LYRICS:

And I don't do no drugs, 
But you're hard to stay away from

And it's funny 'cause you're sticky like the spliff . . .

Gotta detox off of you
Withdrawal if I'm not with you
Sick thoughts in my noggin
You're hypnotic; affixed, I'm in a fit 
Vomiting butterflies when I glimpse
And see you walking in
Anticipating when we finna talk again
I could lend a shoulder for your smeared makeup
When your tears lake
Fuck what the mirror say to you
'Cause I view you as a person, 
Not a mere face or a mere waist
But for what it's worth then, flaws and all 
I still think you're the perfect version

I could OD on you
Only want you for me
Not controlling 
I'm just so deep
I could only ponder
Holding on you
Don't you wanna?

Look on your face says
You love when our digits interlaced
And I love that you dig it

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This track came together out of thin air. I got the idea for the hook randomly, and the guitar to go with it, and I laid that down with the drums (which were actually temp drums) and just had the chorus on loop 'cause it's such an earworm to me, which is cool 'cause the singing isn't conventionally "good" by any traditional standards. But its being so weird and unconventional made me really want to drop it just to have in my catalog, so I let it breathe and it came together really naturally. None of the lyrics were written down until I transcribed them for release. I got the idea for the post-chorus eating breakfast. The verse came to me at almost midnight this random evening, and I just couldn't go to sleep until it was done. The second verse happened some days later. I think I was cooking some shit on the stove when I got the idea for the refrain. But it's all I envisioned and more from the music to the cover art, which is cool just on a level of execution. This song wasn't really supposed to happen, but subconsciously I wanted to drop something between CAREENING and the _____, so I just let it happen. Back to work.



EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2021

heart drugz

LYRICS:

Cross where the bones are
Toss heavy blows far
Not with the old guard
Rock 'cause I go hard

Lost and alone
Far off on my own
Guard up when it go dark
Bite, but I don't bark


Live for the fuck of it
Shitfaced in public displays
Displaced since I was fuckin' kid age
Been a bit strange
Sinful as fuck and sick-brained
And ain't shit change since

I went off the road map
Chip on my shoul' 
Black hole in my soul, gapped
Not one to hold back
Skull get a full crack wide open
You can see inside
Dope and I'mma be 'til dyin'
Born to shine, can't toe the line
Or close my mind
I'm so opposed to posing
Pried myself open, ain't closing time
Keep focus, I'm close; it's a coaster ride
Leave hoes aside
Leave foes in pine
Lethal, the steez could breed ghosts
Decease amigos of yours
Reap, sew, repeat, and reload
I'll eat your ego
Delete your c-notes


Pedigree different
I'll forever be gifted
Got a specialty with it
I'm especially twisted
Twist it


I beat on my chest so you feel it
I can feel the depths of your feelings
I was thinking death was appealing
I ain't felt at home in the crib
I ain't felt at home in my skin
I feel a reject 'cause I been
I feel like the best out of ten
I feel like fuck 'em 'til the end
I feel like I was born to die
I feel like before it's go time
I'mma win
Been

Sick since
Oh, I can't tell anymore
Take a L then we dub it
Like it's alchemy, woah
If you doubt me, you hoe
Fuck clout
I got soul
If a nigga pick a bone,
He must wanna get gone

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This track took way too fucking long to finish, but I did! And it's finally here, cool. I knew I wanted this to be the next track after 'heart drugz', but there were times working on this when I didn't think I'd be able to make it happen. Never, ever give up. I took that shit to heart with this one. I had to get it out because the shit I'm touching on in this song is too visceral for me to keep to myself. Every time I came close to putting it down I was like fuck that. For one, this song is way too fucking sick to vault, and for two, I couldn't accept the possibility that I might be holding onto something that could help people. I mean that bridge, man, fuuuck. That's the type of shit that I know would've helped me if I'd heard it at certain (low) points. So it's nice that this one's out. It's everything I wanted it to be. I love how there are like four different sonic spaces within this one song.

EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2021

BONEDEPOT

LYRICS:

Cost benefit says you not worth a bit
Let off when I pull up on you fraudulent bitches
Soft, but the fists 'bout hard as a briquette
Broads I been with know how hard this dick get
COD with the quick-scope, God with the pen
Get caught in the wind blowing toxins with friends
Not lots, had to get low
Conscious amends most often when it's no coughing
Dispense with the talk and commence
Gone through the lengths trekking through the thick snow
Never let a pig know where you get the fix
Fro' picked like a six
Stole shots on defense, rode off
Brought that shit home

She my ex like men
I go exorcist when I go walk in
Break necks like a carton of eggs
I'm a problem
Dispense with the talking
She just want my cock in her throat
Fuck a lozenge
Yeah, I talk my shit
But I back it up often
You don't like this dick?
Nigga get the fuck off then!
Off them heads like I'm queen, shit
Clyde Andy King
Fit a bargain, but bet you see it 
In a magazine print
Cover star, cover your face in a seed
Drip wetter than the sea get
Fed her, then I freaked it
Get her ass a keepsake
I know she won't keep it
Juvenile delinquent
Ever since a wee jit
It's no secret
Been a social reject
Sinner so my knees wrecked

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Sending you off slowly with this last single of the year.  I love this beat so much. Songs with a million different parts and beat switches are cool, but sometimes I wanna hear the same little thing on loop for ten minutes straight. I cut this down to 3 minutes to save you some trouble. Point being I like my fucking loops. I don't even turn an instrumental into a song if I don't spend some time listening to part of it on loop for so long that I have to make an effort to detach myself from it. Then I know it's gotta become something more. But, yeah, I love a good loop. It's very Hip Hop to me, too. So I just had to bar out on this one. I went for an understated delivery on the first verse 'cause that's just what I was feeling with the beat, but then I was like nah nah nah--I can't just leave it at that. Nah, I gotta fuck it up, I gotta spaz. So on the second verse I did the thing haha. It's fun and playful, and that's more me because I am not some conscious rapping ass nigga. And then the outro. Fine, I'll tell you. It's basically the entire beat with a half second delay on it. Happened by accident, but I love the way it sounds. A 'Happy Accident' as the homie Bob Ross would say. And of course I had to rap over it at least a lil' bit, so I did a lil' sumn sumn. You know what it is hahaha. See you next year . . .

