Smokestack Lightnin' (Howlin' Wolf)

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UNCLE GRANDPA

withdrawal part 2 if you will

Part 1:

Rather be finessed by a junkie than a cool kid 
Cause douches just do shit to talk bout how they do it
C O O L K I D J U N K I E
I can't get a job so I'm juggin for that money

16, addy boy
Unemployed no noise got me paranoid
Slanging my prescription through my school I'm a broke boy
Up the milligrams just to flip it I'm a lowlife 
Pretty boy seen the dirty laundry on my clothesline 
Be sure to cosign all your clones with a closed mind
So blind, talking bout the kids are what the ads provoke
But shit I ain't never hit a line like an asymptote 
As in dope, global warm it never snows
I'm burning trees saved half my nose until that addy capsule broke
I'ma crush it with a textbook
And I don't text back until the scores up on my test good
See people protest rap cause they ain't left foot
Second left foot when a devil dance gon' put you on Tim Westwood
Not labor, blood drops on the text of the paper 
I'll digress but ingest more for later shorty say that

I'm the coolest junkie she know
Yeah she say I'm the coolest junkie she know
Yeah she say I'm the coolest junkie she know
I'm the coolest, she say I'm the coolest

I'm a C O O L K I D J U N K I E
And I been by my lonely with Niagara Falls and palm trees
And they say airing out my dirty laundry a come back to haunt me
Like you usually used to do you, you did you
But lately you've been acting like someone I never knew
I'm like, I can see that point of view
I'm just a C O O L K I D J U N K I E

Rather be finessed by a junkie than a cool kid
Cause douches just do shit to talk bout how they do it

Part 2:

17

Wheeling off that work I'm talking easy money minute maid
School bus match that lemonade but that's gon' change
I'm watching the demand raise while cuffing hands handed out for that xan cage
Ironic she thinking this type of arête ain't man made
She says she don't remember what she did yesterday
I told her baby this shit all so timeless anyway
I told her baby I'm sure you were in a better place
So now she tryna replicate that elevated mental state
Ok she need it every day
Knowing every day she'd rather vent than hyperventilate if she don't let them tesalate
I'll be good I'll be good cool kid getting cake
Birds be fiending seeing you got bread to break but I don't even know
And all the xan just turned to candy
Too remote for no commotion and remote controlled for more shit
And she bought it so she bouta chase the bottled up emotions with the bars until her body ain't in motion I just tell her she the coolest

Yeah I tell her she the coolest
I tell her she's the coolest junkie I know
I tell her she's the coolest, tell her she's a C O O L K I D J U N K I E
Cause I can't get a job so I'm juggin for that money

And she been by her lonely with Niagara Falls and palm trees
Add a little kick and now she looking like a zombie 
And all her fucking friends like you usually used to do you, you did you
But lately you've been acting like someone I never knew 
I'm like, yeah hearing that shit's nothing knew
We some C O O L K I D J U N K I E S

C O O L K I D  J U N K I E

Came From Nothing (Freestyle) (Prod. By C-Sick)

"Stoney"
Written and performed by Saba
Produced by Phoelix and Saba
Additional vocals by BRJKNC
Sax by Simon Dufor
Recorded by James Musshorn at Red Bull Studio LA
Mixed by Elton "L10" Chueng at Classick Studios
Mastered by Matt Wheeler in Chicago, IL

Bucket List Project

Stoney (Feat. Phoelix & BJRKNC) [Prod. by Phoelix and Saba]

got tilly on the track
look at me, get smacked
Apple brand, I'm a mack
backwards like my cap
backwoods tryna match
got her tripping like a tab
she my queen when I trap
Im a king, like Bach.
Feel sedated take a nap
get your girl, she's attached
Getting buckets like a hat
Terminator, "I'll be back"
Terminate her from the back
Spitting fire need a tic-tac
Bad bitch in my contacts
Lil' Uzi with a snapchat
Fat bong in the backpack
No "T" thats a bad habit
You want me, well you can't have it
No Tricks, silly rabbit
No trailer cinematic
Got a girl, she an actress
got four, fantastic 
Cant lie, Im an addict
Roll a blunt, won't pass it
Panda playing thats a classic
Park the civic, thats Jurassic
Mick Messner getting drafted
RapChat, spitting acid
Resurrected out the casket
Intricate when I rap this
Marshalls first but I'm the last kid

Panda Remix (The Last Kid) [Prod. by YoungMP]

This is my brand new Christmas song, Christmas Hurts, recorded on Dec. 17 2016. I hope you enjoy!

Christmas Hurts

Back from Phoenix, I'm me I'm me I'm me
Now I'm only with my kinfolk that was with me through the whole jam
Knew I'd end up with red hands it's like they read hands
If I don't chase my tail, feet up like a headstand
But trapped behind my own bars, like ain't the single singable 
A cynical first listen turned to "oh you're so satirical"
Shit I can't even distinguish individuals
These visuals been way too pixelated lately hidden from the critical or drowning in nostalgia
Hour glass split the trendy and traditional the grain real simple
C O O L K I D J U N K I E silver spooning the typical 
But coffee for the milk and adderall instead of cereal
Like IEP abusing, fuego in my school I'm cooling
Three weeks in and they a kick the bucket due to time that I reduced for all the students
It's just feelings like a nuisance how a loop hole be the noose yeah I'll just hang here by my lonely for like

3 months at the bus stop, only thing the cheap buzz taught's Ion need none
And they remind me of 12 bug-eyed, doubting I'm the one I can't be the one
I ain't made the bus stop, only thing the cheap buzz taught's Ion need none
And they still looking like 12 bug-eyed, doubting I'm the one I can't be the one

Panning these thoughts between pride and the profit 
But might see a check for how empty my box is
Holes up in my hoodie it's in good will regardless
They style ain't too different when they jack it from the garbage
No words I'm a martian I'm a margin
Cut the talking when you marching through the footsteps in these marshes
I'm really not preaching
Seen them cheesing for the flash I'm off it thinking real simplistic
Nickle bag, nicotine, look like Christmas
Badge on the grinches stepping on used syringes 
And these days I still ain't never been shit
I ain't binging on crow cut that chrome from ambition
I seen past these waves before, riding them might get you more
But that'll have my selfish self soaking back at the shore
Just take my worst right now
This ain't a paper plane nosediving in the ground

3 months at the bus stop, only thing the cheap buzz taught's Ion need none
And they remind me of 12 bug-eyed, doubting I'm the one I can't be the one
I ain't made the bus stop, only thing the cheap buzz taught's Ion need none
And they still looking like 12 bug-eyed, doubting I'm the one I can't be the one

No
You just see these clones
14 I ain't grown
You can plant your seed
Bury me in dirt
2 years past rebirth
I'm glad they made me leave

.sidel (prod. by dusty)

hi, my name is WebsterX and my debut album "Daymares" drops March 24th via Closed Sessions  

@simensez

Arranged/recorded/mixed by Daniel Holter at Wire & Vice.
(Milwaukee, WI.)
Mastered by Michael Kolar at Soundscape Studios (Chicago, IL.)
Artwork: Nick Edmonds & Janice Vogt

Intuition (prod. Simen Sez)

green

cookie

shreddin
oliver gerber- guitar, vocals
camden powell- bass
elliot kessinger- drums

Smokestack Lightnin' (Howlin' Wolf)

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