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1. |
Sleeper
02:42
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[Verse 1]
Waking up beside the cousin of sleep
Discussing my week with the mirror, brushing my teeth
Dozens of dreams cataloged in my notes scattered on
My covers and sheets, rummaging at the crack of dawn
Through crumpled receipts for pills to tap the damn alarm
I either feel knackered or a need to keep a dagger drawn
In fact, if I tagged along and sang a happy song
Perhaps we could find some common ground for dancing on
As it stands I’m on some other shit
Another kid rancid, wrong, handle gone, vandal on trampled lawn
Man, swear I’ll get my blessings soon
Staring at a crescent moon, beware of when a hairy adolescent bloom
Very messy room, carpet is stained
Watching the particles, rain drops in the yard and my brain stops
And a strange thought enters my head
Something waits on the end of my bed
[Hook]
Looking for your cereal bowl
Rolled outta bed, scribbling your dreams into notes
Low profile, flow vile, nefarious goals
I’ll carry your material soul - to the land of nod
Looking for your cereal bowl
Rolled outta bed, scribbling your dreams into notes
Low profile, flow vile, nefarious goals
I’ll carry your material soul - Sleeper
[Verse 2]
Scatterbrained and panicked trying to ascertain
Fact from fake when shit I see don’t show in camera frames
Having strange happenings happen day after day
Shadows dance ballet, prance and play as I glance away
Walking in a trance past the morning bus
No shortage of my little phantasmagorias
An elongated figure stands at my door at dusk
And when it tries to twist the handle, I force it shut
Talks timidly, pretty broads tend to leave
In his proximity, fishy thoughts finicky
Dizzy, lost in his dreams, spitting coughing and screaming
At demons when he’s leaving his sleep and
Waking up at 10, I make a cup again
Pick up a pen and write what I remember on my covers when
A sudden stench interrupts the jotting
I look up and see a green face I’ve often seen in dream states, chuckling
[Hook]
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2. |
Deadman
03:04
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[Hook]
He heaves a sigh, squeeze his eyes, speaks in rhymes easy
Freezing nights CD's by speaker's sider
Sleeper trying to dream sweeter than a piece of pie, peachy
Ideally, mind clearly dry, waking like he nearly died, feeling (shite)
[Verse 1]
Rest to the wakeful
Heads to the table, yes I’m an angel, bless
And I feel for you Sleeper, I’ve seen all the dreams which
Remembrance of makes you upset
(What does it all mean?) Well don’t worry your little head
I’ll take care of it, shit I said I’m a spirit and I was sent from the heavens
Or yeah whatever, a pleasure and you can call me Seven
Go to bed I’ll be here whenever you all depressing
Yes, and the dream eater hungers
Beasties and monsters, keep Sleeper's comforts
CD's for songbirds, trapped in a dry voice
Back stiff and eyes moist, dancing to white noise
Relax, shit, kick back, sit catatonic
And calm the fuck down, here kid have a comic
Always spitting in em catastrophic winds
Trying to catalogue events, doesn’t have a lot of friends
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I’m not an apparition, that’s a given
As I can slap a kid for standing there and staring at me different
Yeah, I’m in your room, you think I need a damn permission?
