
I swoop like a vulture, at the top I'm alone/
My girl trippin' cos these women waiting after my shows/
I swear to god I don't know em, I swear that's honest to god/
Yeah I know it's a problem, but real problems it's not/
Remember I was writing verses, while working this job/
We probably struggle with rent, if I be shrugging em off/
I quit writing to brag, started writing to thank/
Appreciate all my fans, I got more rhymes in the tank/
So put your hands to the stars, like you're trying to pray/
'Cos t his musics a godsend, they be screaming my name, like/
(We want Ry)
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6. |
Empty Tank
04:00
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Ry - Empty Petrol Tank
Verse 1:
Flying round in this brick pile/
No speed limit, no speed dial/
My wind screen with this dirt grime/
But you a nerd right, if you ain't heard Ry/
These flat tyres, hit asphalt/
On highways, no back roads/
Our plan to shine, won't last long/
In the grand scheme, our last hope/
Yeah, and I'm so close/
So damn close, it hurts to hope/
Like the trust that I got in this pipe dreams/
I gotta donate off these dirt roads/
So I speed off, our crusade/
No common sense, no fuel gage/
These wheels roll, and that feels safe/
To our destination, accelerate/ yeah/
Ry - Empty Petrol Tank
Verse 1:
Flying round in this brick pile/
No speed limit, no speed dial/
My wind screen with this dirt grime/
But you a nerd right, if you ain't heard ry/
These flat tyres, hit asphalt/
On highways, no back roads/
Our plan to shine, won't last long/
In the grand scheme, our last hope/
Yeah, and I'm so close/
So damn close, it hurts to hope/
Like the trust that I got in this pipe dreams, I gotta donate off these dirt roads/
So I speed off, our crusade/
No common sense, no fuel gage/
These wheels roll, and that feels safe/
To our destination, accelerate/ yeah/
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City lights over 3-10/
My home town with an 8 on the end/
Holding on by a single thread/
Cos these fucking jobs ain't paying debt/
We're burnt out, we burn fuel/
Running on fumes they amounted us to/
Notions of us so pre-conceived/
Had it all figured out before we could achieve/
Confused nation, my generation/
On the web with our conversations/
Our slowing it down is just too fast/
We're growing up quick no respect for the past/
We're burning our books and sleeping in class/
Google some thing's, it's too easy to pass/
Take a few things and for weeks it could last/
No ones listening so we need them to laugh/ f'real/
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Pre-Chorus:
And lately I just know that I feel/
Reckless driving with no hands on my wheel/
They tell me money isn't everything/
Cruising with an empty petrol tank/
These people always stay the same/
I know they will never change/
I think we should run away/
I swear to god it ain't no phase/
Chorus:
Ride around at full speed/
Ain't slowing down, for a single thing/
Our four tyres look worn down/
we're worn out but best believe we're on/
Yeah, We're On/
Ride around at full speed/
Ain't slowing down, for a single thing/
Our four tyres look worn down/
we're worn out but best believe we're on/
Yeah, We're On/
Verse II:
City lights over 3-10/
My home town with an 8 on the end/
Holding on by a single thread/
Cos these fucking jobs ain't paying debt/
We're burnt out, we burn fuel/
Running on fumes they amounted us to/
Notions of us so pre-conceived/
Had it all figured out before we could achieve/
Confused nation, my generation/
On the web with our conversations/
Our slowing it down is just too fast/
We're growing up quick no respect for the past/
We're burning our books and sleeping in class/
Google some thing's, it's too easy to pass/
Take a few things and for weeks it could last/
No ones listening so we need them to laugh/ for real/
(Pre-Chorus x 1)
(Chorus x 1)
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7. |
Apologies
03:53
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Ry - Apologies
Verse I:
You came up in conversation at the table/
Last night when I visited fam/
I tried to change the topic, but some of them persisted/
So then I just insisted that I don't give a damn/
You probably got a man, with a job, cute kids and a pram/
Meanwhile, I'm writing this while I'm riding the tram/
I ain't bitter, I just took this moment to try figure/
It all out or at least understand/
I know ended it bad, I guess I blame that on my age/
You could of been the one, I guess everything has it's way/
And now I like to wonder if you're happy or safe/
I'm not embarrassed or ashamed, I know you're thinking the same/
And everyday something reminds me of us?/
Not in a way that I miss you, it's just weird that is does/
I moved on and so did you with along with all of your stuff/
So I might genuinely ask, if we ever cross paths, whattup/
Chorus:
It’s been a while, why the fuck did you just walk right into my life/
