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Wide Eyed Child

by July Quin

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1.
FOLLOW THRU 04:28
[Verse 1: July Quin] You don’t deserve my type of love lets cut the cord You always find something to say you insecure You got that kinda vibe that I just can’t support Why torture our souls when we could let it go? [Bridge] They said that you Would never make it close to where you are They wrong, you proved you strong We cleanse, we clear We commit to ourselves with no fear With no fear They don’t want none Every time a nigga tryin’ be Another nigga wanna start something But it’s all good cause I know where I’ma end up in the long run I’ma tell you like they told me, little home better boss up Little homie better boss up [Chorus: July Quin] We run the morrow Don’t fear the follow thru When you’re at an all low Better get up, better get up Tell em what you want from me What you want from me? Tell em what you want from me What you want from me? Tell em what you want from me Tell em what you want from me Tell em what you want from me What you want from me? Tell em what you want from me [Bridge] They said that you Would never make it close to where you are They wrong, you proved you strong We cleanse, we clear We commit to ourselves with no fear With no fear [Pre-Chorus: July Quin] They don’t want none Every time a nigga tryin’ be Another nigga wanna start something But it’s all good cause I know where I’ma end up in the long run I’ma tell you like they told me, little home better boss up Little homie better boss up [Chorus: July Quin] We run the morrow Don’t fear the follow thru When you’re at an all low Better get up, better get up Tell em what you want from me What you want from me? Tell em what you want from me [Verse 2: July Quin] All of my life I’ve bottled myself Bawled out my eyes and balled up my fist Niggas gon’ pay for all of that time they ordered my time But hoarded my checks In hindsight foresights all that I might Need as the keys for all of my drive I see the kingdom, all of my dreams are well within reach if I reach within me Gotta jab, jab, stick up to get my cash quicker Get off my ass, pick up the gas, the match lit up (I’m on fire) I’m the octane, the Wiz, gold boy gon’ blow up, Bronx made the kid I’m so fly gotta clear me, want to Cobain me I’m so ice cold so boy you can’t chill me And the visual concept is criminal content To kill with the wheel cause I’m steering the process [Bridge] They said that you Would never make it close to where you are They wrong, you proved you strong We cleanse, we clear We commit to ourselves with no fear With no fear [Pre-Chorus: July Quin] They don’t want none Every time a nigga tryin’ be Another nigga wanna start something But it’s all good cause I know where I’ma end up in the long run I’ma tell you like they told me, little home better boss up Little homie better boss up [Chorus: July Quin] We run the morrow Don’t fear the follow thru When you’re at an all low Better get up, better get up Tell em what you want from me
2.
LION HEART 03:48
[Intro: July Quin + Sample] Woo! Woo This is (yeah ’93 baby, Quinsum gimme some) A world (hallelujah, holla back) Premiere (one time for the drop) “—Shorty—Shorty—“ “—Yella—Yella—“ “—Soul—Soul—“ “—Like—Like to switch up—Like to switch up” [Chorus: July Quin] Heart was in the sky now I’m crashing Call up my demons say I’m fast in fall Hell is right below me in my path and Everything about it feels so natural Night feel like light when it flash me Right by my side like a fashion So it seem bright when they pass me Or when I pull up, pull up, pull up [Verse 1: July Quin] My, my, my virtue fell and I rose by sin Somehow I knew I’d get it all the way in Either by hook or crook I seal but wield my insecurities well It’s a jutsu, spell, tell me how do I look I’m trying to recapture the feeling of Dilla, bridging the wizard kid Five pillars, we cap peelers but middle fingers flip Krillin shit, I’m solar flaring but polar bearing, cold Bold enough to know I’d never feel a ceiling grip Now some niggas have to sell a brick, I just wanna celebrate Freedom is Pinocchio, the world can play ventriloquist Thriller like some zipper shit, BDSM We be the FM, the frequency, they keep us convinced That we the foolish group who grew ungrateful for the usual Lab rats to ‘em running circles like some hula hoops Trust me it behooves you, kill off the narrative See, life’s a marriage and it’s off by the funeral [Chorus: July Quin] Heart was in the sky now I’m crashing Call up my demons say I’m fast in fall Hell is right below me in my path and Everything about it feels so natural Night feel like light when it flash me Right by my side like a fashion So it seem bright when they pass me Or when I pull up, pull up, pull up [Verse 2: July Quin] Death is relentless, killed all my friendships Confess