Stammering impaired and panicking won’t answer shit and
Man, what is this mess, oh
You left notes on your desk, robes and bed clothes, I guess those
Scrawled in led, show your stress, hold a sec though
We just met so, I’m Seven like I said and
Presto, I’m here to help, be yourself, don’t doubt, agree
Weird as hell appearance, well, it's merely just an outfit see
I'm an outer being, actually, interacting with a thousand scenes
Latching onto lousy dreams you’re having to devour and feed
It’s boring really, the point is, I’m more than willing
To help a friend and what I am is, well, irrelevant
Medicine for tortured visions, eminent support and listen
Denizens of tenements don’t get to pick their torch, it’s given
[Outro]
Rest to the wakeful, heads to the table (x2)
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3. |
Unsightly
04:03
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[Intro]
I'm closing all of my curtains
Putting circumstantial thoughts into words and
Um... I keep tossing and turning
Wonder how to make myself more of a positive person
I guess I'm in the process of learning
Conversing concepts in front the faucet, I'm certain
Introspection’s important
Or could call it coercion, grounded, scoffing at birds and-
[Verse 1]
I'm a product of my environment, faulty merchandise
And false marketing, still uncommercialized
Targeting an audience of mannequins in theater seats
Carving them with perty smiles, flattering appeal to me
But - I'm not a puppet, I'm a real boy
The bottom of the bucket bought a prominence of nil, void
As a lil' boy, killed time with real cunning
Stuck steel in sockets just to fucking feel something
Mom, I wanna be a rockstar
Gilderoy Lockheart, pockets full of copper and a poptart
Hopping in the boxcar of Pandora, lock jawed
And anxious when asked 'bout a band or a pop song
(What's wrong?) I don't know, many things
Already treading very thin ice I'm not the nicest
But I try, and if I could I'd write with every limb
Inside of an aquarium, I'm making waves and drowning in work
[Hook]
What the fuck was normal again
Ignore the dents on my table, phrasing vorpal against
The jabberwocky, can of coffee as my helmet in battle
And a belt full of packets of sugar for all the blends
What the fuck was normal again
I'm stressing, you can tell it from the way I'm holding my pen
Excessive thinking to the brink of blinking sounding loud
As shouting, trying to drown it out but I don't think it's going to end
[Verse 2]
Everywhere I go I see my walls
Maybe cause I don't go anywhere at all, dissolve my many cares
In drawing, falling on my bed in tears and balling
With teddy bears, where do I see myself in 20 years
Making it doing music is less a Rubik's cube
And more a coin flip, where making ladies loins drip
And moist is a crucial move, poignant moody dude
Rather take a chance than be appointed to a cubicle
Uhh... My spirit animal is a crow
Pump my body full of mineral water when alone
Trying to fill a hole with a twitter post, I considered
For like a minute despite my pride in writing shit in
Code, so you have read between every line
Streaming Adventure Time and feeling I’m very fine
For real, on a quest to find legendary rhymes
Defeat the demon, free the people and- oh nevermind
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Jealousy is ugly but
Celebrate and love me, I never get enough sleep, my bed is getting dusty
As an archaic broom, stargazing, playing DOOM
We can parlay if bizarre tastes are okay with you
I’m talking paint in spoons, utilize my tongue-brush
Pronto, a calm flow euthanize your humbug
Jon Doe, kinda wish I lived in Toronto
Like - Scott Pilgrim, my watch killing my time though
Fucking hate responsibilities and growing up
Somber feelings open up my throat, I feel like throwing up
For a moment, float above the clouds then coming down again
Sea level, fuck, I’ll drown again, I’ll drown again, I’ll drown again
I just wanna be around my friends
Maybe move in to be roomies, tho I don’t know how to rent
I’ll figure it out I guess, apologies if I sound depressed
The problem is, I’m awful at wrapping my head around my stress
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4. |
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[Intro]
I have no need for your oxygen
Breathing is toxic and wheezing I'm coughing phlegm
Dream living opulent
Serene visions dominant, I mean shit is fraudulent...
[Hook]
Sleep sealing my eyes shut, the blinds up
And light shines a wide white spot on my clock
Ticking, open one eye, cyclops
Listening a while, protagonist of my life caught in a side plot
[Sin7ven - Verse 1]
Sick of trying to organize my mind with the sorting hat
Forging tracks, where the blight my nine and three quarters at?
Watch your step, marauder’s map, when I see distorted facts
I call ‘em that, of course, am I blind or is the morning black?
