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I think i found
A happy medium once.
Sparked another blunt, and lost it
Now i dont know what i want.
I sit in the front
Shotgun, with my shotgun.
Just in case a phantom
Mad dog me at the function.
I ain't frontin
These lyrics, they mean nothin'
I just kinda like to
Hear myself talk
Stream of conscious thought
Dick in an unconscious thot
Stream of conscious thought
...unconscious thought
*motto of the day, fuck a ho
let a bitch rot*
Theories fraught
With holes in the logic
Burned by my caustic
Flow spit chaotic.
A neurotic,
Robotic, product of modest parents.
Never losing hope
Even when their boy was wild’n out.
Pound for pound,
I never seen a brick of coke.
And they keys on my keyboard
Probably ain’t what you talkin’ ‘bout.
*fuck boi, just a minute,
you's a lame, i'm insane*
Its all a facade
Prescription glasses made of pyrex.
Keep my eyes peeled
So i can quickly spot a pretext.
Complex methods
I use to skew ethics.
The soul i lost,
Replaced by something synthetic.
Spread wide
Like the shot from a blunderbuss
Split personality
Two bottles of robo-tuss.
The mother fucking walrus
With a burner made of fairy dust.
Two tabs of acid
And a lot of empty promises.
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[hook]
..i been waiting here for way too long,
baby let me call you home.
..break me so i can be forever broken,
these emotions just keep bringin' me down
[hook] x2
…I been blessed
That i aint never had to mob with a tech,
Or over the Under Armour rock a kevlar vest.
And i dont really give a damn about the set you rep,
I put on for my city, but i make no threats.
I guess, thats a topic i have no right to talk about,
I came up in a different socio-economic background.
Shit, i aint judgin’ im just tryna relate,
And show these kids some positivity before it’s too late.
So if you can’t let bygones be bygones,
Then be gone, you peon, me an the fam gon move on.
Trouble makin’ mother fuckers, we dont need ‘em (om)
So stop and think a second before you get your flex on.
Yo i’d hate, for my music to be misconstrued,
As just further cultural appropriation by some white dude.
‘Cause it’s true, white folks steal, use, and abuse,
Anything from any minority group that they choose.
So if position flipped, i might hold resentment for me too.
‘Cause i could never understand the struggle others go through.
…Yeah
I’ll never truly understand the struggle others been through.
But i aint wanna be no quote unquote “white rapper”
Fuck a gimmick, i consider my craft a serious matter.
I wanna portray the pure joy of unbridled laughter,
And the heart shattered sadness blocking the goal you’re after.
[hook]
..i been waiting here for way too long,
baby let me call you home.
..break me so i can be forever broken,
these emotions just keep bringin' me down
[hook] x2
zero chains, these flows here we go
solitary cigarette smokin by the back door
doubt, what up doug deep doe
long beach love, just take it for what it is bro
andy adderall, pill poppin people
blunts by the ocean, limes with the cuervo
si, me encanta my people,
all for me familia till the day i fucking die tho
the city that i ride through
slow.. woah
a picture lasts longer
but a song forever lives in the heart.
bring it back to the start
we were young and dumb
right and wrong,
couldn't tell ‘em apart.
innocence
is just ignorance spelt different.
growin up’s mighty tough
but that shit’s a given
stay livin’ day to day with myself
avert my gaze from the mirror, cause im scared of myself
man, i been way done with hating myself
all the shit that happened, done blaming myself
it aint like im tryna ignore responsibility
im just tryna move past all the negativity
dont wanna leave it broken
but sometimes that’s the reality
of the situation, its a travesty
but damn. melancholy souls walk hand in hand
down a cold dark road all alone
and no one gives a damn
[hook]
..i been waiting here for way too long,
baby let me call you home.
..break me so i can be forever broken,
these emotions just keep bringin' me down
[hook] x2
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f v c k b o i
04:27
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[hook]
sincerely,
i gotta thank you for this wonderful taste
long forgotten,
between nostalgia and stale hate
maybe fate
recognizes real, but
we could talk for hours
and still end up at the same place
identical mind state,
same level, different buildings
looking up at the same stars
feelin this earth movin’
askewin’ the lines
up in the coloring book
still within ‘em
i just moved ‘em, here, take a look
Jakey, you bastard
knocking down sand castles
peepin up on the sunset
damn it was a blast though
i came in last, so
maybe i should up my pace.
but the view from the back
is so damn beautiful.