this best as I can attest It’s complex but selective, could you detect this Perplexed state of mind I inflect with I sense my words don’t have will Pockets don’t hold bills Life don’t know thrill, I wanna kill it off Cause in a world that was built to steer you off direction We don’t know chill we don’t Netflix, yeah So fuck a cold winter this a Dopinder Death cab for a cutie and she so precious I’ma make a killing, yeah I’ma go get it I know you heard things but you gon’ know different And if I’m owed money for some old business It’ gon’ come back double just like some old feelings I’m politicking with the relics in the heavens above They told me grip up on the elements and empty the slug [Outro: July Quin] La luz existe en la oscuridad por aquí El rey de la noche es liberara Un trono hecho especial, solo para el Él vendrá vivo por la noche, por la noche
3.
LAS NOCHES 04:36
[Chorus: July Quin] I never asked for this The fact that I’m alive is much to my surprise In fact it’s straight miraculous I feel that I’ma die by my demise Before I can find success Well I’ma fight my best Call up the devil tell em get on my level Then tell em get off my dick Get off my dick, get off my dick Tell em get off my dick Get off my dick, get off my dick Tell em get off my dick Get off my dick, get off my dick Tell em get off my dick Get off my dick [Pre-Verse: July Quin] Always awake in Las Noches My body don’t know resolution, save me I find it hard just to focus Losing my grip on the real life daily I must relinquish this hopeless Feeling that’s crept in my bones, come wake me I’m just a king of the broken Thorns in my roses [Verse: July Quin] Yeah but I got poise in the poison Though it’s nothing for your enjoyment If you could kill it off then I would say avoid it Cause when I hit a high I can still hear the voices Trauma ain’t a game get my pulse off the joystick That’s probably why I never bring my boys with Cause I float in the realm of the void-less And I know that the love bring the noise but My demons came for the party and now they loitering So tell me what you want, what you really, really want yeah Quit talking spicy, bet you still a buttercup yeah Me I’m Rowdyruff, Rowdyruff, Rowdyruff bitch I know that the energy I’m giving off you lust it I know that the remedies the death of the illustrious Life is a Swanton Bomb so they duck sick, sick Drip, drip old money rule the grip Nip tuck it cause nobody made a come up where I live, yup [Bridge: July Quin] What is it has you all worked up? How come you never time to spill what’s on your mind? Everybody here knows what’s up Why you missing your blessings? Haven’t you learned your lesson? When did this all get so dark? How come you wanna run so far? One day you’re gonna find your God One day it’s gonna be gone [Chorus: July Quin] I never asked for this The fact that I’m alive is much to my surprise In fact it’s straight miraculous I feel that I’ma die by my demise Before I can find success Well I’ma fight my best Call up the devil tell em get on my level Then tell em get off my dick Get off my dick, get off my dick Tell em get off my dick Get off my dick, get off my dick Tell em get off my dick Get off my dick, get off my dick Tell em get off my dick Get off my dick [Outro] Despite what you might have to say I’ma keep on dreaming I know I still believe it cause I’ll be up and away So fuck these demons I don’t need a reason to live Or to love Cause I know at the end of the day I’ma give it all that I got Despite what you might have to say, might have to say [Modified Chorus: July Quin] I never asked for this In fact it’s straight miraculous Before I can find success Well I’ma fight my best Call up the devil tell em get on my level Then tell em get off my dick
4.
[Intro: BuddhaFlip] Used to hate to talk about it I dipped my toes in it and walked around it Turning off the auto pilot Man in the mirror something’s different ‘bout him I nosedive in my fears now I got some closets in my home And if I’m ever gonna own it I’ma have to let these tears down The truth ain’t always pretty pictures [Pre-Chorus: July Quin] My body, is calling Out for something that’s true I’m yearning, I want it I hope that I find it in you Come on what’s your hurry? Forget about your worries fall We all came to party So everybody get involved [Chorus: July Quin] Back up in this bitch One time let a nigga stretch Pull up with your set Steady mobbing fuck do you expect? When it come to this I don’t stress Watch a nigga flex You know it You know it You ain’t got the class, you ain’t pass Homie you ain’t this Oh you too upset Oh you mad, oh you big and mad When it come to this I don’t stress Watch a nigga flex You know it You know it [Verse 1: July Quin] I was born to be a flirt and a mack but Only cause the city that I’m in Is rotten to the core for the bachelors And my daddy had a way with the drip Otherwise I