Resort to force, pinch my tired eyelids to sort ‘em back
Exploring damp, warped corners of my psyche, torch in hand
To light the way, nightly byte adventures in the cyberspace
Make me feel some type of way like taking pills and live grenades
[Hook]
[Disjointed - Verse 2]
take my hand to candy land, we’ll look at all the candy people
standing in a circle chanting trying to abandon evil
eagle tattered, wings are fractured, bleeding seeps
diseased and shattered, stagger through hazards, placard patterens lathered with fecal matter
dusty keys played with a sad tune,
the pianist melancholily works to create what he has to
and hates on the fact too, passion derived came and went
as he got payed by impatient demands soon
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Frivolous affections, my ambivalent perception
Is a prison and I guess I feel a little less connection
With the visions and delirium, bit into mysterious
Confection just to see if it was virulent
Listen, I don’t care a bit while parrots still live in fear of some pyramids
Empirically, you parakeets are parodies, apparently
Praying, preaching to choirs believing in liars
Kneeling, feeling the fires eating attire seeping with kerosine
[Hook]
[Disjointed - Verse 4]
tenderfooted, the end of couldn’t, the men are hooded
serendipitous lurid colors burst from my pen that’s wooden
write slower than snails swallowing sea shells
stomach acid melting the surface all of you thieves sell
A grievous bystander, quietly slipping grotesque
types of slander, see me wielding a Zweihänder
swines pampered by standard parent figures
meander quicker and quicker before having my crimes answered
[Hook]
[Sin7ven - Verse 5]
My mixtape is fireflies, pitch changes, tired nights
Ink stains on prior whites, switchblades and cyanide
To kids taking my advice, stick nails inside your eyes
The hip shaking witch dating, shit saying silent type
You idolize, my oh my, what a fucking joke he is
I hope he gets what’s coming to him, low key prolly choking chicks
Awoke at six, fixed my broken lips and twisted character
Shadows on the wall quoting, whispering my parent’s words
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5. |
Boxcutter
03:42
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[Verse 1]
Dashing outta bed I’m rather late for my classes
It’s pain in the ass I’d rather rather lay on my mattress
When a teacher ask a question I’m like Sway with the answers
Day to day in a trance his brain escaping to stanzas
Striding, with a beat in his headphones
Repeating steps leading beaten tedious dead roads
X don't mark the spot it tells you where to be
Selling ketamine and weed, - bet I'm settling my beefs
Steady stepping on his sheets, ready! Tekken on the streets
Any second on his knees, get him begging on a leash, please
I don't give a shit it's pretty clean and simple dawg
Y'all are mental if you really deem you fit the squad
Aww shit I made it in time
Evaded explaining em why I’m late and pacing, making up lies
The blatantly faking pagan reprobate in disguise
Wait, what was the class again? - Aight, I’ll have to ask a friend… Right?
[Hook]
I learned how to write pretty in cursive text
Burn a test and scientifically word a sext
Pioneer it, bite lyrics and serpent heads
The bio: I like titties and worship death
On my way to my wonderland
Head pressed against the desk, playing with the cutter, man
I hold the blade like a lover’s hand
I hold the blade like a lover’s hand
[Verse 2]
Tapping to clattering the shackle on my leg makes
Thinking ‘bout a magnum, put a black hole in my headspace
I’m just kidding though, and shit I’d skip the rigmarole
Like, pistols ain’t a thing I hold, I’d slit my throat before that
Forecast: pouring, storm chance more and rising up
Snorlax, in the back of the class, tired as fuck
Water dripping down the window that I sit beside
I’m mystified by distant lightning as the clock is killing time
And as the teacher yammers on I think of other things
Caught up my thoughts until she’s asking me how summer’s been
And I wanna try to seem discreet
So I lie between my teeth, like it was nice and peachy sweet
I don’t think she buys it, aight at least I tried it
Eyelids sliding down, lightning strike outside in violet
Despite of sound trying catch the light and color
Ask his silent lover why she always blurry, in a hurry
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Someone shakes me awake at lunchtime
Make my way to a table, I’m jaded, tongue tied
The kitchen prolly thinks we love the taste of dung flies
Aight... I’m a jolly ray of sunshine
Reflected off the blades of swung knives
Wonder what a cut away of our inhaling lungs like
