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Fuck the world till it births me heaven
How's that for a first impression?
Fuck apologies and permission
I'm God, prophet, snake, and the villain
Head in the cloud like selfies in the sky
Thou shalt back it up like redundant drives
I was a misfit as a misfit, now I'm plotting like a surveyor
Planting flags in this bitch
Lazy rapping on the first draft
Reverse that, give me all the words back
First impressions only last a second
Turn you on with my drip, call it bird bath
Buddy have you heard that 97% of all artists
Never get their return back?
Guess I knew that, it’s a risk I’m taking
Blazing chemtrails, I’m high adjacent
I used to fumble the word like a nervous reverend
So no one knew like absurdist heaven
But I was getting right, 8 PM
And they were just talking shit, ATM
Now I'm hearing more cheers that the KKK
Watching the first half of 12 Years a Slave
I carry my hate in a holster, barrel's never cold
So no need to be floored, keep it slow lane
I’m high as planes in flyover states
Sideways feeling right as rain
A nervous kid comedian, chameleon
Blending in at the back of the stage
Where do you see your life in five years, man?
My mama tryin’ to hold back tears,
Amy Adams translating, halfway to famous
We arrived but we were already here
Now talking reckless is my responsibility
I solemnly swear to swear sacrilegiously
Sanctimonious iconoclast
Leave em sweating like ice in a glass
Am I playing devil's advocate or feelin' myself?
Even with nothing to say I say it so well
Fuck PC shit, it's a Master bedroom cause it's where Omni dwells
Sans and Omni put the stank on it
Fuck a new watch, don’t want it
This is our time so you know we gon flaunt it
Committin’ thought crimes, real smoke don’t got it
Got it? Honest, killing these beats is a process
Ghosts in my headspace, haunted
So if you want to hear the real deal appeal to real feels
Strap in cause we’re blasting off bitch
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2. |
FEEDING DEMONS
03:34
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I’ve been getting sleep I don’t need
Wasting time, I’ve been smoking weed
Sipping rum mixed with lies and greed
My demons know when it’s time to feed and
So I feed them,
They say keep your enemies close and
So I feed them
I kill mine by drowning in poison
So I feed them
Fill my lungs up with smoke til I’m chokin’
I feed them
No need to try to fix what ain’t broken
Been telling people my whole life I don’t write
I just play the chords on the page til they sound right
Just say the words in my head when they don’t rhyme
And say them again a bit slower the next time
Cause the next line’s a doozy
The first girl you fuck ain’t the one you should choose
And the first drug you try ain’t the one worth abusing
The first little hole that you dig
With that first little lie
Ain’t a grave you can ever refuse and
Don’t go shooting your Uzi and
Don’t sell loosies,
Give that shit away else you’ll tase a racist 12 feet and
Don’t pick no fights that you know you can’t lose, ay
Gotta grow somehow
Gotta know the pain and hope somehow
The feeling of starting something on your own
But not alone now, own your doubts
Figure all your shit out cause
You can’t trust the feelings inside of you know
But the money is real,
The drugs and the fame and the game is real
You only get to keep what you can steal
It’s all for the taking, cop you a feel
Gotta create your own ideal
Life will go by, gotta blink in your eye
Bet you’re wondering why I’m not up in the sky
Cause the devil keeps handing me dice
And I’m rolling em right
And I’m bleeding him dry
I’ve been getting sleep I don’t need
Wasting time, I’ve been smoking weed
Sipping rum mixed with lies and greed
My demons know when it’s time to feed and
So I feed them,
They say keep your enemies close and
So I feed them
I kill mine by drowning in poison
So I feed them
Fill my lungs up with smoke til I’m chokin’
I feed them
No need to try to fix what ain’t broken
I'd rather go to hell in a handbasket
Than head to my damn casket a, celibate sad man
With my heavenly hands clasped in irrelevant drab Patterns
I'd rather relapse backwards, you see mortal vices
