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Colors_and_Chrome (2019 Project)

by King Cooley Savant

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Influencers 04:20
V1 Rent due Plus a bill for my dry phone Text message under dial tones Texting all my exes over styrofoam Phone is like a Trash island bout a mile long the inside Bout as empty as the corridor But outside Bout as open as the foreign doors You can come inside if you down to ride Nothing shown in package is as advertised In fact that shit is oversized bites The summer time’s nice That A/C cooling higher And the haters in my comments Tryna firefight the finest fucking fire This that ’05 new Mariah This that flyest fly that’s flying This that… For your sinuses That hottest jambalaya This that “this aint just the dryer” This that “you watching my wave” And got my drug tightened tighter boy And that’s a titan boy Been here since I was minor I been posted since 11 I’ll be gone in 60 seconds And I’m hella flexing I unfollowed all my follows And my content was the severance But my… My views is at a 100 And they love it Let me check it now Let me check it out Recheck the settings out Recheck the message now Testing, testing Hook I want you to see me, see me I want you to be me, be me Don’t want you to Love me while I’m gone Love me while I’m on Love me while I’m on I want you to see me, see me I want you to be me, be me Don’t want you to Love me while I’m gone Love me while I’m on Love me while I’m on V2 Spent a pretty penny on my fifteen minutes (wow) I hope they love me now I hope she hold me down They pay me for my sentences And all my proper nouns My fans they up my videos My head been in the clout And we been off the ground My views been on the heater But my wrist is simmered down Simmer down Simmer… Simmer down now They Kumbaya my Lord This piece just cost a couple thou- now Them peanut butter bucket seats is looking hella thickened Them windows hella tinted And I aint been this happy ever since MTV was playing TRL And Eminem and Evanescence And I was 10 and celibate Before the pressure hit Before the air was thicker here The wind is in her hair The pilot lookin sicker Homies jumping out the windows Tryna save em from the flights From the falls From the fails She’s scared but never screams And I unlatch her from her chair We crashing towards a peak I think... I brought a parachute But spent that on a pair of shoes My fifteen minutes up I seen it several times I kiss her on the cheek one time And say goodbye I’ll never cry, I’ll never cry I‘ll never ever cry I seen it several times But I could never die, I’ll never die I’ll never die, I’ll never die I’ll never die, I’ll never die I’ll never ever die I’ll never die, I’ll never ever die I’ll never die I’ll never die, I’ll never die I’ll never ever die I’ll never die (fades) HOOK I want you to see me, see me I want you to be me, be me Don’t want you to Love me while I’m gone Love me while I’m on Love me while I’m on I want you to see me, see me I want you to be me, be me Don’t want you to Love me while I’m gone Love me while I’m on Love me while I’m on
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Nevermind 02:53
Come as you are, come away with me This ecstasy has me prescribed to a daily vacancy Cocoa Butter and butterflies and chakras and maple trees Infect me with your mystique trigonometry let me see it all Why don't you break all us off Why don't you park in my walls I'm mean your hands are digging me Why not get yo head involved I mean between the birds and bees you're stingin' me Pollinate and make a fern for me Build ya church and fellowship with me Preach ya sermon, pass along ya seed for seeds Communion unity for tea But please forget the Tea The pretention, fees, and dead beliefs Socrates, obsoletes The absolutes, the truths in me The God in you, earthly dues The leaving-soon-inside-the-box-so-long-farewell-to-you-my-friend Goodbye-for-now-until-we-meet-again And when we reascend to send these memories Memories Memories Memories And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun And no I don't have a gun Right?