‘S like I’m trying to juggle my internal organs
Fire in my belly, suffer nigh infernal torments
But beyond exaggeration
My attitude is bad in need of constant calibration
On that balance shaking act, stumble into class
Hands, fumble in my pants, cash crumpled in my hands
Mans trying to eyeball me, rhymes all he needed
Trying to kill my habits but they die hard, a phoenix
5 stars, high bars, by far the meanest
The style turns the Nile red and skies dark in Egypt
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6. |
Flies In His Stomach
03:07
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[Hook]
In silence, I can hear the buzzing
Flies crawl and frolic, trying not to vomit, ‘s like
I’d like my mind to clear and function
Lights off, his pockets light, scoffs sardonic spite
[Verse 1]
I feel my hands tremble as I leave the class, temple
Burning, churning stomach, vomit stirring, sir
I’m fine, heart on my sleeve, wear a lot of turncoats
Slurring words, early bird, paradox a wormhole
Terracotta urn flow
Headphones blaring out the Pharoahe Monch - Internal
Affairs, trying to turn diurnal, screw it
Eyes purple, staring in the rhyme journal, lucid
Head spinning maybe from the stressing mess
Should I even try to make it to the lesson
Yes? Oh, guess so, head low, running through
Hallways, all day, headphone plug is loose
Klepto, stealing all this thunder
Keeling over slumber so he feeling low and under
Scheming on the dola, hope I’m meeting all the quota
Soma bleeding on the sofa, ceiling weeping on my coda, leaking
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Next morning, stretch yawning, wanna fly a rocket ship
To mars and shit like fuck the world and father the apocalypse
Solipsist, in squalor sits upon the biggest ball of spit
Somber, pale, Undertale talking y’all can call him Frisk
Cuz, I keep dying and stuff
Lighter fluid doesn’t do it, someone fire me up
Acquire a tire iron and knock some sense in me
The ride on the bus quiet across the dense city
Idly watch vipers and doves, my head dizzy
And mind in the mud, lights from a cop reflect pretty
Inside of the bus, trying to stay - awake
Brain makes a break, flying away - to space
Stray cat crossing the road
Met a Maybach, flames crack, coughing the smoke
And the stray cat, pace black paws in the snow
Cat’s posture, it froze, when the flame lashed monster approached
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I jerk into awareness, almost missing my stop
Barely walking, hauling legs across the thick of the fog
Make it to the gates and wade through all the giggling mobs
Skips in my odd memories often imprison my thoughts
And I find myself in places that I didn’t know I went to
Fidgeting the filter spitting rhythm flowing phlegm through
Trying make it to class and jazz
A kind of deja vu pass and I half think I’m going mental
The teacher asks how my summer was
I wonder what to tell her when the bell repel my tongue and thus
All of us depart for lunch but I’m bothered by the question
Psyche trembling slightly, right, this summer was...
I - can’t remember, something strange occurs
Faces blur, I pull the boxcutter out and pace unnerved
Point the blade impatient at the shape changing
Students on all fours that crawl towards my legs before I pass out
[Outro]
Then I remember lights and sirens playing damn loud
And I woke up to the smell of black coffee, in a white room...
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7. |
VII
01:15
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Mom and dad in heaven, I hope you’re both listening
Today I think I met an angel but his robes were missing
And he dressed in red instead of white which isn’t very christian
But he helped me with my dreams and visions that I told you about
And I think he’s given me a gift although I’m holding doubts
I smiled again, which hasn’t happened for a while, I’m spent
Tired and I’m sorry that haven’t prayed in like forever
The nightmares were exacerbated, maybe I was never
A believer and just acting saint for the sake of convenience
Faith tended to seem mendacious since you passed away
But maybe Seven really is an angel and I’m saved
And you’ll be waving at me at the magic gates of daddy space
At least the dreams are less frequent recently
He says that he eats them while I’m sleeping so I don’t need to see them
And - I’m speaking about the angel again, sorry
I think I should go now, prolly... Amen
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8. |
Personality Test
03:12
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[Intro]
Doc: It’s called a Rorschach test.
I want you to tell me what you see in these pictures, can you do that for me?
[Hook]
What do you see? What do you see?