I instead see a grand map of the pleasures I can have
If I set up a damn plan, stuff regret in a glad bag
Dear mom, you might not have been a criminal's mother
But isn't it hypocritical just ta, take mental scissors to what's the
Realistic vision and smother each fricking ember to scrub the mirror image of what cha
Could've been with a different sense of the ten Moses scribbled
Maybe he missed a few of em or omitted a couple
A critical blunder, I know it’s painful to say but Damien's quick to recover
You talking revelations? Ima be the genesis of a unholy day,
And oh the pain I will inflict on you fuckers, more than Jason in a typical summer
I'm sick as the president laughing as he addresses the cabinet
With the head of an afghan in his left and his right hand
Oh the Decadence had at the expense of the last laugh, not regretting a damn act
When your skeletons have flaps of the melanin still attached
Bet your ass no turning back, just prepare for the last dance, bitch
I’ve been getting sleep I don’t need
Wasting time, I’ve been smoking weed
Sipping rum mixed with lies and greed
My demons know when it’s time to feed and
So I feed them,
They say keep your enemies close and
So I feed them
I kill mine by drowning in poison
So I feed them
Fill my lungs up with smoke til I’m chokin’
I feed them
No need to try to fix what ain’t broken
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3. |
Fuck you
03:05
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I guess what I’m trying to say is I’d rather be myself, even if myself’s basic
I hear you all starting to say shit, but you know you’d love to see the weird kid get famous
We don’t buy our streams, we don’t make hits
Jesus walks but you should hear em when he straight spits (
When the worst you can say is it sounds like you made this in your basement (fuck you)
Still counts as a placement
Your attitude’s foul, flagrant, chicken
Drain two buckets, fragrant delicious
Count the doubters on one hand, subtract 4 digits,
The number of fucks I’ve given
Got a day job, a hustle, a side gig, and music
No sleep schedule, couple of drugs for abusing
A voice that I’m finding I’m okay with using
And I can’t lose with Omni on the tune
Do you know how long it takes to recover from trauma?
Scars given to sons at the hands of their fathers,
Guess that’s why I’m honest about not being a baller,
Trying to show my son how to love someone’s daughter, but
Women see me and say “Yes kid, I like how you’re dressed, kid
I like the bright nails and the hair and the rest kid
The heart on your sleeve dripping red on my dresses
You got my interest but this a bad investment”
Lower class cash flows like molasses in winter,
Y’all hoe asses pay your own way at dinner,
Look me in the eyes while the candle wick flickers
With my hand on your thigh, lean in and whisper “Fuck you”
Local Politics matters, Black lives matter, the fact is it’s only red blood getting splattered
If you didn’t vote, I don’t care for the chatter
Guess you’d sell the neighborhood if it pleases your master (huh)
I need a socialist to help me get on social lists
Progressive with emotions and a knack for laying motionless
Leave the God talk at your weekly devotions,
Sacramental sabbatical
Weekend travel to an ocean mist
Go ahead and play this loud,
Got a good name go ahead and say it proud
S-a-n-s g-o without, leave no doubt
The kinda guy you find is kinda nice to keep around
Who'd have thought the noisy kid could get down
From his spot up on top of the clouds,
Toe-tapping no strapping hand-clapping emcee
With a lyrical ease winning over the crowd
Done waiting for my train to come round
Blaze my own trail like Oregon bound
Burn a bush down, listen for the heavenly sound
Grab a cute blonde with blue eyes and head on out
No pretenses, show me what you do with that mouth
She leans in, grins, and says wow
Mr Sans, I love how you don’t tone it down
I say just wait until the album comes out
Check the liner notes
I left a little message, handwritten in my finest tone
Fuck you
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4. |
Grey Saturday
02:54
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Ayy, how do we spend our day?
