Inspired by comedian George Carlin (1937-2008). May he rest in peace.

LYRICS

(Verse 1)
Young Gatsby, the kid is back on the campus
This heavy flow make you bleed, lemme get you the tampons
Chilling out in the Hamptons, loading an empty handgun

So i can blow your brains out and spread em all over the canvas
I mean the track, now lemme kick some facts, our whole country has been hijacked

And not by terrorists, this country being torn apart by Americans
Embarrassing, our enemies are white men, not muslims or fucking arabs
Oh, i'm a heretic?
All cuz i ain't hearing it?
You get your facts from TV, who you think is airing it?
Rich white men in corporations, the top 1%
While the other 99 are just pawns in a game of chess
We're disposable.
Slavery has been abolished but we're own-able
Controllable, and you bet your ass that we're clone-able

Like robots and we're increasing
And it's never fucking ceasing
It's called the American Dream cuz you gotta be sleeping to see it.

(Hook x6)
I'd love to be wrong
I'd love to be so wrong

(Verse 2)
Aye, let's have a different conversation

This one's about humans just based on my observations

I see ladies out here who need a man's admiration
But likes on Instagram shouldn't give you your validation
Miscalculating your worth based on your number of likes
Than you go look at "perfect" women on your Tumblr every night
And compare yourself to them
When those girls ain't even real
Cuz this world has set a standard that can never be fulfilled
But you cry yourself to sleep 
And you promise not to eat
Just tell me why society gets to tell you how to be?
It's like a need, that only social media can quench
Gain self esteem from every click
Can't see how meaningless it is
Like damn, machines fulfill all of our desires
So i'm reaching for the lighter cuz we're lacking moral fiber
Or maybe just self respect
Lost in the fucking internet
Man, we tote these phones around like they're a source of life and death
It's crazy
How many times do you check your Twitter daily?
Obsessed with notifications, retweets, and favorites.
I hate it.
And we're not even self aware.
How many times you check your phone and there ain't even nothing there ?

(Hook x5)
I'd love to be wrong
I'd love to be so wrong

Carlin Concepts [Prod. DJ Mustard]

Paradox & Optic, students at Texas Tech University, proudly present their first collaborative project - "Checkmate" .

There is something for everyone on this mixtape.

Coming For The Crown

Tip My Glass

Told You (Feat. Paradox) [Prod. Blunted Beatz]

Forbidden Fruit [Prod. The Snake]

 LYRICS

(Present)
Tonight i think i've made too many sober decisions
Too many fucks being given
Let's get drunk over women
And just hope to forget 'em
Let's blow down on an ounce
And get lost in this town
Let's get high like a kite
And get lost in the lights

(Flashback)
Doing 90 in the whip with the rain pouring
You were sleeping on my shoulder but you ain't snoring
It was all silent, cruising, free at night
Water glowing off the road from the streetlights
On the road to No Where, but that's the destination
I'd get lost somewhere with you with no hesitation
We just decided that we'd go, don't even have a map
I told you grab your clothes, baby, pack your bags
You loved adventure since i met you it was obvious
I live for the nights i know become nostalgic
Let's crank the music up, try to blow the amps out
Fuck a hotel, i'd rather camp out
You ever seen the moon? Looked up at the stars?
Far away from the city? It's bizarre.
Funny, i always thought nature was a wonder
But now it's turned into a concrete jungle.
Just look at how we have altered every landscape.
It's like everywhere i look there's something man-made.
And i aint really saying that that's a bad thing
I mean, look at me; a product of what fans made.
But forget it, you helped me to just drown it out
The best thing i ever had and that's without a doubt...
You taught me that image and perception, it's all false
And not all those that wander are really lost.

(Present)
But...
I'm starting over...

And ima smoke a blunt cuz i don't really give a fuck, man
And i ain't getting sober

And tonight...

I just hope you're okay.

And tonight...

I just want you to think...

I just hope that you think... of me.

Nostalgia [Prod. 40]

LYRICS:

I know where to gooo
Ya yaa
I know where to gooo

I know where to go
I know where to go
I know where to go
I know where to go
I know where to go
I know where to go
No where to go but up from here

Every night i dream about it
Every night i can't sleep about it
Yes, it's my world
But you're not my girl
Some days i can't breathe about it
Like you want me to bleed about it
But you just want me to be without it
I'm sorry, cuz im bout to be about it
I'm the type of guy, one day the world's gon' read about him

So put down your phones and take your eyes off the tweets
Turn your heads to the curtains, put your asses in seats
Forget about life, just keep your mind on the beat
Light up a blunt and keep your eyes upon me

Cuz i'm bout to show them what was written in stone
Every night that was spent on my own
Ya, i leveled my head and kept my eyes on the road
And since there's no where to go, tell 'em i know where to go
Cuz i'm staying so high
Even though life is so low
And i'm soaring through life
But im still flying solo
And ya i know that i might
Just have the time of my life
So i live in the moment
With my time on the mic

(Bridge x2)
And ya i know that i might
Just have the time of my life

(You think you have it bad?
There's people that have it way worse.)