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Southside AF 02:13
On the up, up, up when it’s night time Got a lil night light when the night shine Gotta put a couple rappers on a night shift Gotta put a couple rappers on a lifeline Aint another acco-lady lookin' like mine So they gotta pipe down when I write mine And since the heat stay steady like a pipe bomb I got the hoes freak-a-leakin' like pipeline Gotta know when a joker wanna jock Or a nigga wanna plot From a block or a confine Dry snitch on a bitch on ya timeline Get ya slumped up and ya momma on a hotline On the night news With a night crew Getting no clues But it’s “Hi, Mom!” When they find you In a haiku From another rap dude down the boulevard That’s no thang That’s no pain That’s no gain That’s no playin' Playin' no games That’s no mas That’s Rogaine That’s real rap Joe Rogan That’s real heat That Soleil That’s real gas That Propane That’s Cooley That’s Kool-Aid My shit drop New WuTang Yo shit drop New Blu-Ray That got 'em leaning to the side like a toupee Try'na see the new wave from the sorbet But the 4k got ‘em blind-sided with a toothache Leave ’em with the toothpaste Cooley with the Lupe Hit em with the foreplay Shoot ‘em like it’s 2K Or the Luke Cage Or the Bruce Wayne So the po’boys Know it’s Clayco Hoe for ya hoe boi Like, "Girl, I just came for yo summer I’m here for yo man and he choosin’ like run it up" The shit that you mumble on Tumblr Talkin' on Twitter, you might as well fumble 'em And speaking of Falcons I see what you mouthin' But don’t got the clearance to fuck wit' ya Like "Humina, humina, hol’ up" That’s too many hundreds, I barely can sum it up Y’all reading 48 Laws on this shit I break at 84 hours and shit You gotta brand it and market yo shit I brought a marketing team in this bitch She try'na threatin' to court so I took her to court Just to show her her money too short for this shit And yo money too young And you know where I’m from And I’m from it as fuck in this bitch HOE Clayco, Hoe Clayco, Hoe Clayco, Hoe Clayco (Run it back, run it back) Clayco, Hoe Clayco, Hoe Clayco, Hoe Clayco
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Tinder 02:19
VERSE 1 In a little town in California I could be the one if it’s what you want if it’s good enough We’d be making three babies but baby it’s crazy we waiting for love in this game that we play CHORUS But some nights, some nights, some nights And some times I do wonder, some nights VERSE 2 And I know I can’t sing but I like to And I know I ain’t Rihanna but I like you Your local single looking for the right dude If you swipe right too, that’d be nice too We can Net-flick, chill, nothing on but the iTunes What them thighs do What that mind on civil rights do too Watching VICE news When you’re too cool for the sheets And that thing too sweet to be type 2 Say you don’t want no ties to be tied to But if you change your mind on a son Then we’ll sail towards the sun with our son His embroideries light blue If you’re not into gender then what’s your agenda babe The fork in my heartache My loving is tender babe But some nights some nights
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VERSE 1 He said I can get it in the worst way Told him I ain’t want it in the first place He another nigga on the first date Whining niggas and hella thirsty My ex niggas why I can not trust these naggers The brokest naggers flexing like you owe these niggas I tit for tat with niggas Nigga pay attention to em They gon show you how they moving Nigga watch these niggas HOOK Niggas only want your money Niggas only want your honey And if my sweet things bring your loving Then I’ll be sugar free Niggas only want your money Niggas only want your honey And if my sweet things bring your loving Then I’ll be sugar free VERSE 2 (Yani Mo) Niggas be trippin' Niggas aint shit Niggas be wildin' Only concerned about they dicks (ew!) And they whips You couldn't catch me if I slipped (yuh) Always in the function spendin funds that don't exist (shit) Niggas don't invest Niggas just flex (yuh) Move these niggas to the left To the left Niggas spill tea But nigga I'm free (mm, yuh) So fuck yo chains You "tity boys" just aint legit (uh) Always worried bout what I got on Who I'm fucking, if I'm fucking What I say on microphones I don't think you love me like you say you do You wanna control me just to prove that you're you But, niggas be scared Niggas be scared You pretend you don't know that I'm there When I'm there And I can't breathe either Shit we both fiendin for air I just need to know that you care I just need you to be aware, nigga HOOK DON’T SHOOT (ft. AteloMidas) Hair look like Huey Let me bust a U-ey I bet he is causing the Ruckus What were you doin? The way that you moving Look guilty the way that you running My foot on the gas, I will not be last I'll put him away with his cousins My quota in cash, I won't let them pass I'm law and the church, let's put them in mass A place where complexion is just not enough Know that you want me not tryin get cuffed Should of took Marta Not tryin get martyred I just wanna a daughter So she can be loved Walked and saw Clayton on the plates Put the flashlight all on my face I don't want no problem, I went for my wallet But why did you go for your gun? Wait.