It's so dark outside baby girl it'll be okay
It's just rain, it comes in waves
Grey Saturday
It's kinda hard when you won't call your friends
Working like a dog trying to break through the fence
And still making amends
No steps but got more than 12 sins
Lose my head around a circle of fifths
It's intense in my camp, superiority trip
Trying to bring up a youngin' like "fuck authority, kid"
No fighting cause I'm peaceful
No piece not even Jesus at the head of my bed
No sleep cause police keep killing all of my friends
Damn. Call me if you're ready to spend
The next 6 or 7 hours of the morning in bed
Laying sideways so our heads falling off of the end
The world spins while it burns so breathe out and breathe in
We'll pretend we're in the palace where the power is kept
And in our courts, we'll grow the flowers where eternity slept
Maybe baby we can model what equality says
A couple functioning adults have quality sex
So I've been keepin' a journal right, from day to day
Recently I just copy and paste, change the date
Paper clip on a smile, more like a half-smirk
Kinda guy that'd rather have the last laugh than the last word
I used to love myself, it comes and goes these days
No more honeymoon phase, I just infatuate
But in fact, I hate, scratch that, backspace, all caps, what the fuck is happening out here?
He said, feeling righteous from his keyboard, then reword
Add a "t", to that last word, cause if he were to be fair
He prefers microphones to megaphones
Only in studios can you use bars to protect your own (bullshit)
But honestly, Malcolm and Martin be haunting me
I can't sleep watching these fathers bleed on the streets
Hollering "I can't breathe!" while I speak cautiously
"All police?" "Nah just these", fuck are we doin'?
Just zombies with better posture and opposable oppositional thumbs
Who can watch a citizen gunned down or choked out and go "now what did he do?"
Find enough of the truth, call it justice, and whew!
Back to our bubbles, we're safe now.
The class war can stay hidden underground
Trade an elephant for an ass like it matters.
If you're poor in America, wisen up or pucker up, fuck
Sorry just being honest but, I still believe in change just not what Obama promised us
Ayy, how do we spend our day?
It's so dark outside baby girl it'll be okay
It's just rain, it comes in waves
Grey Saturday
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5. |
We Goin' to War...
03:03
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We going to war
This is a war zone
Shut the door
Keep the fucking door closed
Can't let them see us coming
When we blow up on the joint
See everybody running
See everybody running
look at all of Alice's rabbits
Grasping at dreams of glass palaces and amulets
Dungeons and dragons shit, what Elsa would gift Anna with, stack it up in a mcmansion tip
Type of folks you couldn't handle with caution
But compassionate,
People with a passion for passing gospel as benefit,
Promoting decadence and rarely generous
Then talk hella shit
People you would never share umbrellas with
I say fuck em, I'm the only one but god I have to wrestle with
Eat dinner from a rooftop for the hell of it
Never settled, I don’t wanna be hella rich or even selfish,
But I'd like a space at least as cool as me to be myself in
Self propelled I'm Michael Phelps with depression
I might be drowning but I'll set a couple records
Sell a couple records, use the wealth to settle up and
Make the world a little better.
Got me stacking bread like grilled cheese
I grease beats and melt the cheddar
And there's a million other rappers with a similar flow
But nobody even close to half as dope or half the smoke
Telling jokes “I'm Eminem with both folks!”