And it’s kinda vital, hopefully you hear me out just one more time/
So if you let me speak my piece that’s all I ever want/
Apologies it’s not all good, I messed your mind right up/
Woah woah woah/
Woah woah woah woah woah woah/
Woah woah woah/
Woah woah woah woah woah woah/
Woah woah woah/
Verse 2:
You once called me when you were drunk/
Asking for the reasons why I tore us apart/
You said, who is she, what's her name and what makes her so much better/
Were the questions you proceeded to ask/
And I was with her at the time, so I chose to hang up/
But I wish we could have talked, I would have told you hold up/
It's only fair that we decipher all these demons apart/
And I brushed them all aside but they were deep in my heart/
I left you out of no where and broke up on the phone/
It's no excuse but I was younger and I just didn't know/
You are such a nice person, and truly don't deserve it/
Deep down I always felt like I'm the shittest of blokes/
Who knows, what could of been, I just felt that it wasn't/
And I guess the truth hurts, but I think we learn from it/
Spring cleaning the skeletons out of my closet/
You are more than fine without me, and I'm sorry, that's honest/ Whattup/
(Chorus x 1)
Verse 3:
I overheard you were dating someone with all this money, and they said you're engaged/
Oh/
I pretended it was nothing, but honestly was fronting/
Cos truthfully, I thought that was lame/
But why do I care? Was I ashamed? I should have thought it was cool/
And my opinion should be different if I found someone new/
And now I start to wonder and get kinda confused?/
As to why am I exactly writing songs about you?/
And that's where we cross paths while I'm walking to work/
You looked like you're in a rush, but I knew that you weren't/
Fair enough it's been a while since we last spoke words/
But there was something else there that I seemed to observe/
It was at that moment I was lower than dirt/
I smiled as I realised I got just what I deserved/
That you never had the time, to barely crack a smile/
On that guy you once loved, and abandoned you first/
That's when it hit me it was all in my head/
Karma's gonna have me left alone with all this regret/
Cos what you just did, was the perfect revenge/
This whole time you moved on without breaking a sweat/whattup/
Chorus (Alt):
It’s been a while, why the fuck did you just walk right into my life/
And it’s kinda vital, hopefully you hear me out just one more time/
So if you let me speak my piece that’s all I ever want/
Now I'm the one who's singing that you messed my mind right up/
Woah woah woah/
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8. |
Cruiser Man
02:51
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Ry - Cruiser Man
Intro Verse:
Nothings ever what it seems/
In this land of broken dreams/
Blessing all my enemies/
Smiling as they bury me/
So until that day it's You and I/
Let's put this thing in super drive/
Reckless when we're racing time/
Stuck inside this state of mind/
Yeah, I'm the cruiser man/
Cruising into open land/
They ain't been to where I am/
Yeah, I'm the cruiser man/
No more mr nice guy/
Forever be a lone wolf here for life time/
Ride around the streets underneath the night sky/
As the wheels screech overseen by skylines/Cruise/
Verse:
Tell me how long have I been at this/
Matter fact don't, tell just consider the factors/
Opening a book from the closing chapters/
Check my catalogue, go from it backwards/
So I drink one fifth of this vodka/
And pray I don't sink in this cities structure/
You don't get friends when you plan to conquer/
A luxury the gods ain't willing to offer/
So I, ball in another league/
They can say what they want, it don't bother me/
I'm taking my stake, its a daylight robbery/
Aiming for a place in the great white lottery/
I learnt people love it when you fall down/
When you get back up, they be running with their arms out/
Expecting me to slow when I'm out here coasting/
I'm about to blow so expect explosions/
I ain't done/
Running this shit like an iron lung/
Only rap kid making titans run/
Got a few loose screws I don't tighten up/
I ain't ever gonna stop till my times come/
Part Malay kid sipping Irish rum/
Wanna talk about friends, I don't see them much/
Wanna talk about pressure but I'm so damn clutch/
On my own two, never had no crutch/
Hungry as a mother fucker never had no lunch/
That's one project every eight months/
So I'll see you all next when that time comes/
I'm on a different planet, got a different flow/
In a different league, with a different boat/
I'm a tidal wave, you're a total no/
I'm a real iceberg, better take things slow/
In the midnight hour, when the lights dim low/
Play this shit loud, while you cruise on home/
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Ryland Rose Melbourne, Australia
Hi, I'm Ryland Rose.
Real name Ryan.
Previously released music under 'Ry'.
Thanks for checking in and supporting me through Bandcamp :)
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