(Hook)
I know where to go
I know where to go
I know where to go
I know where to go
I know where to go
I know where to go
No where to go but up from here

(Abraham Mazlow)
But this involves a renunciation of the..
the notion of the perfectability of man.
Man can be perfect, but for five minutes;
In the peak experience, in some great moment.
It's possible.
But we just can't stay perfect.
You must give up the notion of a permanent heaven.
We can get into heaven -- but for five minutes.
Then you have to come back to the world, again.

Peak Experience [Prod. Sims Beats]

Good, Like Bad

LYRICS

(Intro)
Get in your car
Drive around
Smoke a blunt with the windows down...
Yuh

(Verse 1)
Look
Real shit
Spit the type of shit to get you in the feels quick
But this a feel-good track, let me hit the kill switch
And get you out the feels cuz it's time to feel this
Yooo
Just get to flippin' them burgers on
Once they hear my shit, I'll be whippin' convertibles
And not like your rented cuz that shit aint returnable
Fuck a 6:30 work alarm, this that Kentucky Bourbon song
Yuh, it's like i'm workin' always
You go to Texas Tech just to hit up Broadway
Still aint got the time to give a fuck what broads think
Even though she sits around and thinks about me all day
I've seen her in the hallways
Crew around me now, you could tell we all baked
None us got the time to give a fuck what y'all say
Finally dropped the tape
I know its been a long wait.

(Hook)
You'll see it's written in the stars
Constellations you just can't ignore
Still blunt cruising in the car
Windows down
Rolling 'round the fuckin' boulevard
Believed in my day dreams
Refused to ever let 'em down
No matter how hard it seems
I have wings
But my feet haven't left the ground.

(Bridge)
My feet haven't left the ground (x3)
I have wings but my feet haven't left the ground.
My feet haven't left the ground (x3)
I'll spread wings, let's see if they can catch me now.

(Verse 2)
So your team's heavy on hypotheticals?
But get 'em in the light, they look lighter than sides of vegetables
Ya, your team good, and I'm glad you find that acceptable
But my team great, kinda great you put on a pedestal
Let 'em know that i'm ready though
Dunkaroos and Spaghetti Os
90s kid with the special flow
The new October's Very Own
Ya, and you can bet I brought weed
And this blunt is on me
It's a burnt offering.

(Hook)
You'll see it's written in the stars
Constellations you just can't ignore
Still blunt cruising in the car
Windows down
Rolling 'round the fuckin' boulevard
Believed in my day dreams
Refused to ever let 'em down
No matter how hard it seems
I have wings
But my feet haven't left the ground.

(Bridge)
My feet haven't left the ground (x3)
I have wings but my feet haven't left the ground.
My feet haven't left the ground (x3)
I'll spread wings, let's see if they can catch me now.

(Verse 3)
A faded mind's my state of mind
Game on, start the clock
19, but i take my time
I've seen you with your girl
Plottin' when ima make her mine
Hit it now? Hit it later?
Can't seem to make up my mind
For now i'm just baking mine
Shout out to Texas Tech
I'm reppin' Dallas/Fort Worth
The whole metroplex
They say my lines connect like an EtchASketch
I always knew that i could do this in retrospect.

(Hook)
You'll see it's written in the stars
Constellations you just can't ignore
Still blunt cruising in the car
Windows down
Rolling 'round the fuckin' boulevard
Believed in my day dreams
Refused to ever let 'em down
No matter how hard it seems
I have wings
But my feet haven't left the ground.

(Outro)
My feet haven't left the ground (x3)
I'll spread wings, let's see if they can catch me now.

Blunt Cruising [Prod. Blunted Beatz]

Words (feat. Anna Graceman)

Tired of Words (feat. Anna Graceman)

Oh no

You've never had it like this before

And i know

These are feelings we can't ignore

Windows rolled down with the season

Cruising with the stereo

We'll be back in the evening

But then again, who really knows?

Baby girl grabbed the aux, put some Queen on

Made me wanna grab her hand and put a ring on

But i figured i'd just write her her own theme song

If you're willing to let bygones really be gone..

and if you wanna get your high on we can be gone

and if you're talking infinite, i'm talking beyond

Baby, all i ever wanted was to be yours

But on the way we had to hit a couple detours

What happened last night?

I'm so hungover

You called me five times

But i hate being sober

But maybe everything's alright

Maybe everything's alright...

But maybe everything's alright

Maybe everything's alright...

Ya

Maybe everything's alright...

Maybe i'll wake up and i'll be just fine

Maybe i'll wake up with a deal to sign

And maybe i'll wake up with you off my mind

But probably not...

I would hit the club were it not for all them thots (thoughts)

Every night, wasted off of all them fucking shots

I'd rather smoke a little pot and bring a bottle to the spot

Get it popping, me and you, in the living room

Laying on the couch, i could be the bigger spoon

What happened last night?

Did you sleep over?

Girl, you woke up with your head on my shoulder

So what really went down?

The sunrise is so bright.

"I need coffee right now."

Were we drunk the whole time?

What happened last night?

I'm so hungover

You called me five times but i hate being sober

But maybe everything's alright

Maybe everything's alright...

But maybe everything's alright

Maybe everything's alright...

chase dillard

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