I'm going in as hard as I can but I'm soft as low blows
Not quite enough ego to sneeze blow nose
I meant freeze I'm so cold
Yall thought the boy soft til you watched me
Walk off with no clothes in late autumn
Ice in my veins no pulse, still won't play possum
outstanding in my field, a fake farmer
but you know I'm steady reaping the yield
Plant money seeds, Give a fuck how you feel,
burn up all the weed, I'll inhale
but no coughing cause no coffin for me
Smart enough to cheat death but dumb enough to repeat
(don’t tell on me)
Still when I'm rapping you can hear from my tone
The lack of effort that it takes to just
Zone and explode and make gold,
I'm a pro, I write prose,
never catch me stressing about clothes
And if I'm lying it's a tale long as Pinocchio's nose
False confidence with no consequence
A false prophet with a loaner whip
Shoutout to Omni gotta give acknowledgement
And to the preppy birds i went to college with
In case I somehow lost you, I ain't no college dick
Still you better watch this kid,
See how he flips his lid then flips the script
All the bullshit washes out at the end
Act 5 bloodied up with red pen, no violence
Just edits, still wylin, real life is pretend
Head of the Department,
Best new artist, oh he ain't starving
Boy got bags like Boston Harbor
Bars so clever you'll all get smarter
Beat goes hard, better bet he go harder
Trying to find a way to make a living as a martyr
Imagination excavation from my brain
And I dont even gotta drop a hard r
I don't throw shade,
I'm not trying to be somebody I'm not
Catch me on a Tuesday taking a walk with my medium dog
I'm gonna do me til somebody do me
Skipping the liquor I'm sipping a truly
Couldn't be sweeter or whiter than sugar on top of a brulee
I won't name drop, i ain't k dot,
We didn't grow up in the same blocks
Still we both know some of the same loss
Got a spark to make a flame of
This is a warning, there won't be another
Anyone's brother is everyone's brother
Still when I'm done with the trash
And the smoke and the ash clear
Y’all better be behind cover
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6. |
...this is a Warzone
03:04
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My mind's different, epitome of an understatement
If I'm Guinness, you're a home brew in a fuckin' basement
Your five kids in a, trench coat guarding Dwayne Wade
Ya peg legged bitch bout to get nutmegged by Pele
I'm coastin like your momma's coffee table
Just call me Prince and drop the labels
Kids gather round for Astrono-fables
Backyard astronomers having a yawn at ya
Ass-kissing followers trapped in the comments
I'm halfway to Mars looking back on the stars
Spittin' acidic bars, fuckin' craftin' this art/
Spent too many years writing like I was hopin’ no one would find it
Playing Rope-a-Dope with my pride but, now I got a broken nose
And no time to go blow for blow when I’m rhyming
The fucking' holy Ghost was Co- writing, bent like scoliosis no time to
Joist you Pinochios with your lies and bullshit, shit
Just ease up on it, like a G4 climbing, I'm in beast mode smiling
While I repo diamonds, got the C4 lightin'
I'm at peak swole Tyson, with a bee sting fighting
I'm at least your highness, better address me right cause
I got your girl's unzip code
I talk more shit per minute than a recor-ding of the book of mor-man
Fastforwarding at four times speed
I hit more bars than a warden on St. Pattys slurring his words
At four in the morning, drunk working the early shift stumbling down the corridor
1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila, 4, drop and tab and hit the floor
I aint waiting for the spirit, build a spaceship with these lyrics
Shake some sphincters in this bitch, you better brace before it hits
Fuck 20/20 I've got 4/20 vision, spiting schizophrenic scriptures
Pen and pencil and promethazine and if the ends can justify the means
Sex, drugs, and mayhem just might be the key to Eden
Just a hypothesis, but I volunteer to test it
I'm a prophet for profit, scholar of squalor, Solomon follower
You bought as scary as Medusa during' chemo
And I can't see you like, hookah mixed with screamo
And if we learn from our mistakes tonight's a crash course
Got you seeing stars like a password, that's your cue to fuck yourself like a bachelor
Call me Pharrell, happy to get that girl to shake it faster
Three dots on my loose-leaf, always writing like a news brief
Dark chocolate, a goth Willy Wanka, nonsensical gospel, (preach)
Moving thro-ugh the alphabet like a boob job, double d-d, double entendre
Sealin' your fate and leave you too scarred
So rest in peace to opinions, nuance, and redemption
Of course I had some shit on, politics and religion
But English isn't sufficient, “Ore wa Kami desu”
Just doing my job and taking your money, IRS
No more pleadin’ the fifth, time to un-plead and spit
This track's a 7 in black jack, guaranteed to hit
Darwin calls me Friday, I'm here to end the weak
Or you could follow God's example and kill yourself
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7. |
Strollin'
03:07
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We've been growing older
And we've got nothing to show for it
But when it's getting darker
You gotta shine that much brighter
Dreaming my whole life away, living in a quiet place
Praying for some better days
With better men like Eddie Vedder says
Runnin' with the wolves, I'm in a Shia phase
I'm working by the fireplace
With sacrificial smoke surrounding my entire face
I'm looking for a higher way
I'm looking to retire while I'm young enough to buy up an entire plane
I'm looking for empire plays
I remember seeing brighter days once when I was five or eight
Before the thought of shame
Or poorly timed displays of grace ever became commonplace
Before I knew how to erase
Before I ever knew my name
But me I'm tired of stressing
Sip a hot drink on a cold day
Send a message to the heavens
Roll in paradise like Coldplay
Got enough, please no more lessons
Keep me young like adolescence
Beat the shit out my depression
And keep it coming with the blessings, no P.S.’s
We've been growing older
And we've got nothing to show for it
But when it's getting darker
You gotta shine that much brighter
Yeah I know tomorrow wasn't promised but then came that Obama shit
And I decided to temp as an optimist
But all that's just some more of that working on a contract shit
God, I miss, the ignorance of bliss, a bitter sentiment
But can I get a witness in this bitch?
