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Is it wrong to be grateful for the things I'll never know
I don't think so, no I don't think so
I'm far away no stones throw
The waves in the gutter could never hit me, no
Rollin 'till I'm stoned, wish I was given direction
Rollin 'till I'm stoned, rollin 'till I'm stoned
Rolling stone
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Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, shit! (Shakin n bakin)
Hold this shit, sit in this fucking chair (Yea, yea)
(Aye, yea, huh)
I almost fucking fell
What happened, what happened
Hypersonic, smokin chronic, love the tonic
Come up off it, need to stop it, need to stop it
Xanny bar hittin hard, I don't need it
I won't sell it, need a profit, I fucking lost it
Happy home, live alone
Take a fucking chrome right to my dome
I don't even know what the fuck is goin on
What's happenin to me
My fucking brain is schizophrenic
And I cope with this when I reminisce
I need more of this I need more of this
Till I choke on this and that liquor spills from my lips
My lil niche
And I cope with this when I reminisce
I need more of this I need more of this
Till I choke on this and that liquor spills from my lips
My lil niche
Sobriety never cured my anxieties
Of never reachin a higher me
Sever my head to be lighter see
Distasteful irony all the [Redacted] rivalries
Only fade when we all face cases of liquor and leaves
The mixture will cease (Cease) to fix tendencies (Cease)
Of pictures of nines (Nines) aiming straight at me
I'd sail seven seas (Cease), sense six I've believed
A fifth of all water intoxicates me (Oh no)
Four, three, two, one
Like to believe my depression has lessened
Truth is I'm blue as the hue of an eye of a cocky me
Pre-adolescence, lessons are more like vessels
That ship-wreck over the mention
That I could be doing better
Whether the weather was better, doubt never ever
I tried to hoist the sails of a settler, choice of endeavor
But the ropes untie and I fall to the floor
Should've kept my ass a scout, can't tie knots anymore
I need it
And I cope with this when I reminisce
I need more of this I need more of this
Till I choke on this and that liquor spills from my lips
My lil niche
And I cope with this when I reminisce
I need more of this I need more of this
Till I choke on this and that liquor spills from my lips
My lil niche
Loco motive, bad intentions, back strokin no intervention
Obsession, undressin, dip in the pool but I'll never relapse
Relax, these ain't capsules, I ain't an asshole
I never popped one, rather unravel all of the knots
'For I show you these spots that I climb through
Heaven is my hell if I can never find you
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3. |
Bikini Bottom (sick boy)
03:02
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Home again for the moment then I was feelin like Earl
Lonely when I gotta go again to beaches no pearls
But the sand between the curls of my feet
I feel defeated when I'm off the concrete
Playin for keeps I'm not a player nor cheat
A trip like a sheet laid out so you can't speak
Bikini bottoms up
I been chasin liquor instead of ladies lately
No baby can phase me I'm rockin seas in the navy
Not talkin [Redacted] I am just the product of raining
Terror on myself like King Midas
Blowin out my sinus till my [Redacted] reign righteous
I'd sacrifice what's priceless for my people like ISIS
Maybe that's the issue
Blowin through another pack of tissue
Promising my friends that I'll see them again
And if I reach the ends of another box
Might as well come through without you
Kickin boots no socks
Because I'm burning man what I be earning
Dam stops the flow and what I'm deserving am
Not of only because it's above my head
It's where all the water has led
I'm burning man what I be earning
Dam stops the flow and what I'm deserving am
Not of only because it's above my head
Sometimes I swear Ref would've been on by now
If I hadn't kept starting over
Like we got bad engines in our Benzes and Rovers
Bad facts is we older and we might be bolder
But we ain't got the ball rollin
We just moldin in the corner of the U.S.A.