do not chat chit I did not come to commit Only thing in life make me anxious Is when the reaper come to collect So I work it like a math test Instead of working a job Push sixteens to a graduate Cause I flunked high school I had dropped And I know one day it’ll catch up All this trauma of ours My homie said get your heart fixed But yo one thing at a time Cause what if all I think about is trying to get up out the boogie down fuck around I might not get another chance I’m a product of the riot starters, dope boy, block party posse It’s a manga when my art be on the fritz It’s far from a stretch cause you aim for the sky If you wanna be a God it’s an arm and a leg And a leg and an arm, and a head, bet I be screaming out Hovi home Might know Christ when I grow my hair out for the rodeo Like I’m Corleone, I don’t push weight but I might push tapes If you know you know It’s a life but I do suppose It could leave you on overload Have I reached my prime? Will I live my life? Did I spill my soul? [Pre-Chorus: July Quin + BuddhaFlip] My body (My body) is calling (Is calling) Out for something that’s true I’m yearning (I’m yearning) I want it (I want it) I hope that I find it in you Come on what’s your hurry? Forget about your worries fall We all came to party (We all came to party) So everybody get involved [Chorus: July Quin] Back up in this bitch One time let a nigga stretch Pull up with your set Steady mobbing fuck do you expect? When it come to this I don’t stress Watch a nigga flex You know it You know it You ain’t got the class, you ain’t pass Homie you ain’t this Oh you too upset Oh you mad, oh you big and mad When it come to this I don’t stress Watch a nigga flex You know it You know it [Verse 2: July Quin] Going for bliss Thru my ballistic ambitions, won't wither with fear or regrets Still I’m perplexed I must profess to the plethora of nonsense that gets in my head Killing myself Peeling the layers that make up the greatness, I cover it well Nobody knows, fuck it as long as I cook out the stove, touch down on road Somewhere along, if I’m alone, I guess its law I don’t wanna trip and someones involved I could do all of the bad on my own Stories I told to carry the weight Buried my faith and then chariots came, I swear it was fate It’s the coming of age for niggas with trauma from back in the days You know what I’m saying? I put in the work in when no one was paying Make sacrifices when nobody praying Kept it together when they tried to sway it Then got depressed and now they wanna weigh in? Way that I see it I’m fighting for freedom, my light and ideas, my rhyme and my reason Nothing facetious, life is a bitch so before I die I’ma cheat it Then I’ma re-up, ooo yeah what Fresh as a prince I’m bound by a will like I’m Nia, ooo yeah what They don’t want that, no they don’t wanna see me even, ooo yeah what All of the blessings I’ve fought for in life I’m receiving That’s just the wave, welcome to sea sick, nigga we be it, yeah [Outro: Zay Mason] Man, your mind state is all you got The moment you let them take that shit from you dawg It’s lights out Might as well keep em on right? You can’t let nobody alter your vision or alter your drive bro You got the steering wheel na'mean? It don’t make no sense Let’s go get them dollars
5.
[Chorus: July Quin + Will Shish + BuddhaFlip] I come around yeah, it’s all the usual You like to talk a big game that you ain’t used to That’s that attention Need something different Cause every time I holla back you mention Who you flexing on and talking down But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe You shitting on your best friend now, got less friends now But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe Circle getting strengthened nah your friends just lie But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe Selling me your best lit lie, your best friends slide But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe, a fuck about your vibe [Verse 1: July Quin] You ain’t gotta explain Nah, nah I get it You trying to do things but your Never full in the spirit And it’s hard to exchange when your Never willing to give in, yeah But you know if it was real if it was written When everything’s clicking for you Time to double up What you got or, what you need What you tripping over, what’s your favorite things? What you willing to give up all for your dreams? What you know? What you know? What you got or, what you need What you tripping over, what’s your favorite things? What you willing to give up all for your dreams? What you know? What you know? [Chorus: July Quin + Will Shish + BuddhaFlip] I come around yeah, it’s all the usual You like to talk a big game that you ain’t used to That’s that attention Need something different Cause every time I holla back you mention Who you flexing on and talking down But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe You shitting on your best friend now, got less friends now But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe Circle getting strengthened nah your friends just lie But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe Selling me your best lit lie, your best friends slide But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe, a fuck about your vibe [Verse 2: July Quin] This that pardon me, art of more I’m on a different clock so when you Speak of my peak you should watch it because your timing off Mind exhaust from catching vibes that I do not absorb You have a way bout your feelings that I do not endorse Clock in, clock out what you do for it? I’m Doc Brown on some future shit I take the guns out the fist when the jewels connect because the mic skill killer and the proof intact And my new shit my noose shit You can’t hang with me Plus your new shit that boo shit Watch em ghost Whoopi This that deuce less your engine fueled Learn to stick and move On my crew like the neck includes I can’t fuck with you Cause you regular you extra, you ain’t bringing bout no message I ain’t present, you ain’t gifted, you too shifty, you ain’t shit [Chorus: July Quin + Will Shish + BuddhaFlip] I come around yeah, it’s all the usual You like to talk a big game that you ain’t used to That’s that attention Need something different Cause every time I holla back you mention Who you flexing on and talking down But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe You shitting on your best friend now, got less friends now But I don’t give a fuck about that vibe Circle getting strengthened nah your friends just lie But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe Selling me your best lit lie, your best friends slide But I don’t give a fuck about your vibe, a fuck about your vibe [Outro: BuddhaFlip + July Quin] I come around, it’s all the usual You like to talk a big game you ain’t used to That’s that attention Need something different Cause every time I holla back you mention who You flexing on and talking down Best friends now, got less friends now
6.
CYCLES 03:54
[Chorus: July Quin] I gotta go I think I’ma get outta dodge cause you do the most And I’m so tired of getting involved I know that your working thru problems But I don’t wanna talk I need silence Sometimes you keep me outta pocket And that leaves me way too uninspired So I need to weigh other options Ever since the day I decided Hmmmmm, what love means to me So I’ma go I know I’ma get outta dodge cause you do the most And I’m tired of getting involved so I’ma go So I’ma go [Verse: July Quin] I got new demands I need new provisions Pro like New Japan I ain’t new to physics What we got is good But I do solicit We could split away hey, I ain’t superstitious Fuck what you mean to me That’s how it needs to be Leaving me, leisurely, or else it’s thievery Cause you see where I’m from It’s just me and me Over you and yours, so watch for what you say to me Night round knights on call Vigilance takes no sleep You Michael C. Hall Now I’m six feet deep I rush, I might crash Moving at breakneck speed You clock into the crib Then you clock into me Time will, time might tell At this point not sure Let’s get down to the root Let’s get down to the source Tear me, wear me apart Much as you run from your past Cycles ran the alarm I know things won’t last [Chorus: July Quin] I gotta go I think I’ma get outta dodge cause you do the most And I’m so tired of getting involved I know that your working thru problems But I don’t wanna talk I need silence Sometimes you keep me outta pocket And that leaves me way too uninspired So I need to weigh other options Ever since the day I decided Hmmmmm, what love means to me So I’ma go I know I’ma get outta dodge cause you do the most And I’m tired of getting involved so I’ma go So I’ma go
7.
THE MORNING 02:59
[Chorus: July Quin] Won't be denied No not tonight Nor the morning Out on the move Love on the loose Let us all in Some sound advice Don’t be surprised When it comes for you Comes for you Some sound advice Don’t be surprised When it comes for you Comes for you [Verse: July Quin] I’m a ’93 boogie boy Last few years living in noir Now I hit em with the Diddy bop Block hot full of Nitty Scotts Bathgate to the Concourse At the live arts, by large Then we hit a five star The way we living we gon’ die hard Cause trauma clap back like an encore Ugh, I’m sick, I’m in the motion The semi with me and it with the bullshit The verbs spit nigga that’s a word smith A murks-man, murder, murder, jerk, clench What the matter boy you pissed off? Pussy nigga put your fist up My dogs cold catch a frostbite Life’s a bitch, I don’t listen to no bitch bark Homie but you know this, I don’t do the pay back I pay it forward My ex chick texting me for closure So I sent her roses Cause you ain’t smell em when we clicked And you dead to me so get to decomposing Bitch