A middle finger from the "fuck this," generation given nothin' to sustain us,
In this fucked up, iteration of the American dream
I'm checking for some updates or a cheat code at the least bro
Ripped the blindfold off Lady Justice, tried to wake her from her slumber
She dropped a couple Ambien and went back under
I wrote a letter to Santa, grabbed a map to candy mountain
Sacrificed some cattle, snatched a rabbit foot amulet, patted a magic lamp
Blacked out and crashed before my wish was granted
Then I had a half a gram of the magic and poof…
It's hard to be uplifting when I'm downgrading
Make the right choice when I'm left hanging
But If power corrupts I'm a fucking angel with a black heart
Cause I'm taking my power back, flippin' it like an hourglass
I'm done living rich I'm buying cash
I'm talkin' bout making a diamond out of grass
We've been growing older
And we've got nothing to show for it
But when it's getting darker
You gotta shine that much brighter
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8. |
Out of Love III
02:47
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I want a dame
That first line is so lame, fuck
I want a girl who raps along to lil wayne cause
I need a shorty with a no space between the ears
Like cornrows, more like corn maze, fermenting corn beer oh no
Midwestern trash with the undeniable accent
I warsh my dishes in the same sink I took baths in
Rap kid with more than a couple black friends,
They don't take me serious either, I heard em laughing
I spit haphazard, I loved black panther unironically
Watched it for the first time with my brother mike
Who taught me things bout women life and parenthood and rolling weed
Like never ask your drug dealer how much cash for a couple g's
I recognize the bars I write might stretch a couple beats
I didn't come up publicly, I'm private eye like Perry Platypus
Or Perry Mason paddleboarding on a public beach,
Close my curtains when I'm changing never wanna let the public see
Straight chillin, a Saturday morning cartoon kid show villain
Like Dr Evil, no doctor, don't need those feelings so mark me up
With your surgical marker, sterilize the field,
Grab a scalpel and start peeling
Cosmetically I'd like a 7 with some confidence
And good ass music taste, a hood side to make up the difference
Proud to be different, good listener, mmhmm oh girl
You know you're better off with better dudes with better jobs
You're hot bitch and while you got it you should flaunt it
Just to show off drop bombs on those
Bimbos from back in college, some boss bitch shit
I'm watching it from across this office party
Haven't slept in like a week survived on weed and sparkly water
Like a bum on a beach, hands out and eyes wide
You can catch me on my backside singing rhymes to the sky
Which is weird for office parties, didn't realize I'd started
This is awkward, guess it's time for my standard Irish goodbye
Still on my mind I guess I'd like to pretend
That it's closure or closeness I desire and not friends
But pop in if you ever made my myspace top 8, facebook top friends
Remember when we were only fans?
