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(Verse 1)
Strung out like Mandolins
Fuck I manage to bandage em
Problematic scratches
Rapping rhyme schemes spastically
I'm actually an athlete,
If your passing me the gaseous hash leaf
I'lll race to face, nobody passing me,
If you asking me
I'm dying to lie 'bout six deep
I find me grimmey and scummy
From my churning tummy
To my epiderm that covers me
Suicidal company's
Running me stumbling,
My troubling jungle of thoughts
are doubling up
(Hook)
As I wish for this affliction
To be more of a fiction
Isolated self malignancy
Willingly killing me,
Addicted to hesitation
With a fixation on tomorrow
I break my laurels of morals,
I smoke, I pour up.
(Verse 2)
Naps'll be the death of me
Chard bonfires, awe inspired
Calm cyphers, all nighters
Especially
My time's spent selfishly
Are helping me
Time spent selfishly
Is helping me
Evaded the sun today
I hate it, I wanna stay
Alienated away from the
Fake faces I'm complacent for
"Please say more,"
What I wait for when my words
Work they way awkwardly outwards
Worthless worries ware me out
(Hook)
As wish for this affliction,
To be more of a fiction
Isolated self malignancy,
I'm willingly killing me,
Addicted to hesitation
With a fixation on tomorrow
I break my laurels of morals,
I smoke, I pour up.
As I wish for this affliction,
To be more of a fiction
Isolated self malignancy,
Willingly killing me,
Addicted to hesitation
With a fixation on tomorrow
I break my laurels of morals,
I smoke, I smoke
(Verse 3)
Fuck a diagnosis
I'll die smoking potent roaches
Hoping canibinoids' hypnosis
Nips this sick focus
Fuck a doctor's notice
Imma dock a blunt. To quote shit
POTUS Trump, "Nobody
Builds walls better than me"
Fuck immodest lips
Off a sip, liqu's cotton wicks
Logic and lodges bricks
To sit with me, the enemy
These serenity seeking tendencies
Rope me into lonesomeness
Hoping canibinoids' hypnosis nips
This sick focus quick
(Hook)
I wish for this affliction
To be more of a fiction
Isolated self malignancy
Willingly killing me,
Addicted to hesitation
With a fixation on tomorrow
I break my laurels of morals
I smoke, I p-
(Refrain)
Steadily medicated
Profusely with excuses
Loose-leaf heavily weighted
With proof Imma nuisance
Steadily medicated
Profusely with excuses
Loose-leaf heavily weighted
With proof Imma
(Bridge)
A mess intoxicated, just drowned
He was sedated when found
By the sound of escape
The sounds of tremble and bass
Bless the day he started
As an artist who's target's to
Brake his self hate
Can't wait, can't keep
(Hook)
Wishing for this affliction
To be more of a fiction
Isolated self malignancy
Willingly killing me,
Addicted to hesitation
With a fixation on tomorrow
I break my laurels of morals,
I smoke, I pour up
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Gotta Go
04:17
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(Hook)
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
Wrap it up like some lunch meats
Having us higher than bungies
My Backs can never be crunchy
Relax when I'm past blazed
Relapsing back to ashtrays
Facing encased grass blades
Drawn to drifting, drag race
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
Getting so lifted, the ground can't touch me
I gotta go cop me some
I gotta go cop me some
I gotta go cop me some
I gotta go
(Verse 1)
Scraping the caressed masons
Taking fresh vegetables
Never half baked
My edibles blessed with decibels
Jack hammers
Left you smacked in jammers
Wrapped fat like nanas
On ya ass, damn bruh,
Now ya can't stand up
Orange fur and crystalline life
Foreign purp on unlimited like
More to burn, pyromania
And ya blaming us for aiming up
Skyward like house shingles
Blunt in thumb without thimbles
Nimbus clouds on my tongue,
Im Young, loud, and sky lingual
(Hook)
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
Wrap it up like some lunch meats
Having us higher than bungies]
My Backs can never be crunchy
Relax when I'm past blazed
Relapsing back to ashtrays
Facing encased grass blades
Drawn to drastic drifting, drag race
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
Getting so lifted, the ground can't touch me
I gotta go cop me some
I gotta go cop me some
I gotta go cop me some
I gotta go
(Verse 2)
What's a level temperament?