you don’t know me Fuck off my name Everybody food and tonight is a buffet So I’ma grab a plate and give yo ass a forklift Nah this ain’t no record this a fiend with a dope hit, look Who you vibing, who you dying, who you riding with? Is it not as complicated? Is it not as serious? I know I was slacking off but now I’m not a risk Who you really loving deep without the politics? So I got you if you ever need Things said but they said with reasons I got some friends I don’t ever see So when they say it's worth it, bitch it better be [Chorus: July Quin] Won't be denied No not tonight Nor the morning Out on the move Love on the loose Let us all in Some sound advice Don’t be surprised When it comes for you Comes for you Some sound advice Don’t be surprised When it comes for you Comes for you
8.
[Pre-Chorus] This that pull up, pull up It’s a function with the homies From the floor up, tore up Got my number? Then come call me I might roll one, pour up Glass of wine or that OG I’m gon’ do what I want Don’t be acting like you know me I don’t do well, do well With that fake shit or that phony What’s the motive, modus, operandi, por la noche? You gon’ show up, show off, pop that pussy? Then come show me Ain’t no telling what we might get in This one’s for the fucking flip [Chorus: July Quin] Cause once I come up off this next shit You switch direction That’s fine by me but come correct They know the treasure where the X is They trying to flex shit From outta me pero por que? Come at me acting brand new See what it do (Brrrrt, Brrrt, Brrrt, Brrrt!) They know the treasure where the X is They trying to flex shit [Verse 1: July Quin] This is just some player shit I wrote for my Alabaster, salamander, soul senpais Hunnid million sold with the stroke since I Came up off the game, came up off the game I’m gon’ move them units thru my hubris, feel like You gon’ fuel them rumors thru delusions, switch sides I rack all my mula, such Fallujah jedi Cause bitch I’m Kylo Ren, bitch I’m Kylo Ren Graveyard shift turn to dirt in my jeans Pockets of presi’s who dead, I’m in grief Divorce from the corpse you a window in weep And the morgue is a bitch Mind state entrees, bring them chips closer Hydrate, violate, put the clips on ya Or the rubber bands, bet I make a flip off ya When I’m shooting them dice Niggas be like dammit BlaZe you changed Bitch it’s Quin but the heat the same I was BuddhaFlipping to computer chips Over Nujabes, so call a spade a spade This here for ya if ya on vacation Really for ya, more ya, if ya day one Really here to show you all the apex So I’m going gorilla out the basement [Pre-Chorus] This that pull up, pull up It’s a function with the homies From the floor up, tore up Got my number? Then come call me I might roll one, pour up Glass of wine or that OG I’m gon’ do what I want Don’t be acting like you know me [Chorus: July Quin] Cause once I come up off this next shit You switch direction That’s fine by me but come correct They know the treasure where the X is They trying to flex shit From outta me pero por que? Come at me acting brand new See what it do (Brrrrt, Brrrt, Brrrt, Brrrt!) [Pre-Verse: BuddhaFlip] Quin said he want the player so I’ma bring out the player Couple niggas might be mad though and shit you feel me? Shit be like that, I ain't gonna lie, I don’t know why [Verse 2: BuddhaFlip] I ain't come here for no scenes But you got a mug and its mean Nah I ain’t tryna to capture your queen Playing chess I’m protecting my cream Feel like MJ, I’m bad as can be Found a girl that was dangerous to me Man I tried to moonwalk out that trap But that bitch found a bill in my jeans Everyone has an opinion, ain’t superseding my vision You thinking this should be given like my only options to give it Couldn’t stick to not agreeing when you brought the opps and they grippin Low-key I really been tweaking, my demons calling for a victim They poked ya mans in the back So I unleash the rat-tat-tat now you fresh outta luck I keep a strap, call it black cat Didn’t think I would attack, I been down on my luck Ain’t nobody getting dick tonight Pussy been feeling like kryptonite, I switch it up Wasn’t trying to live a victim life Chose to hit em with a different vibe ugh [Modified Pre-Chorus: July Quin & BuddhaFlip] This that pull up, pull up From—From—From—From From the floor up, tore up I might—I might—I might—I might Roll one, pour up (Buddha flipping till he skrrt) (No play let's get to work) (Funny movement’s I swerve) I’m gon’ do what I want (Stunting got em on alert) Okay let’s get the money [Chorus: July Quin] Cause once I come up off this next shit You switch direction That’s fine by me but come correct They know the treasure where the X is They trying to flex shit From outta me pero por que? Come at me acting brand new See what it do They know the treasure where the X is They trying to flex shit
9.
FOR MYSELF 03:26