I poke your bubble cause I bet you never heard a mumble
With acoustic guitar shake your world tectonic rumble
I'm jumbled up, feeling like a clown manic juggalo
I say goodbye and then hello, I never let my exes go
In Texas where the weather's warm and everyone's perplexed by snow
Like can you even drive in this shit, man you bitches driving slow
Make the best out of the saddest, snowmen from avalanches,
The kinda guy to turn away any and all advances cause
I want a dame, someone to play a game or read a book
In our reading nook while we're eating cookies off the same plate
A long term romantic housemate, like a friend you can date without sending save the dates
Oh wait, I'm not playing, don't want you to take my name
I'd rather hyphenate or just pretend we're strangers when we're boarding planes
I think that's funny, I'm in a phase trying to perform for money
Been waiting days to hear somebody say "show us another, buddy"
Straight chillin', a Saturday night live white Madvillain
more gloom than DOOM but my flow MF building, Unabomber
Blow up the charts recorded in a closet, and that's cash in your pocket
Don't even ask for the deposit slip, you know I got it
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9. |
2AM, Saturday night
01:26
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Too many people, thinking this is how you get it
Bumming cigarettes, pathetic, envy dressed in velvet
Feeling nervous bro I'm nervy, low energy no flirting
Dummy Gumby pushing thirty,
You'd think my back was hurting
From the way I carry a laugh, too far sure
Cut me some slack man
I still want my single life back
I'm a dad, y'all can gasp,
Writing front porch raps
Trying to get my life on track
Pushed the Civic half the distance
Shit and I'd push it on back
Maybe pathetic with a work ethic,
Sure stepping, won't pussy foot the method
My intention suggests a quicker hit than meth
Crank that, under the weather radar floating in a maybach
Maybe someday, one Accord like holy Sunday
Still laid back, laid to rest like mass graves packed with fake cats,
wet markets, sell goods farm to table
Way I slay bats, insane past,
Shame trying to lock my ass up in the
Way way way back (Man I ain't the same)
Time to face facts, face/off,
Travolta is a fake ass Nick cage,
Sacrifice em for the harvest gods
And pray for blood rain, watch us take off
Can't touch me in this plane of reality, like the Based God
Can I say that? For real can I play that?
Nah, but Lil B sent me a dollar on Cashapp when I was laid off
Hashtag #thankyoubasedgod
I'd kill a goat for you but Jay already bodied Nas and
I’ve never been quite so clever with all of the potty talk
Imma stop before Omni comes in and cuts the record off
Man just let me talk! (Fuck sans, that’s the cops)
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10. |
Sunday in Dallas
03:08
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Give me nothing but a Sunday spent in a lawn chair
Oh Captain, my Captain of nothing
Another sunday spent in a lawn chair
You can call me Captain
Laid back in the warmth of the sun, it's gonna be a hot one, hope you can come,
Grabbed a few more chairs out the shed, popped em open, posted hoping
This smoke break gets us going
We cruising, on a patio deck with the our untanned necks,
Expect the first drops of sweat from light of the day
First High Life crushed, second one on the way
Garcia y Yega split up, kill the guts in the breeze
it's our backyard, all grass and no seeds,
our own little place to escape and just breathe,
Just be yourself, bring your fears hopes and dreams
Plenty of space to celebrate in the D
Different cultures throwing parties every day of the week
Family trees with their roots 6 generations deep
How can y’all be racist when they share their recipes?
Gotta celebrate when you graduate,
Independence days, tacos and parades
Soul food from the Koreans,
Green curry from the Ly Asian Market
Gotta leave Highland Park after dark if
You wanna feel the whole city vibing on the weekend
Ubereats just arrived and I’m feasting
On some vegan eats made by BIPOC
Spices ain’t offending me, give me smoke, I spit heat,
Let me sing
Give me nothing but a Sunday spent in a lawn chair
Oh Captain, my Captain of nothing
Another sunday spent in a lawn chair
You can call me Captain
I pull onto Illinois, still enjoying
How six in the morn is a different world
Listening to the ill-informed mumblings of this frickin' annoyin'
Six inch toy, Imperial droid, possessed by the spirit of Freud
Shit, fell asleep in the drive-through
Gonna be late for church again by a week or two
But at least there's room around the fire pit
Yeah it's triple digits, what's your point?
