Good Vibe

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Good Jams

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Bringing back a classic.

Album art by Rich Pellegrino
www.richpellegrino.com

Lyrics

I said I be goin' Wonka,
I could take the whole factory,
Actually, then I guess I'm Charlie Bucket
Fuck it,
Make it chocolate rain on them bitches when I bump and
They ain't gotta back it up to dump it
Righhtttt
Dip it low, then bring it up slow yeah
Millian got um on the floor
And if you do not get, then I will never slow and
I will not explain, that's why you got a Grandpa Joe so
Come with me if you really want to see a little world of pure imagination
Yeah, go ahead and taste it
I get chocolate wasted in a world with no exaggeration, I'm basin'
Out with that 808 kick
Make you feel it in ya hips
Let me see a little dip 
Then stop it at the tip
And shake a little bit
I could play you like a station, face it

I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist
I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my
x2

Hold up,
I'm back motherfuckers, relax 
Have a snack and a coffee, two Equal
An... I could take a pause, I don't even need to breath see
Adding Raw Sugar to my prequal
Rigghhttt
Charlie Bucket, I don't ever stir ruckus and
When it comes to soda I'm above it,
I'mma take the boat, bitch you can take the oven
And I got a Grandpa Joe makin' sure I ain't redundant
Right, you can
Come with me please not T.V. keepin' Mike's if its consolation
Of course,
I don't need a teleporter, I just need a Porsche in my world without any destination
I'm sayin'
Words that provoke a little though, yeah
Leave um' fellin' lost if the meanings never caught
And it never had a cost, like
No, it can't be bought
I'mma leave um askin' "What?"
With my pure imagination, and this
Isn't for the kids who don't ever like to think
All the stupid mutherfuckers in the basement
They just like it for the beat, cause it's Willy Wonka sweet
Get a job and a fuckin' education.

I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist
I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my
x2


Pure Imagination (Produced by [B] Rogers)

Stowaway Sparrow (under construction - album preview)

beach swims and the delicate steps that get you into the waters.

The Bottom Of The Sea

Distant Part

Swansong

Lyrics VVV

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Yeahh hi ho, here I go
Like beer I flow 
I steer my boat
Yes sir on the track I float
Cut slack like rope 
Drop bars like soap
In the car I toke 
Cigars an dope
Stay fly like a birdie, under par one stroke
Yeah, you wont get it till tomorrow
Stuck on point like a dart throw
Posted, see me on the wall like an art show
Talkin' bout lights, but where did all the stars go 
Check it uhh, yeah put your iPhone down
Gather round gather round cause I’m home now
Turn the iHome down, you're in my zone now
And I gotta keep it comfy up in my home town

But yo
Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall, 
who’s gonna really be the first to fall... uh
No, no no not me, 
I write my own lyrics and I make my own beats
Yeah I tell ya that’s peace
I don’t ever go to work, I just go and take a seat
Then write another hook in my mac book
Then write another hook in my mac book

Repeat, tap both feet
Spark that shit, lean back in seat
An ah 
I never work like an antenna
Said ah 757 I gotta be represent er’
From any other state, make friends not competitors
When I’m in the motha fuckin House like the senators
Gotta do work like a settler
Catch me on fly like a regular 
I said, catch me on fly like malaria
Catch me on fly like an air craft carrier
Or better yet, catch me on fly and et cetera, et cetera 
Stuck on the cream like Bavaria
No barrier, I can keep an open mind every time I rhyme
You can find me underground like a terrier
I said, find me underground like they bury ya
Flow exported I was born in America
New to the area, see me on arrival
East coast kid going West like I'm Fievel 
Roll another up, wave um buy like a tidal
then off to work, I said by like a cycle

*hook*

But I could do work, now let me interrupt 
See me round the green like a diamond in the rough
See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus
And don’t worry bout my name, you gon know it soon enough...
[B] Rogers, yeah really no bluff
They be little, young, kid I am growing up
And I’m never slowing up, but I’m never in a rush
So I’m always taken time when they tell me hurry up like
Chill son, five more minutes
I gotta find the right place to rest my sentence 
And I don’t even think I'm gon finish
Up until I get cheese effortless like a dentist
Mirror mirror, tell me how it is
I don’t go to work, I talk to the kids
So Hi Ho 
Here I go
Like DJ Kool I clear my throat 
Mirror mirror, tell me how it is
You don’t ever work, when you love this shit
So repeat tap both feet 
Spark that shit, lean back in seat

Hi Ho (Produced by [B] Rogers)

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