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V1 Face to face Down where the green grass grows We traded our souls We traded our souls If this death does it’s part And the tangles we made undone We’ll wash the mess that we made (Mess that we made) And ooh They’ll tell the world about this gift we exchanged (Gift we exchanged) And ooh They’ll say our stories like our tales ain’t the same (Tales ain’t the same) HOOK Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Tell em that God is gonna cut you down Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Tell em that God is gonna cut you down V2 They won’t believe me How death came to see me Trapped over Black oceans Fathers screaming older hymns My brothers screaming over them I seen this, I seen it before The cages had devoured all our mockingbirds And currently begging for more Ohhh Sons and daughters fielding forests bloomed by colored trees And buried by the branches where they hung these stranger things There’s smoke on the waters and bridges got burned and charred the harbor And drowned in creeks where Liberty had crossed with suffrage daughters HOOK V3 Running back Caught a heart attack Doing jumping jacks Rope-a-dope Soak a rope Hope his lungs collapse Before the branches snap Pleaded for me as he Bled on the leaves of that bark Making sacred sap And they ask why my ass is so bitter "Why these niggas so mad Why that syrup so Black?" Why the fuck you at my function Tryna cross-up my ass And put that shit up on my Twitter feed to make me relax? Cause it’s 'bout the Black-on-Black crimes ’Til you need them at your rallies tryna regulate these gun rights And everbody loves the sunshine And it’s All Lives Matter ’til they matter to them sometimes Another father beggin' to breathe He’s under your laws The weight of your world The weight of your sins The weight of your shins And these are my seeds And these are my kings My wounds and my swords And these are my dreams Black taught Black homes Black bones Black hope Black soap Black drums Black boy Black gun Black boy Boy run Run now And tell em that God is gonna Cut em down
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#FreeMark 02:07
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Bruce. 02:16
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V1 I’m the wind’s when the wind’s in the windsails And sea shore just floored all our windmills And the sea-floor came flooding our family trees Molding bones to bowls and utensils Your theories get impailed When Sally must sell all her stem cells And cancer’s collecting through skin cells from cell phones like F-B-I, C-I-A intel Now where’s Anonymous at When they done shot at my back And these Black girls been made into stencils? And you think my pastor Don’t work for this cash But he’s prayed over souls and your entrails My President ain’t Black But he’s orange like the gas And my mask is deformed like a corpse Roles win awards Played a soldier at war While my nation just bombed a Brown boy on his porch My Messiah, ‘Siah Take me higher, higher My provider Sit with me Hidden Garden If there’s no God well Believe in Hell then This earth is melting You want a revolution? We are the new pollution You want a new solution? Spiritual Evolution You cry a river to me The Polar Bears are blue and They’re dying in the ocean like “Where the hell have you been?” HOOK Liar Liar Liar Pants on Fire, Fire Would not douse you out for this And have no shame about it, ‘bout it And have no shame about it, ‘bout it
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VERSE 1 My hands they are getting too old My legs they have no places to go My head gets way too tired to hold All these people, places, and memories and monsters I know CHORUS (Donn O’ Day) Life moves faster when you try to catch up And my soul doesn’t move like it used to Am I changing Rearranging Do I stay the same Cause I don’t want to grow old VERSE 2 And I really miss the days When things were same and sane And Daddy kept the fire blazing The sirens on the Saturdays When Momma fried filets And kept that food from wasting We laid in the back of yards To back of bars To back of cars To packed in basements Shots rang on my boulevard And all has changed And childhoods lost to homes invaded Take me home While I’m actin a fool Program me right after the school Church me in the back of the pews Learn me Work me Burn me Hurt me like they hurting you too And now that we’re perfectly damaged