What do you see in these inkblots come on and be
Honest to me, speak on I wanna help ya
Build a bridge, and to fix you a shelter (uhh…) (x2)
[Verse 1]
I see a pair of feather wings
You sweater wearing, leather chaired, embarrassing
Holier than thou loud mouth phony
I’m only here to lounge, bow down homie
I’m not schizophrenic and I don’t need evangelists
I have my own angel, you can blow me like candle wicks
Your last supper’s with the crow eating gamblers
I’m so freaking dope, leaking flows, keeping vandalous
Okay... Let’s get this stupid test over with
Puking, head sobering, losing zeds over it
Recently I’ve been seeing ‘em dreams in flesh
I don’t know what to believe even leaving bed
And the order of events doesn’t always seem to match right
I prolly sound crazy, but the hallways fricking mad bright
Man, I hide in shadows like a corvus in the black night
Rather try the gallows than be tortured with a flashlight
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
They started a little after the day of the crash
I figured that’s normal maybe if I’d wait it’d pass
Numb, begun marking down the dreams I started to have
Hearken, barking at the bark I carved heart in the past
On, the wrong tree, long weeks, bargained with wrath
Fears, tears, hears shadows in the parking lot laugh
Till a weird man appeared hand extended in friendship
Seven, very eccentric colored scarlet and grass
And since he made himself known the dreams have gotten less frequent
And I’ve seen the mental needles on my bed leaving
I don’t even know, capiche? I’m so tired
At least the flow fire I feast on foes ire
Released um- rap game One Punch Man
Wax brain hacks make humdrum jams
Tongue done lashed out
Mastered the fast mouth, bastard, the class clown, Pennywise, and he rhymes
[Hook]
[Outro]
Boomslang man you can't hang with the snakes
Fucking with a serpent you get fangs in your face
You can gimme any test and I'll fill in every question
And finish but I guess trying to sample my brains - is just dumb
Seven: Yeah Sleeper, don’t listen to this clown, he’s bad for you.
C’mon, let’s get out of here, I know what you need.
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9. |
Moonwater ft. Mawthra
03:26
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[Sin7ven - Verse 1]
Fuck you in the face bitch, taste this
I’m fly like seduction on a spaceship
Mass affection, adolescent bragging babbling
Dabbling with this rapping business, smacking spitters tacky swagger man he flexing
Parselspeaking, darling teasing charming demon
Carving pentagrams in every vag I mark with semen
Fucking hard as being cis on tumblr
I piss on dumb girls, the diss list, this big spreads arms
Everyone inform Dead his head’s large
Forehead got stretch marks, vortex of flex bars
Stored in his shed with the warheads and XLR forming a web
Recording his next text arc
Eurgh, fuck it, I spat like a bucket
Put my fucking hand up your ass like a muppet
Coveting the ass can’t stop it
Into vampire fangs damn pu pucker up pucker up and suck it
[Mawthra - Verse 2]
Fuck it, pass me that satellite milk
and my appetite filled imma satisfied shill
candlelight spilt as the sacrifice killed
aint an acolyte built to battle my ilk
im a monsta but my rappin devine
just passin the time smack slags back in time
imma a hybrid thing both dragon and fly
i spread my wings and blacken the sky
I cant remeber the last time
my liver has passed wine but liqour was last night
considered my past crimes just figured id blast rhymes
until these mutherfuckers figure out that its cash time
ooooh bitch i know you wanna go home
ooh no we aint fuckin leavin till our flow gold
ohh ho we gone fuckin see what your dome hold
put you ass breath brass necks in a choke hold
[Sin7ven - Verse 3]
Blabbermouth rapping loud, stagger bladder packed
Slapping cows, scallywag, bragging, blacking out
Napping in a cadillac in traffic, fatty macking
Baggy pants sagging baddy back in action now
My brain’s fucking haywire
And I feel like I’m Lain ‘cause I stay wired
Gimme that money and I’ll make it rain fire
On a lame liar, maintain flames in the tummy
Turn your bitch made verses into spit takes
Fishface spitters getting cursors on their clickbait
As a kid scratching his rhymes in the sand
Trying to master his basilisk pineal gland
Oh no morose flows froze his foes toes
Ghost wrote for coco, most folks don’t know though
Smoke the globe in four tokes, toast the ozone
Roving ronin poke holes in hoes’ kimonos
[Mawthra - Verse 4]
and what you dont know it wont hurt ya
but what will is knowin our sole purpose
blowin the whole purch' aint goin to no church
aint goin to soul search we closin the whole curtain
ho better back up out my face bitch
the snakes that i came with the same that'll break kids
the snake that i taste with the same that i flame with
