1. |
Gas Pump
02:10
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Top of the craft, I’m rocking a rap
Fat pocket wannabe
Off in a dash, Hop in the back
I called shotgun
Stop at the shell, son of a dad
When all thoughts run
Talk to myself, pumping the gas
I’m awestruck
Inner city schmucks butt-kissing for quick bucks
Turn nothing into something, what's missing?
Hissing tongue slum villagers
Filler ill as a gold shilling
Pillow with the soap if bringing up old feelings
What's a little hair of the dog? Fur of the pooch
I'm fairly involved, I dirty the boots up
Surely a blue Kermit the frog burn a doob up
Heard she was new certain the bra’s thirty-two cup
Same initials as pop singers and ball players
Alternative universe where the cops call neighbors
All favors done, flavored with sugar, labeled as love
Maybe I could move out of poppa’s place if I save enough
Wave in the front, jump in the back
The day the month, is not a concern
Tropical ferns call for extraction
Action and lights, packing the house
Tracking in dirt for rats and the mice
Master the verse, asking ya nice
Pass the advice
The grass in the pipe is priced half off
Has he a vice? Smashing the ice off a bad shoulder
Rolling his eyes, rolling the die, hold him by-
Any number coming up with his thumb fumbling lies
Size of the fight is fucking ridiculous
Something meticulous, lookin’ like I come with instructions
Stick fingers in light sockets, sucking and licking it
Jumping Geronimo when they bottom out on the tip of it
Seek and destroy, he can enjoy weakening functions
Ethan deploys beats for the boys- speak of destruction
We can avoid squeaking the toys of interruption
I just wanna be the best MC in the junction
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2. |
Pot & Coffee
04:02
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Wake up, smell the pot and coffee
Flowers in the garden are arguing
Scarecrow waved, the road got paved
And a blind man ran into the bar again
Faucet drips, don’t go in the closet
Cobwebs covering a skeleton
A dead street where the meets end
Skin tone same as the vest on the veteran
Better than he ever been
Sucking out the venom of an enemy
Tryna fill the shoes of a centipede
Move with the groove of the woodgrain, good game
Never been something I pretend to be
See you in a century, everything is meant to be eventually
Don’t tamper with the engine of a gentleman or temperamental energy
Tell me if you ever come across a better remedy medically
Yo
Side effects heavy in the fine print
Side effects heavy in the fine print
Side effects heavy in the fine print
Go and put your money where your mind is
(2x)
Mine is a mile away,
Like, you couldn’t tell a pig from a pile of hay
Prescribed with a smile a day
Scribe with a file, style on a fray
Trial on a dial, a violet in May
Sliding on the tile of an isle number eight
Ill innovate like a child in a play pen,
Hey then, been a while, why am I awake?
Whats it mean to be alive?
And whats it mean to me to be alive?
I don’t know, I need a life
Peter with a Pipe, like a reader in a book
Took a tiger paw sliver with a tweezer and his might
Why do we sleep?
You can leave a message at the beep,
Set me up a sentence and arrest me in the street
Open sesame, specially elite
I can feel the tension in my feet
To the bird with the word on a telephone wire
‘Set the methadone clinic on fire!’
Monkeys in a bed like a junky in a jumpsuit
Pump, shoot, fake him out
Dead him like running a red light
What? Was it something I said, like
A buck in the headlights
Or rugged as a bum in a lead pipe
I got nobody left, right?
I hate people but I love ‘em a lot
I’m uncomfortable when company knocks
I hope somebody stops
When I’m alone I hope nobody watches
(2x)
Launch into space
Conjure the ‘aren’t you an ace?’
In a card house guard of the tower and the planes
Half hour to the moon, have power in the faith
Devouring the food, put the coward in the cage
And put the sage in the vase
Intercept codes on the interface
Winter cold, little late, minute-made
Waiting on a payday, hey
Gotta get dinner on the plate
‘Finna get a raise, get a bit big around the waist
Ahh, what a fucking waste
I just wanna get ahold of gravity
Like, ‘what if I could weight?
What if I could dream when I’m awake’
I’m a leaf in the wind with a breeze and a rake
Do a figure-eight to infinity, I figure it’ll be a little late
C’mon to-d-d-d-day
I hate people but I love ‘em a lot
I’m uncomfortable when company knocks
I hope somebody stops
When I’m alone I hope nobody watches
(2x)
Side effects heavy in the fine print
Side effects heavy in the fine print
Side effects heavy in the fine print
Go and put your money where your mind is
(2x)
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3. |
Troubadour
02:39
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Whatever it's costs and discounts of that'll do
Dismounts miles away from all cattle flu
After you- chicks like, “wanna grab some food?”