Call me Benjamin's kite
Lit like Edison, my medicine's
Better than "Alright"
Even Jesus was left dead again so
When my lead is in sight
Spect my alphabet to flight
Bet Im begging to fight
Overlook us, you'll get broken up,
You'll set cooked up in pipes
Asses getting braised in grasses
Shoulda put up some signs
Get ya socks off my lawn
Popping off my locs getting long
There a lot in this bong
I cant stop before it's gone
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
Boxin the whip till it's stuffy
If Im coughing I'm lit, I must be
Lost in this zip, don't come for me
Looking at the cookies in my pouch
Rookies ignite this, they be out
Couch bound, cotton mouth
Floating over mountains now
Look down catch vertigo
Searching for the earth like, "where'd it go"
(Where'd it go)
Oh there it goes
Damn that drop's deep
Imma cop crop in heaps
I can't sober now
I need a whole 'nother pound and
(Hook)
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
Wrap it up like some lunch meats
Having us higher than bungies
My Backs can never be crunchy
Relax when I'm past blazed
Relapsing back to ashtrays
Facing encased grass blades
Drawn to drastic drifting, drag race
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
I gotta go cop me some Dutchies
Getting so lifted, the ground can't touch me
I gotta go cop me some
I gotta go cop me some
I gotta go cop me some
I gotta go
(Outro)
Dutch leaf laid round herbal sour
Duck when I spray my verbal showers
Fuck a lame pape, that's not how i burn flowers
Smoking so much, I forgot the the hour
Dutch leaf laid round herbal sour
Duck when I spray my verbal showers
Fuck a lame pape, that's not how i burn flowers
Smoking so much, I'm almost out of sour
Dutch leaf laid round herbal sour
Duck when I spray my verbal showers
Fuck a lame pape, that's not how I burn flowers
Smoking so much, I forgot the the hour
Dutch leaf laid round herbal sour
Duck when I spray my verbal showers
Fuck a lame pape, that's not how i burn flowers
Smoking so much, shit I'm out of sour
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(Verse 1)
With hollowed-out wallets
Watch him wild 'n and out like them wabbits
In Wallace and Grommet, Nommin'
Dollar slices right in to his stomach
His problems, they're too abundant
A dummy, running drunkly, stumbling unsound
Fucking around, loosing lumps of skunky
And not have it for another sack
At last, waves crash like cataracts
And laughing tracks double back to attack
And they fast to pack a bag like nomads
Only steps left, deceased he'll rest if he attempts to hold his breath
For the cameras and models to lust
Why is getting dollars up a common love,
Like a baller, bruh, bottoms up
In booths where bottles bust
He's spitting like a llama tongue
Cause when sipping from Raman cups
Listen, it gets ominous
Former followers dropping off
Hell be ill when he's filled with bills
but until he's sanitized
Analyzing,
Minimizing the fantasized
Eyes wide as he inscribes
Politicized rhymes
(Verse 2)
As the most potent poet flowing
His foes can hope to notice he's folding
But he's so much colder than the polar solstice
High like he's smoking a Boeing
He's zoning from rolling green growings
Here don't even know when he left yall broken and open
Like Logan with the adamantium
Killing him can't be done
With the stamina of a Tammy gun
So ante up
Get your chips in, y'all dry like a side of biscuits
His mission is to piss on your dishes
Sifting through y'all blithering rappers and y'all whispering
Feeling like a kid again with all this damn bickering
He's quicker than that liquor that hit ya
With your tummy on e
A spotter that withers litters of critters
Like Rick, that's LaDi
He got their bodies in a winter coat to slow his sicker flows
And he's bitter because he never coasts,
Like the Clippers home
(Verse 3)
Old porridge in his breath
With unfortunate steps
He elects to be scorned
Yet adorned for his sets
He can't afford to have less
Abhorrent, is your excess
But so boring the abyss
And unless he's upset
He affects the next
The rest settled in his step
Like a kettle at its best or
Metal that'll readily compress
It'll be stress
To belittle his riddled threats
Like the middle of a little kept flask
He's crass
So don't ask if he'll fast
Like pass up on your ass
Like accidentally grab
A pipe of grass and laugh
Act as if he happened
To start rapping and tapping
Racking em up and cracking
Called left pocket
So don't ask if he'll stop it
He's regarded as exalted
And from the farthest part of your yardstick
He's horrid as garlic
In the counts markets carpet
Or parted under some armpits
He's lonely past the target
And he's only just getting started
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Rattus Norvegicus
03:58
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(Verse 1)
I stroll in solitude
It's what I often do
A dub in the Dutch
I call it two
Am I allowed to groove
All of you
Collars in suits
I'd rather not bother you
But something smells fishy
Probably not otter food
So imma get audible!
Hear me? Imma get audible!