the same that'll claim that your lame figures aint shit
ha im done with this ruckus
runnin this coven's fuckin been fun but
fuckin miss muffet up in this cubbard's
somethin my stomach's done begun lovin
god damn man the sound is automatic
when every single faggot round the town that wants to rap is
cashed in aint nobody down to drop the past when
every single sound up out my mouth is problematic
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10. |
Whateverness
02:41
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[Disjointed - Hook]
Little spiders on the world wide web
On the world wide web, on the world wide web, on the world wide web
My word, my word, on the world wide web
Little spiders, brittle spiders
[Verse 1]
The world is my puke bag
News flash, rude ass youth passed too fast
Laying on bluegrass spacing, dawn flew past
In a moon drank and booze can induced trance
Later wakes, in his bed, major pains, in his head
Vaporwave, internet, razor blades interject
808’s, heartbreaks, saving face, parlays, cigarettes
Darn shame they ain't really give effect
Grab my ample fix of fantasies at breakfast
After eating, back to being a parasitic mess, get
Back into my bed, red eyes it's not the haze
Neighbours playing something loud as sound that a copter makes
Tucked away, forever, may thy be never found
Go away life, I explained why I ain't around
Today and now see, I'll leave the house when a cow leaps
Over the moon, browsing, loading em toons, drowsy
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Phone off, taking no calls, don’t write me either
I’m busy trying to find a feeling to put inside the speaker
And figure out the bitter doubts constricting my behavior
Writhing anger, biting fingernails, nails, nails
Hanging by a tiny anchor, while the whales, whales, whales
Passing by, unhappy spiders slander snails, snails, snails
Frail, baggy gaze he lackadaisical
Dabbling in painting, masquerading as relatable
I really don't care, anymore I don't care
Terraform a moon, I wanna move on it alone where
I'll stare into the sun, and have immeasurable fun
Fuck whoever Alice is, all my questions will be gone
Fuck you Seven, it's whatever
Sorry parents, it's whatever, fuck you everyone who ever lived, I'll perish it's whatever
I'm done caring, shit, feeling anything is embarrassing
I don't care a bit...
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11. |
Spring Rain ft. fo1006
02:20
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[Verse 1]
You're so brave the way you say stuff at a microphone
Inside your home, play it and then put it on the internet
Looking out the window checking weather must be nice and all
When both your eyes are kinda like kaleidoscopes and mind a long
Lightning rod, you rhyme and draw...
(Yeah but I have to. I'm not really good at anything else)
Honestly, you're so creative and I'm jealous when
I could never sing, draw or do something as embarrassing
(Have you tried?)
(...)
No, I know my armor very thin
And sparring, never parry swings, so a fairly dim
Future is ahead I think
When I'm near convinced I'll just grow a pair of wings from a momentary wind
And hit a shooting star
Or something like a moving car, you’re so lucky to be productive enough at doing art
I don’t mean to come off sucky-uppy
But Dreamsomnia was fucking lovely, I think snoozing on your music’s wrong
So the reason you’re so odd and moody
Eludes me, you been prolly locked in your room watching the horror movies
Too often, only reply with a nod when
I compliment a song, I get it I guess you don’t wanna talk, being rude to me
[Verse 2]
Um, sorry? Is my mouth working?
Mouth check one two three, I’m not a loud person
I hope I don’t come off as a proud jerk when persons get
Personal my words don’t work with certainty
And I swear I’m freaking out internally, don’t take it personally
I’m a person, see, the nerves of steel not firm as your belief
Prefer the cursor clicks and words traversing circuitry
You might infer the rhyming words won’t work conversing, we
Burgundy, hooded up
Thanks for saying I’m good at stuff, I’d be blushing if I had blood gushing from heart throbs
But I don’t mean to write only dark songs
If you’re feeling low, I’ll high five your arms off, scar palms
My lip stay busted
And the spit taste rusted in the spring rain, I been waiting
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12. |
Astronaut
02:40
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[Hook]
When I grow up I wanna be an astronaut
So I can take all of my friends to the moon
And maybe date a lady shooting star, ask her out
Watching 80’s anime to the noon
On a space couch, in a based space house, spaced out
Face down, bae’s blouse sways ‘round space clouds
When I’m writing you might hear the saving of the game sounds
Yume Nikki, played out, you ain't shit b, lay down