Never Kiss a mouth without thinking of who they matter to
Yabadabadoo, baby
Get along like Johnny and an Appleseed, or Mommy and my stepdad
They call me on the attitude- molotov wet rag
The bottle of the afternoon is daddy's little attribute
Scatter-brain’s not splatter-proof
Every sentence 50% lies and half the truth
Absolutely
‘Pass a dutchie’ after ‘grab a movie’
Crash a hoopty in the Chattahoochee
You'll be glad you knew me
Holy matrimony, massive in the ass and boobies
That's not the matter, homie
Home is where the heart is at
Let the chest pain grow into a heart attack
Form me into Carbon gas
Storming in the harbor’s pass
Goes by fast, yes it does
You're talking to the troubadour
(I’m a rapper, ma)
Doing a lot of things that I never thought I could do before
You're talking the troubadour
(I’m a rapper, dad)
Learn a lot shit that we thought we already knew before
(2x)
And I've been-
Climbing down the fire escape
Tryna get to work before my tires deflate
I'm so tired today
I admire the way you seem to just walk by smile and wave
And I've been-
Driving on the last drop of gas,
With five bucks left and the check I'm gonna cash-
Ain't something I can flash- Hardly got a grasp
But everything's coming together like hot glass
Top class C+, the hot raps he busts
Of moving out the house like a time bomb beeping
Foot is out the mouth with the wrong rhyme-reason
And his love life's lookin like some online creeping
Never mean to leave the light on sleeping
Dream of bygones and bygones and icons and heathens
My song’s breathing!
Nah, fine- it's 'decent'
Stands at a fault-line of ‘walk by and freeze it’
I've been,
Climbing down the fire escape tryna get to work before my tires deflate
I'm so tired today
I admire the way you seem to just walk by smiling
The roof is on fire
Shit
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4. |
Cerebral
02:27
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I know a lot of people
Your flow is not as equal
I co-design the open minded rhyme in my cerebral
I knows a lot of people
Your flows are not as equal
I co-design the open minded rhyme in my cerebral
Tooth enamel is weak
Jesus, Mary and Joseph and Anna Louise
Chop a beat like the hand of a thief
I know somebody knows somebody with some cannabis leaves
You gotta hand it to me man I've been rambling on
All the money that I’ve had is gambled and gone
The family bond is well-backed, I plan to be strong
I could be wrong though
I'm in it for the long run
Always doubling up when I'm on one
(2x)
Live another clock-turn
Top of the herd, word of a law firm
Hot verse, sipping a cold one to calm nerves
Looking all somber and whatnot
Have another bottle for your Blood clot
This is what it does not
This is what it might do
This is what it was once
This is but a try two
Cell is on the buzz buzz
Wonder where the time flew
This is from the butterfly stomach of a fly dude
I'm in for the long run
Always doubling up when I'm on one
(2x)
Try to keep it on the down low
For some reason the whole town knows
And most Gold Retrievers got a brown nose
Bounce those mallets on a xylophone
Sprouted from a pile of bones
Shout it from his island home
Mind your own beeswax
Sipping in the wine house
Try to go to rehab
Sit in the time out
Look at Mr. Weedbags
Shook it with the lime now
Lemons on the free tab
Book me as your house band
I'll finish when the songs done
How you gonna get it when you got none?