[hook]
i dont wanna fly away,
i just wanna stay home alone all day.
posted up with the time i waste
steady stay in that lane i made.
road to the grave i pave,
my inner monologue takes no break.
too scared to make mistakes,
so i exist, but ain’t livin’ mane
lost train of thought, i be spacin’
forget me not, day dream chasin’
racin’ pace, with the blinders on
know what i pass, but cant face it.
i spit this shit, but cant taste it,
all monochrome, the life basic.
heard a lot of progress you makin’
but ill probably die here waitin'
hatin’ how the status be
fake friends tryna flatter me
actually I’d be glad to see
days fade away gradually
a sadder scene was never seen
a living, breathing greek tragedy
sorry im closing curtains
and living out my daydreams.
[hook]
dippin' low, stuntin’
tell them boys on the block they dont know nuthin’
fuckboi wanna flex, we gon run in
dont snitch, homie, you aint seen nuthin’
safety off the burner doe
ruger at my waist with a full load
i know, that somewhere out there
gotta be a full clip of hollow tips with my name on em tho
i got no where to go, but i know where to go
the safe place in my mind that i call home
late night sleepin’ one eye open
day break, stay in bed, leave the soul broken
fiend dopin’, starin dead eye’d at the wall,
watchin those old wounds reopen.
been hopin’ that there’s more than this,
but as it is, i cant really hang with this life shit.
so i might get, too fucked up tomorrow,
slowly drown in my own sorrow.
still here, my resolve it was so hollow
yo, do you got a life i could maybe borrow?
this hollowed ground
on which i plan to stake my claim
remains the home for many souls
once lost, but now returned again
[hook]
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s p ▵ c e . h e ▵ t e r
03:54
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*hook*
whip it real good
whipits got me real good
bitch i feel good
whip it, whip it real good
*hook*
ridin round in that space ship
space heater cocked
on the block
N-O-2 what i got
tracers on the street lamps
my lips numb
cartridge in my hand
five-oh, i don't give a damn
movin slow like a tectonic plate
monolithic, i feel great
taste glory on the tip of my tongue
done, exhale smoke from the lungs
midday dive bar ambiance
do what i wants
designer drugs, like, gucci, louis, fendi
versace pills, im so trill doe
astral projection flow
if you don't know, now you know
got a condo near alpha centauri
never thought id go so far, he
*hook*
came up on a solar flare
wouldn't dare to step to that fire
Salvador Dalí, cocaine shoulder blades
white wings, so we fly much higher
bic lighter, spark the loud
good acoustics, never comin’ down
frown on my face at the county faire
these earthly amusements don't compare
to my space heater
to my space heater
exploring the beyond
dont follow cause I'm no leader
got that space heater
got that space heater
lightyears away
posted with the brain feeders
…
to my space heater
exploring the beyond
dont follow cause I'm no leader
got that space heater
got that space heater
lightyears away
posted with the brain feeders
*hook*
to my space heater
to my space heater
exploring the beyond
dont follow cause I'm no leader
got that space heater
got that space heater
lightyears away
posted with the brain feeders
…
to my space heater
exploring the beyond
dont follow cause I'm no leader
got that space heater
got that space heater
lightyears away
posted with the brain feeders
*hook*
credits
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i m f i n e
03:20
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[Hook]
Takin too much adderall
But I don't feel bad at all
I'm tired of work, so this my sabadical.
Still tryna figure out just how far I can fall.
Everybody want it all.
They tryna run before they can even crawl.
So pour up another y'all.
Let's post up together until the last person falls.
All night,
Been staring at my phone just hoping that you would call.
Alright,
I'm poppin' these pills, so I don't feel bad at all.
Hold tight,
Lyin’ to myself, the tales be ten feet tall
In sight,
The end of this shit, on the ground where my body sprawled.
[Hook]
sub urban flop house aesthetic
christmas tree lights in the backyard, lucid dream illumination
got me spacin’ on this seroquel, antipsychotics
..like bullets to the brain i fill.
half empty, personality thats ennui
free love, psychedelic, 1970’s
designer drugs, cyber punk, cooking molly
that anachronistic zone that i call my home.
as of late, the shadow people been back,
imaginary spiders crawling down my throat and on to my back.
the homies speaking spanish, i know they talkin bout me.
..i know they talking ‘bout me.
[Hook]
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