We’re all fit to manage a child of our own In our own broken homes Housing our cells And our hells And our veils And our wells and our selves But these trees don’t get climbed no more And these clothes don’t get ironed no more And these holes never hide no more Cause these things get us by no more When these dreams wonder why no more And these swings get us high no more The feelings you feel when you feel like them feelings ain’t ever been felt before CHORUS VERSE 3 (Grier Smith) I don’t wanna grow old, no more Closer to a casket, I was much Closer to being happy When they was pulling rabbits outta hats These days I lost my magic These days it’s hard for me to laugh when These bills debt calls Uncle Sam collecting taxes Gotta hit the IRS like I don’t have it Biggie said we living better now Most of my nights come with cold sweats I sweat it out Birthdays be the worst days Another candle on the cake Feels like I lost a handle on my faith Feels like I’m moving closer to my fate But they say everybody gotta go someday Since a kid I ain’t been living right There’s monsters on that other side Eternity’s a long time Looking for a compromise I said I wanna grow up Right now I’m ducking Father Time I’m living off a borrowed time VERSE 4 (AteloMidas) I just want to feel embraced Seen people and dreams all get thrown away Let me just make a way To a place that I'll never have to race Never have to pace, or look myself up in the face What happens when my heroes pass away? That's daily, can I count maybe Why do you forsake me? When I need you the most I remember watching you like it was seasons ago How many seasons to go? Cause I no longer can take it Addict of the future now lost in the basement It's baseless, but the time ain't the proof don't chase it But the time ain't the proof don't chase it Cause we don't know how the story goes And we always try to change our roles Only God knows how this all unfolds I suppose, the monster is that we always try to know The Unknown. CHORUS (Donn O’ Day & The Just Assembled Choir) OUTRO I don’t wanna I don’t wanna Grow old no more I don’t wanna I don’t wanna Grow old no more I don’t wanna I don’t wanna Grow old no more I don’t wanna I don’t wanna Grow old no more I don’t wanna
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[Intro by Chesley Ova] He said I hate when it storms Does it always rain here? In a box with your shadows Been shadowboxing your fears I’m a mess in these mornings I’m sailing hard against currents I feel my miracles dormant I really miss California I…. I said, I’m missing you more That’s why I came to your door Here to watch you perform Got flowers assorted For what a perfect performance I’m just a face in this audience By the section of condiments Reading comments anonymous By internet novelists Nautilus solipsists Finding self in they hollowness Take that ship up and bottle it Watch it sink and then swallow it On them twigs that they tweet upon I’m protecting your honor With armor often but honestly I’m nervous and worried we can’t finesse these anomalies And that’s hard as an optimist I see love left in all of this Even if that ain’t all of us Even if that’s just me Me and you in this thing From pollens to Autumns To back to boxing your stockings up Excel organizing your worries in columns and Spread sheets open to store your comforts inside of them (you know) Your pain’s in your pocket Your love’s in my wallet Been splurging your kindness on songs, psalms, and some sonnets man Your change was the small wonders I could not deposit I watched you pray for three summers I know the sun is upon us I promise Some people find love Some people find love Some people find love Some people find love where it’s hopeless Some people find love Some people find love Some people find love Some people find love where it’s hopeless All my faith All my ways All my blame All my pain My cliches All my stripes All my scathes I keep safe forever All these stars All these slaves All these famed By my love All my likes I upload All my things While I wait forever Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Water Me Some people find love Some people find love Some people find love Some people find love where it’s hopeless Some people find love Some people find love Some people find love Some people find love where it’s hopeless

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released March 19, 2019

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