[Verse 1: July Quin] Tonight I’m just chillin’ Gon’ call my friends over And I’ma get over you I got a good feeling That I’ma find someone Cause this love is overdue I used to love ya like no other, hoped that you would be the mother of my daughter, my son, yeah I would pull up on ya any hour whenever you needed my attention or love, yeah But now a days it’s a problem that we always starting, told me you don’t have time, so So I’m rolling with my homies in the middle of the night to get you outta my mind [Chorus: July Quin] For the first time In quite a while I have decided that I’m riding, that I’m grinding for myself So don’t come by me Or try to holla I have decided that I’m grinding, that I’m riding for myself [Verse 2: July Quin] I know of all the little secrets, why you telling me lies? It’s ill-advised and you know it’s in my process to process The mind set is simply finding new horizons that’s tantalizing A vibe I waited all my life for Wide eyed child why you wanna die young? Strung one, hung up, the lyrics come undone Like an unsung hero You must be miseducated cause any x-factor that come you take literal And all the time that you tend to waste all pivotal Don’t you know that money ain’t your greatest asset With that said let me hit you with the flip side I’ma call up all my homies get the flex right, na na Then we spend the night cruising All my youth I been searching for the truth Look I found it, here’s the proof It’s all in me and I’ma choose, I’ma choose it [Verse 3: July Quin] Tonight I’m just chillin’ Gon’ call my friends over And I’ma get over you I got a good feeling That I’ma find someone Cause this love is overdue I used to love ya like no other, hoped that you would be the mother of my daughter, my son, yeah I would pull up on ya any hour whenever you needed my attention or love, yeah But now a days it’s a problem that we always starting, told me you don’t have time, so So I’m rolling with my homies in the middle of the night to get you outta my mind [Chorus: July Quin] For the first time In quite a while I have decided that I’m riding, that I’m grinding for myself So don’t come by me Or try to holla I have decided that I’m grinding, that I’m riding for myself
10.
M.I.A 03:29
[Chorus: July Quin] I’ll be M.I.A I’ll be M.I.A, out I do things my way Fuck up out my face now Whether night by day, weather night by day Screaming bomaye Screaming bomaye, bounce I’ll be M.I.A I’ll be M.I.A I do things my way Fuck up out my face now Whether night by day, weather night by day Screaming bomaye Screaming bomaye I’ll be M.I.A (M.I.A!) I’ll be M.I.A (M.I.A!) I do things my way (Things my way!) Fuck up out my face now (Up out my face now!) Whether night by day (Night by day!), weather night by day (Night by day!) Screaming bomaye (Bomaye!) Screaming bomaye, bounce (Bomaye!) I’ll be M.I.A (M.I.A!) I’ll be M.I.A (M.I.A!) I do things my way (Things my way!) Fuck up out my face now (Up out my face now!) Whether night by day (Night by day!), weather night by day (Night by day!) Screaming bomaye (Bomaye!) Screaming bomaye, bounce (Bomaye!) [Verse: July Quin] Boy I been running the soul out my audio before the rubber would crease I got the juice like its fiction, it’s slick like Travolta and I don’t mean grease They won’t deny me the nani, I’m naughty with mine so I’m not on the list Kweli and Jon B but bitch I was raised by the Gotti, Ashanti, So bodies on me Yeah I’m the papa OG, and you snotty nose, vamanos, rapido please Pour me coqui and the morir soñando, I’m bori, before I be forty I’ll bring All the glorious warriors born in the deep of the trench of the boogie Where zombies and ghoulies gon’ creep on you slowly and fuck with your free You may be blind but bitch you gonna see Fucking with me is nutritious, it’s rich and it’s good for ya soul yeah, yeah There would be people that call me a genius and they won’t be wrong yeah, yeah Me I just work it, i work it, I grind right down to the bone yeah, yeah Me and my ego believed it for years and now we eloped Alright enough of the raspy talk Every track gotta run it like an athlete dawg I’m just doing what my spirit had asked me for I tell the man in the mirror come jack me off cause I fuck with me Don’t gotta choose a side, don’t try to crucify me Cause I move with fire and you defy it I’ll be everything that I dream inside The only thing I ever failed at was suicide [Chorus: July Quin] I’ll be M.I.A I’ll be M.I.A, out I do things my way Fuck up out my face now Whether night by day, weather night by day Screaming bomaye Screaming bomaye, bounce I’ll be M.I.A I’ll be M.I.A I do things my way Fuck up out my face now Whether night by day, weather night by day Screaming bomaye Screaming bomaye (M.I.A!) (M.I.A!) (My way!) (My face now!) (By day!) (Night by day!) (Bomaye!) (Bomaye!) (M.I.A!) (M.I.A!) (My way!) (My face now!) (By day!) (Night by day!) (Bomaye!) (Bomaye!)