Ain't shit sweet like a hollow tooth
Be damned if I don't follow through
Our feet deep in the shallow pool
But on your side of the street
Adult swim in the condos
Through y'all windows, I see feasts
Y'all blind eyes turned
From behind your beige blinds
Sidewalk grime, pushed to crime
Liquor stores on our corners
A fifth or more
Not sure if we can afford
To floor past the precinct
Into schools that are decent
But boy, I'm off the deep end
And no it doesn't depend
On what you're believing in
I'm tired of weeping
Gentrify our avenues
Having new clubs at our expenses
So honestly,
I don't give a fuck who I'm offending
(Hook) x2
Ain't no rats in they trash bin
When walking past, like a has been
Burning grass and I'm ashing
The furnace is fast blasting
We're learning they laughing
They laughing, we're learning
We're learning, they're laughing
Ain't no rats in they trash bin
(Verse 2)
Y'all acting as if it's a tragedy
Magic, how'd this happened
Like poverty wasn't swept under
Rugs, mats, tapestry. Thunder
Storms pour on your floats
Born with more, hope you don't choke
On your platinum spackled spatula
But y'all still hazardous Draculas
Snatch up my Nouns and verbs verbatim
My adjectives agitate aggressors
My words are what you make em
And fly over the heads of lessers
Now, onto the next spurt
Turning heads so quick
You finna get nauseous and sick
I'm lit, Often coughing, equipped with a six bics. But
To the topic on hand,
Fuck a racial catalyst
Fuck a white ACTivist,
That's white with an asterisk
The type to act as if
Blactivist practices are
So blasphemous
Straddled higher than a saddled kid
Y'all damned us like that apple bit
Since the nation's Genesis
Blacks been busting blemishes
Blacks never had it effortlessly but
Blacks been pure excellence
If you're an ally, be one
Not all fabled, fee fum
Because yes, we be one
But we sip from different serums
(Hook) x2
Ain't no rats in they trash bin
When walking past, like a has been
Burning grass and I'm ashing
The furnace is fast blasting
We're learning they laughing.
They laughing, we're learning
We're learning, they're laughing
Ain't no rats in they trash bin
(Bridge)
I jotted these after crossing the street into poverty
What bothers me is gentrification ain't an oddity
Streets went bleached from their previous black
I guess theses people teaching some obedient rats
(Hook) x2
Ain't no rats in they trash bin
When walking past, like a has been
Burning grass and I'm ashing
The furnace is fast blasting
We're learning they laughing.
They laughing, we're learning
We're learning, they're laughing
Ain't no rats in they trash bin
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The Foolish Optimist
03:05
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(Verse 1)
Optics often optimistic
Quoting what I'm scoping
Ink cascaded onto pages
Lying, living what I'm hoping
Wishing to miss
These struggles surrounding
This idealist's pop
Of this cysts is resounding
Pink side of my lids
Telling me anecdotes
Fueled by candy smoke
Sweets rolled tight like pantyhose
I blow windows into the past
I got portals in my ashtray
Thinking of a time
I wasn't thinking 'bout my last day
Pocket with a quarter
Unaffordable water
Arizonas and Hugs
Corn syrup, my love
You tell me to be above
When this system so grave
I don't value your love
I don't want to be saved
With sips, seconds shaved
I see quality poverty
Killing blacks in their youths
“Buy our product please”
Flashbacks to knapsacks
Pre-hashtags, when snapbacks
were all that and four bags
of Fritos were a buck
(Verse 2)
“Free those negros locked up”
That shit never crossed my mental
As a lil gentle tot
I see now, that my corpus is a rental
It vacants for the bullets
From the cops who done pulled it
It ain't never a full clip
Self defense, they done ruled it
You can tell me I'm foolish
When I plea for ignorance
I want to be taken a time
When I was on the fence
About my favorite hue
Was it blue or was it red?
Should I wear this black?
Or would I end up shot dead?
Doubts I never said
I would never get 'em
But, with all this hate I see
Now, how I could ever forget 'em
But I oughtta, 'cause this water
Shit still ain't up in my breath
Fucking Hugs can't assist me
If I ain't got no life left
Cop the bodily autopsy
Prolly spot a few drops in me
Prop up atrocities for all to see
I'd be trending on all y'all feeds
All these ideas
Let me cry my tears
I'm twenty and I'm black
I've only got five years
(Verse 3)
Moving a few glocks
To new cops
Soon the news'll drop
Two shots, a dude drops
I knew Fox, plotting so rotten
Tightening noose knots
Got a tar to clean up
Who brought the broom, mop
Fiends who trot to skew a true loss
Of a kid in tube socks
Who had do die, man
In front of a jewel shop
He was a rocking juke box
When his tune stopped
But watch Fox stop to gossip
"Did he have his tool cocked?"
At the fault of the unruly tot
In his schools he fought
Against the rules they taught
Like he's a fools with brutish thoughts
His tooth would spew a sparks that flew
Into a few clueless hearts
"The All Lives Crew"
Talking 'round the newly chalked
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Gotta Go [Instrumental]
04:17
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