[Verse 1]
Infatuation from an outsider point of view
Mouth wide and voicing mute outcries I coil into a
Shout fighting embryo of envy, don’t resent me though
I’m pensive hold the pencil tense and slowly close the envelope
At your entryway a century late, I panic
You menstruate my pencil breaks and penetrates the canvas
I never made it very vague my serenades sporadic
And I'm staring dazed, at marriage day the wedding cake is plastic
Half assed it, I guess you are what you eat
And I'm barfing my bars while I'm starving at sea
Making waves for the fishes though they taste so delicious
And I'm plagued by the Mrs. making marks on my sheet
Yup, married to the game like a fucking idiot
But I'm drawing pretty good while she on her period
The MIDI shit is on point, and witty spit and strong voice
Emit a steady calm poise, you'll never hit the squad, boy
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Vibing with pack again, rhyming as the planets spin
Riding on some bright and vibrant bikes inside of saturn’s rings
Psyche like he dynamite, flying kites in solar winds
Known to mostly dolo so the folder brimmed with hoes and nymphs
Oh, considered of copping some gaudy Omocat
But- ladi dadi, came to body y’all in mono black
Though I'm caught up in all of this soft kimono rack
Distracted, damn, have to get my act established, fast
Ahhh… On a carousel of make believe
Need to take a breather, for my cerebellum’s sake I feel
As shaky as a spinning top, take a fucking minute stop
Need to keep my cravings satiated baby, feeling lost
Finna build a pillow fort on an asteroid
Bored rapping torrid at the Cortana app voice
That noise, kill it, sword on my back boy
Factoid, still fucking anxious as hell
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13. |
Wake Up
04:14
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[Verse 1]
I’ve been waking up a lot, yeah
Been waking up a lot, yeah (x3)
Been waking up…
Since lady luck ain’t bless me with fortune
Didn’t cradle, love or breastfeed an orphan
I been shaken up, the nest leaving scorpion
The sting, raise it up, they test me, I’m warning, morning
[Bridge]
How’s it going with you? (x3)
How’s it going?
[Verse 2]
Thanks for asking I’m basking in my master plans
Candor clashing with the task of flashing cash for camera mans
Traveller on mangled glass, scavenge for abandoned paths
Fans drive me mad, whiny passengers on campervans
And the chasm’s looking cozier
A bastion with passing of the rosy year, it’s lonelier
Need to validate my history
With rapper fame, blitzkriegs, accolades and mystery, quiz me
[Bridge]
How’s it going with you? (x3)
How’s it going?
[Verse 3]
On my knees in the night puking mucus by the streetlight
trying to rewind and wipe saliva using sleeves like
A tissue, on each side - amidst of a dream like
Abyss, on a district of piss, fisting a beehive
Or a meat grinder, twisting the wrist
Misfitted feline fingers flinching and chip but persist in a peace sign
Headspace is nebulous
Rains on parades, straight Wes Craven decadence, stains on my blades, maine
[Bridge]
[Verse 4]
I don’t remember going to sleep
It’s a bothering, cycle my temple glowing with heat
Try stifle it, vitals don’t tend to throw me a beat
And it goes on repeat, I think I’ve seen today twelve times
I notice people saying shelved lines
Well why, my I’ll take the scenic way to hell, sings
Leading me to bells that were ringing from the start
Spitting flows, skipping stones on the rivers of my heart, I’m just sitting in the dark
[Bridge]
[Verse 5]
Seven what the fuck is the meaning of this
Answer me, I heeded everything you needed and shit
I’m seeing pieces missing from the fucking stage that I’m on
I know I’m dreaming, every other person’s face is all wrong
Wake me up, I don’t care about catching a wink
Wake me up, claw hysteric, trying to manage a pinch
Wake me up, how long have I been sleeping by now?
How long have I been sleeping by now? Like, a weekend?
[Outro]
I’ve been waking up a lot, yeah
Been waking up a lot, yeah (x3)
Been waking up…
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14. |
DEAD
01:09
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Call the ravens in, cawing flailing wings
Haul my pale and limp remains in the grave and since
I’m waiting been, contemplating things
False awakenings, wash my face again
I’m no longer a boy, mom
Growing up to be a part of the soil, lawn
Not playing with the cards of my choice, on
My paranoia poise, pardon my moist palms
I wonder if the dapper men
In black and blue uncover my cadaver when
The neighbors smell the maggots and
Then tell the badgers ‘bout the sense stabbing acrid stench
I wake up and I’m dead
I wake up and I’m dead
I wake up and I’m dead
I never really woke up, did I?
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