I'm still sweating out last night, can I just enjoy
Sunday in Dallas with an atheist's agenda
Grab a folding pew, orange juice, gin and Splenda
Shit, got the chair with the bad leg, careful sipping,
Last time I fell I rung my bell like I proposed to Kristen
But Oak Cliff's the only OC I know
And if the backyard's a stage, don't be caught acting your age
Cards against humanity maintaining our sanity
Hoping the white noise machine, keeps the kids fast asleep
Crossfaded, yeah, we burnin' through lighters and the fire's been out for hours
I'm Carolina born and raised, yeah I miss it
But this frickin’ brisket, whiskey, and tex-mex got me seein' stars
Speaking of grab a PBR and we can all
Make up constellations to the symphony of police cars
Delivery window's closed so our only hope's,
Nose goes to scope what's open on Illinois
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11. |
WSTYWTA
05:26
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When someone tells you who they are, you'd better believe em
When someone tells you who they are, you better believe em
When someone tells you you're worth less, don't try to deceive them
Just say if that's how you're feeling then I'm fucking leaving
Your armor makes you weaker
You go out looking for a battle and I bet you're always found it
Cause now I know the secret
The only power you have's when the wall's already down
But I bought the illusion, got lost in confusion
I'd pocket my two cents, and all just to prove that
I knew how to suffer well
Disregarded the clues that were obvious to
Anybody who ever met you but, I'd argue dispute any charges they drew
Oh my god this is stupid cause I don’t wanna suffer well
And fuck you for asking, I've never been perfect but I've been happy
But I guess your crown of thorns is still a crown, huh?
Any way to make sure that you're always looking down huh?
With a head so full of shit-you can hardly hear a sound huh?
You aint Atlas bitch, you're Narcissus - fuck yourself and drown
Cause it won't be long before we all know what you know
And the world takes a match to its leech
But there's hardly a move
When the wrongs that you do
Put up walls to the truth
So appalled at the news
That the scars and abuse
You wrote off as good news
Were just heartless and crude
Just a coffin, a tomb
From this god misconstrued
That sounds awfully like you
The J. Cochrane of pews
Who was liable to use
Any lies and pursuit
Just to hide and excuse
All the nonsense that's spewed
All designed to reduce
Beating hearts to mere fumes
No more fire or fuel
No more spark in the gloom
Just a darkness that looms
I could honestly puke at the thought of you
Screw you from all of us who've gotten caught in your noose, fuck
It all feels like a flashback
But this pen's emotional hazmat
That'll take more shots than a lab rat
Til it's not just after the fall that we understand that
When someone tells you who they are, you'd better believe em
When someone tells you who they are, you better believe em
When someone tells you you're worth less, don't try to deceive them
Just say if that's how you're feeling then I'm fucking leaving
Mama told not to worry about the sparkle in your eyes
Keep my hands out of your pockets and my tongue away from lies
So I kissed you on the first date
When I probably should've tried
to recognize that you were flying flags I could never abide
Still you fly em, got me hanging out here sideways
With my tinted rosy shades,
What do you say to all the silence
We're too safe to coincide,
Too dangerous, too arrogant,
Too much like bourbon over ice,
Let me inside, I'll keep you warm,
I’ll light your fire, I frighten easily,
I think that's why I rushed to say I love you
Cause you came on strong and then cooled off,
Scared me, you called me special
Call me perfect, told me everything that
I've ever done was worth it
You're the only certain circus,
Cut the act I think I've heard it
Shit you hurt me, why'd you grab me quite so roughly
Let go, I love you baby
Don't run out the door abruptly
Slam the damn thing, never slam the doors,
I hear my mother speaking
If you're angry when she hurts you,
Change the tone with which you're pleading
Don't be needy, don't have needs,
Don't ask for things,
You spent the week's allotted cash on cigarettes instead of dreams
You're such a fucking piece of trash,