I know a lot of people
Your flow is not as equal
I co-design the open minded rhyme in my cerebral
I knows a lot of people
Your flows are not as equal
I co-design the open minded rhyme in my cerebral
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5. |
Build It Up
02:45
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Resin hits on level six
The bass will bang, the treble kicks
Stretch the limos entrances
Like way beyond the “yes, it fits”
The building blocks of Severance bricks
Instills the crops are crescent-lit
desolation escalates, hesitation never sits
messing with my inner kid
I press delete the memories
I'm stressing on the shit I did
It's best to meet your enemies
The festivals are fully flared
Rest assure the bully dares
Grip upon my testicles
Impressed with all the pulling hair
Mulling stares from the people who don't have a clue
the travel court is gavel-free
The after-party's mad at you
The last resort at hatchet tree
Where blasphemy's an attribute
Attach the door to ratchet-teeth
The Cavalier is tattered-blue
Fuck
(6x)
Catacomb stone face, waving a clothesline
Atta boy, in old age, I'll be home in no time
In the golden days, I was bold and brave
But his shoulder, it had gotten colder
And cold his shoulder stayed
Slow to pave the road with tar and heel
The wheels are on the car
But the part of me that's smart is hard to feel
Trust your heart and know that everybody's got a card to deal
And love is art, put the pencil tip to paper till it's real
Steal the show, and do it like you didn't
I'll look truthfully when fibbing if I Flew in on a mission
The news is in the kitchen
This dude is non-existent
The brews are on the noobie
The pooch is in his prison like
Fuck
(8x)
Shit-tank bazooka mouth
Chewing on his bubblegum
One click to sniper down
Brew the coffee double rum
Cog is off the panzer track
Panties on his chandelier
They talk to me and answer back
Pop the top and hand him beers
Twenty-seven alphabet
Homies such an alpha male
He runs until he's outta breath
Bungee jumps to grab his mail
You’re something like an architect
Build me up to let me down
You’re fucking with my armament
Fill the cup and empty out
Build it up
Build it up
Build it up
Drink a bottle
(3x)
Build it up
Build it up
Drop it
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6. |
Paycheck
01:56
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Soon as I’m waking up
Need a little bit of money I don’t make too much
Make due with a pay cut saving a safe bet of cake when I make enough
Man I hate to rush
Dry like paint and a brush
High like facing a Dutch
Not into fibbing at all
My love? Smile on the face in the front
Made in the basement above
I’m nice, and I like making ‘em blush
Sick of whack shit, taken enough
Piggy back kids all faking the funk
You don’t gotta be naked to fuck
Or attract like opposite negative luck
Jump out of a shell with an egg and a cluck
Put an arm and a leg in to beg for a buck
Fuck that, man
What I gotta do to get it through to ya
Drive across-state just to get a paycheck
(2x)
Dollar a day don't make no sense
Spend in scale like fifty a month
Discount beer and the spliff don't end
Second I wake and the tip-toes touch
Ugh, really can't take too much
I ain't gonna take no less
Say they gonna pay you huh?
Ayo bet! Slip on shoes and a gravestone head
Why’s your face so blue
From 603 to 802
His whereabouts depend on which direction this tornado moves
I say today’s a new
I listen to the greatest hits
The men are getting dressed up well to talk about some naked chicks
Like fake titties, the forty-ounce is plastic now
The kids are dressing colorfully, the music has no classic sound
It's that teen spirit, they're sniffing like some Basset Hounds
I’ve never ended up in bathroom parties with my class of clowns
Hippy-stoner-boy is totally baked
Go with the flow I've ended up at every cove of the lake
Oh man
I’m tryna quit smoking again
A rare moment of insight that I sold to my friend
I said
You gotta wait a ways so go wild
You gotta make the day your own child
You can't hate the way you're brought up
You can't take away you're own style
(2x)
What I gotta do to get it through to ya
Drive across-state just to get a paycheck
(2x)
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7. |
Dog Years
03:48
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It’s been a couple dog years
Ninety-nine bottled up wall’s here
A solving all problem tall beer
The wad of cash- pockets; still knotted and fall near
I’m so happy you called dear
Come here sweetheart
The ball-court’s covered in street art
Bees all around, dogs bark at the beat cop
And to be honest, one cannot teach knowledge
You can do anything, nothing is ever complete promise
Compete, contest, preach, god bless
Eating too much and so we each got less
He’s off the beat path, the beat pad is stressed
Ctrl+Alt+Delete when you tweet your text
Got wounded at Salt Lick
Counted all the blues in the ball pit
Assuming you all did
Why you so blue in the ball-skin
I see your shoes under the stall, kid
Dude is an all-star
Truth is; the fruit don’t fall far
Fly like feathers and hot tar
In his weathering stock car
Better off headed to bar hop
Better start checking the clock more
Sock in a top drawer
Got ‘em all knocking a locked door
Talking in tongues, all provocative, ‘God, Lord’
All aboard, a la mode with me
Know the street code, keep a coat or you’ll freeze
And I’m walking in Russian
I’m talking and blushing
And saying things that’ll stop a discussion
Usually off at a function
I’m coughing a bunch
I’m tossing my lunch; I’ll eat it again
Speaking of talk shows
Ethan is not host
He ain’t a hotshot
Reeking of pot-smoke
Caesar with sardines
A seasonal frog-throat
Street keeps the car clean
He’s keeping his dog close
It's been a couple dog years
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