about

When I was younger making music I had no real idea what I was doing. I would just make mistakes & learn what not to do. Over time I found my voice & sound & picked up tricks along the way for making my beats & mixing my vocals. Eventually I wanted to evolve & test myself. I've put out A LOT of projects since my youth. Most of them hidden here on Bandcamp lol. But Wide Eyed Child is my most important one. I wanted to make the most largest sounding, well written, better sung, differently arranged album in the history of anything I've ever done. There's no theme here like there usually is. Every song is simply my best attempt at making the most well sounding & creative version the song could be. I hope that translates well enough for someone out there to be inspired by it.

credits

released June 12, 2020

‘FOLLOW THRU’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin)
Produced by Numemo (R. Herasme)
Engineered by R. Herasme
Arrangement by R. Herasme
Mixing by R. Herasme
Mastering by J. Quinones

‘LION HEART’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin), S. Reyes & R. Herasme
Additional Vocals by S. Reyes
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Vocal Scratches by J. Quinones
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

‘LAS NOCHES’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin)
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

‘FLEX (Featuring BuddhaFlip)’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin), A. Rochester (BuddhaFlip) & X. Rice (Zay Mason)
Background Vocals by BuddhaFlip
Additional Vocals by Zay Mason
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

‘V I B E S (Featuring Will Shish & BuddhaFlip)’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin) & A. Rochester (BuddhaFlip)
Background Vocals by BuddhaFlip & Will Shish (W. Shishmanian)
Produced by July Quin & Will Shish
Guitar by Will Shish
Bass by Will Shish
Engineered by J. Quinones & W. Shishmanian
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Mixing by J. Quinones & W. Shishmanian
Mastering by J. Quinones

‘CYCLES’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin)
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

‘THE MORNING’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin)
Background Vocals by Numemo (R. Herasme)
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones & R. Herasme
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

‘ALEBRIJE (Featuring BuddhaFlip)’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin) & A. Rochester (BuddhaFlip)
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

‘FOR MYSELF’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin)
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

‘M.I.A’
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin)
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones
Arrangement by J. Quinones
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones


Julio Quinones – writer (tracks 1-10), producer (tracks 2-10), lead vocals (tracks 1-10), background vocals (tracks 1-6, 8, 10), synthesizers (tracks 2-10), drum programming (tracks 2-10), recording engineer (tracks 2-10), arrangement (tracks 2-10), mixing (tracks 2-10), mastering (tracks 1-10), photography, album art design

Regis Herasme – writer (track 2), producer (track 1), recording engineer (tracks 1, 7), arrangement (track 1), adlib background vocals (track 7), synthesizers (track 1), drum programming (track 1), mixing (track 1)

Will Shishmanian – featured artist (track 5), producer (track 5), recording engineer (track 5), guitar (track 5), bass (track 5), singing background vocals (track 5), mixing (track 5)

Anthony Rochester – featured artist (tracks 4, 8), writer (tracks 4, 5, 8), singing background vocals (tracks 4, 5)

Sergio Reyes – writer (track 2), additional vocals (track 2)

Xavier Rice – writer (track 4), additional vocals (track 4)

Bryant Crisos – album art design

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July Quin New York, New York

A self-taught Bronx boy who produces, mixes, masters, writes & records his own music from his home studio. The composer of these Kaleidoscope Compositions.

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