Parallel but across from
The hip-hop hooray's very birthplace
So we ain't no NYC nor with no NWA
But PNW has formulating waves, formation in a cave
We ain't sleep for days, cookin up formulas
You got no fish fillet, epidemy of waves rain drops
Like we got drip to save whether it's formals to raves
We abnormal in the best way
You say no saving grace when there's a bag to chase
I say stay smooth, ooze icing on the cake
I say make moves, not like the Reef beneath waves
But the man who be getting the beats made
But I be burning man what I be earning
Dam stops the flow and what I'm deserving am
Not of only because it's above my head
It's where all the water had led
I'm burning man what I be earning, damn
Stops the flow, what I'm deserving am
Not of only because it's above my head
It's where all the water has led
Where the water had led
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88%
01:31
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There's a spark in the dirt but I stand my ground
Like what's it worth if I unearth more hurt
Work just to shovel all of it back down
Hellhound back to the pound
Hell knows damn well I'd rather drown
Before I break that dam, shake that hatred jammed
My Name Is Mud not Sam
And it'd flow with no method, grow with no septic
Vibe check to my throat, you get it
Think I'd choke until my head split
Caught in the net no filter
I need a sitter when I feel sicker
My will to contain begins to flicker
My war with myself I'm ready to end, ready to end
Ready to end
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Rocket man, I am
Standing on the dark side of the moon
Never realized how far I ran
But I don't plan on landing anytime soon
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Callisto v.2
04:44
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My stars always die in the nighttime
And fade away, 'till there's no more memories
And sometimes I get sick of the highlife
But ecstasy, will wear off with the day
I'm in no need of no nightlight
But you shine beautiful and you shine unusual
Breaking through, break into my cubical
But why are my holes my biggest highlights
Of everything, a depression in its way
My stars always die in the nighttime
And fade away, 'till there's no more memories
And sometimes I get sick of the highlife
But ecstasy, will wear off with the day
The filling of a hollow place will stretch the space
The feeling don't follow me when I'm all alone
Do you feel like calling me? No sellin/cell in apologies
No bothering, except the hold of a cold line in steal
If E.T. can't phone home, no words will break my bones
If E.T. can't phone home, no words will break my bones
My stars always die in the nighttime, and fade away
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Walter (Quiet Mix)
04:14
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Ima do a bad bitch walk
Sunshine don't show through my back pocket
Glad bag used to use it unwrap
And in my hand I held my rocket
I'm sad, but ima do a bad bitch walk
Bad bitch walk, bad bitch walk, walk, walk
I never met the man first hand
But [Redacted] said she got this can from [Redacted]
And ima confuse my stance
Blow my fuse right in my pants
They don't really know where I stand, cuz I don't
I'm on my hands bouta throw up my chance
She said "boy you blew it, I ain't a fan"
Screw it I got my candle light
I'm in my birthday suit tonight
Threw off my socks like my sandal tight
I'm on my own love handle like
I wake up with a chance, but step outside I can't
Get too reckless cuz then I'm left sexless
Guess I gotta act alright, hope I don't show through mime
Cuz I'm sad, but ima do a bad bitch walk
Sunshine don't show through my back pocket
Glad bag used to use it unwrap
And in my hand I held my rocket
I'm sad, but ima do a bad bitch walk
Bad bitch walk, bad bitch walk, walk (walk), walk (walk)
"Boy you gotta lotta talk for a toy that's been shot"
Said "I got myself" and I try that stealth
When I begin to melt right through my glass
Fall right back lookin like an ass, that's that flash
That's that pass "do I gotta pass back?"
Let me reach my goal but that's not my point
You don't gotta blow this joint
Or bend back words when I got no shot
She hand's me one like it's on the rocks
We break that ice like a two-tone that's too light
I thought I blew it but then she bite...then I lose track
"Are you alright?" "No not really"
Guess she think that's wack
"Foo you gotta lotta talk for a tool with no shot"
Guess I left that strap, and now I'm sad
But ima do a bad bitch walk
Sunshine don't show through my back pocket
Glad bag used to use it unwrap
And in my hand I held my rocket
I'm sad, but ima do a bad bitch walk
Bad bitch walk, bad bitch walk, walk, walk
Guess I can't sell it, I'm no cool kid I'm a felon
Ain't no booboo ain't no tellin but I hit that shit at 7:11
Lick like dip in her jaw, stick that hit that raw
Think I've been here before
Get caught up in it like net again
They say I move for attention, but I wanna feel tension
Or just feel something, man I wanna feel something
Like I can't do this function
(Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right, left, right)
Bad bitch walk, bad bitch walk, bad bitch walk
Bad bitch walk, bad bitch walk, bad bitch walk
Bad bitch walk, bad bitch walk, bad bitch walk
Bad bitch walk, walk, walk, walk, bad bitch walk, walk
(Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right, left, right, right right right left)
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sell urself (Intro)
02:29
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Can I sell off my [Redacted] or should I settle for the wine
Can I afford another session therapy with a mic
A self-defense mechanism glorifying my life
Cuz my heart in obsession steady flee from your sights
Blow the feelings myself, only choke on the top shelf
So I rode the bar like the seats taken till I'm feeling myself
Too much pressure I felt from my friends pressin me
Just to be myself, good weed huh? good weed huh?
Good weed huh? Good weed huh? Good weed huh?
Good weed huh? I needa, I needa, good week huh
Count back my blessings till I lose track of time
Gotta ask what's mines
Cuz the best of my possessions always retract from rhyme
Or reason to have like my ass can't add
And I could talk out it but I guess I'd feel bad
Rather lie out my ass like my tongue in my cheek
Said more seconds then it starts to reek
Feelings love to play a game of hide-and-go-seek
Shite I don't leak, sites so deep, and I don't expose myself
To the world but I let it come to me
Can I sell off my [Redacted] or should I settle for the wine
Can I afford another session therapy with a mic
Wear my sleeve with it intention/in tension
Roll it up until the night
Cuz my heart in obsession steady flee from your sights
Spotlight, spotlight, spotlight, spotlight, spotlight
Spotlight, spotlight, spot, light, stop light, stop, go
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alt27 (Instrumental)
02:52
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12. |
starshine (Instrumental)
02:05
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