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Influencers
04:20
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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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3. |
Nevermind
02:53
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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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4. |
Southside AF
02:13
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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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5. |
Tinder
02:19
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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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7. |
God's Gonna Cut You Down
03:56
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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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9. |
8 A.M. Service
02:44
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Bruce.
02:16
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Climate Change
02:44
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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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