Now how are we supposed to last
She never really wants an answer,
Just some noises while she packs
I guess I told her that was that and
Then I found someone else to ask
But I won't come back, no I won’t be back
No I won’t come back, You gotta see that
I gotta get right, keep my chin up high
Turn the left cheek when you slap my right
Clench my teeth but you won’t see me cry
Release all the anger that I kept inside
You’ll always cast shadows when you’re in the light
Trying to keep my head straight late at night and
I don’t believe the things that you believe about me, No I don’t wanna die
Still it’s a grind, left foot right foot
Til I get to where I'm going
Never knowing where I'm headed,
Pushed by winds wherever blowing
Time keeps pushing on,
One second per second later, accelerator
Forward progress is still progress;
If you meet a girl you don’t have to date her
Still I bet I’ll find me a woman who doesn't hate my stinking guts
A person who can express their love
Without anybody getting slugged
A person who might chase me down the road
In the winter when the air is getting cold
To make sure I’ve got my winter coat,
If I’m ugly hurting they’ll pull me close
Maybe they'll bring coffee to my desk or
Write me notes or tell me yes,
They'd love to meet my folks and friends,
We're more than friends, I almost know
But I don’t need your new edition,
I add up to something great
Any person who can count their stars
Can always change their fate
And I don’t say shit just to say it,
I’m not praying, I’m not basic,
This ain’t a cry for help, I’m patient;
I won’t let myself get complacent
I don’t need your definition, hopes and dreams, or conversation
I could give a damn about you, if anything it’s motivation
I’m gon make it out this neighborhood,
The whole damn world can hear me say it
I’m cool af: go fuck yourself;
If you have any questions, just replay this
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12. |
Effortless
03:03
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Diary entry: She left me
In the land of sunshine and no shades
Frank Oceans with no waves
I don’t play, oh ya don’t say
I’m tired of hearing her voice fade
Over cinematic shots with Coldplay
In the background like it’s Soul Train
And we all care about your low fade
And your high tops
Vans ain’t for kids,
It’s lowgrade on the blacktop
She wants gold rings with some space rocks
And she had to, only wish you’d
Sold me a half truth
I won’t at you
I’d rather be spouting off facts too
Do the bad things really catch you?
Guess not, bless your heart
Don’t talk at me when I pass through
Everyone else in the limousine
Throw up a finger and let me get at you
Cause I’m rad too,
I’d put up another feather in my cap
If I had to, but that won’t do
Cause I’m doing just great here without you
Well I’m doing okay here without you
It ain’t perfect, it gets bad too
A couple of times every week
When I think that I see you
I almost go back to when
We vowed to always stay mad true
But the sad truth is
I can get by on my own if I have to
Cause I have to and
I’m doing fine on my own
Here without you
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
Baby it's effortless,
I could care less who's next
Don't need to hear the future's bright
Cause right now's feeling excellent
You lookin' “meh” at best,
I'm fly as a reverend
And getting brain on the
Ferris wheel’s what I mean
When I say heads will spin
Once upon a time there was a dumb bitch
Oh you've heard this one before?
Then next chapter:
ex cappa on x factor
heads backs to my place
I knick-named her jetlag
Make me wanna head right to bed and
Stay til, I reset that ass
Don’t need game when I’m overflowing with confidence
she can ride that wave and
Partake my Gemini sack-riments
And I know what you're thinking,
“I'm just trying to fill, the void that you left”
Call me President Franklin and
FDR rated Stella Groove shit
I been over you, now I'm under her, and
I wrote my truth in seven fucking words
Call you unleavened, don't knead that shit
Let me be clear, you were never my inspiration
Not even for this song, no credits or dedication
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13. |
but maybe...
01:15
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Fuck you
Fuck you, jabroni
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