Your friend, confidant, co-conspirator,
Clyde
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EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2021

PICK SICKZ

LYRICS:

I wanna know where I'm going

Fuck niceties
Greet your wife, ask if she'd like a squeeze
Sick like disease
I'mma say that shit 'til I'm deceased
Get used to it; recycle these
Still better than their newest script
Take a date to see Zapbruder flick
Send a nudie pic
____ a nigga on some fruity shit
And he stupid thicc
Hit your chick, she on some groupie shit
In a coupe with tints
Can't see what the fuck I'm doing and
Ain't no room to bend
Dump pollutant at the lagoon again
Feed egg to a hen
Little spooning when with a tall girl
Small world ride, getting topped in
Top ten
Nigga I'm the bomb on Bin Laden
Set while y'all spot trends
Get what I want when I want
Bent on raising hell
Devil spawn and a Godsend
Creme of the crop
Y'all can drop dead
Cop-fed fuckers suck a cock
Got the spot red!
Blue lights flashing me
Fuck casualties
Drip casually
Get bag and leave
Skip town and be sick out at sea
Quit shouting
These pricks doubting me
Sip out the seed from my sack
That's how your bitch 'bout to be
Pigs hounding me
Strip down to meat
Sit down and eat
Rinse out, repeat
Like

Got my white bitch some Lululemon
Got my black bitch some Fashionova
Tell me who you pressing?
I ain't rolling over!
Nigga got a side hustle think he Iacocca
Nigga shut the fuck up and fetch me my mocha
Raise your voice, I'll put the paws on you
Fuck a sports bar
I'm a born loner
You're a blowhard
Blow on my boner until I moan
You like sports cars?
I'm in a Mars rover
Star solar
Juvenile delinquent
Fuck up since a child
Prone to freak shit
Tell me what to think,
Get your teeth kicked
Had enough to drink 
When my feet wet
Piss and vomit
Can't see where the sink went
I went off the brink bent
I've been broke forever
I don't need mends
Gimme please meds
I'm a reject
I don't need friends
I got demons
I stopped feeling
If I'm bleeding
Why it feel like it's pretend?

I don't wanna go where you're not
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Super stoked to be kicking off the year with this one. I like this one a lot. It's a lot different from my other tracks in terms of my delivery, BONEDEPOT was too, but this one even moreso. And I'll continue to switch it up and give the song whatever it needs, so hopefully that's as exciting to you as it is to me. Stay tuned. I have a special affection for that second verse, the end of it in particular. It was one of those cases where you just start spitting, and then you're involuntarily spilling your guts by the end of it. I hope you can feel that shit. It just came out. But that's part of the magic of songwriting to me. And I love it. Don't go anywhere . . .

Your friend, confidant, co-conspirator,
Clyde
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EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2022

CHILE_CORRUPT

LYRICS:

Pull out I can still feel that bitch
On my dick like a phantom limb
Like I'm still in it
Grip the wheel like I'm stealing it
Then I peel in it
Cop a feel, pop her seal, lick it, real wicked
Use a rich bitch for a meal ticket

Look,
Dab so hard I got lung blisters
My favorite rapper spat in my girl's mouth
Then I tongue kissed her
Sun-kissed, you're probably pasty if you hate me
Not chaste, eating pussy like a pastry
Self-effacing, but don't erase me
Waist deep in somebody bitch
Wish these piggies wanna taze me
'Fore they hollow clips
Jalopy whip with no A.C.
It get hot as shit
It's a lot to fit 
In your jaw
Try to swallow it

Pretending to smoke cigarettes with fog out our breath
The thought of recess
Too much to follow the lesson
Spot a cool bug, squash it, and jest
Lots to injest
The school nurse coddle you
Flex your new sock or shoe
Pressed if dude bother you, like
Who you talking to?
Like, who the fuck you talking to?

Sick shit synonymous
Get your girl off with this
Smoke marijuan before Narcotics Anonymous
Drip like a sauna
Know that bitch somebody's daughter
'Cause she call me 'Dad' 
When she sucking on the dick
You on 'cause of politics and not talent
I should start a scholarship
You paupers, I'm Wakandan prince
I'm popping like a pot of grits
Came to slaughter, mince, 
And conquer far as I can glimpse
I'm hard to fight against
I'm the protagonist
You never had a chance!
That advance finna have plenty 0's
Why your bitch doesn't have any clothes?
Got her lips tucked to slabber the load
I'm a sick fuck, and that really shows
Why your bitch lunch 
Looking like my dick munch?
Throw fisticuffs like a discus
Don't discuss business 
With you big schmucks
Going nuts
If you not with the clique just
Go get fucked
You the pot that I piss up
Soak it up
Like the thot that I give nut
I don't give fucks
I don't give up
I don't give trust
Niggas switch up
Fuck the system
Fuck your sister
Finna pop off 
Like a blister
Eclipse ya

Woah
Got the game by the throat
Whole time 
I'mma hold tight

Woah
Got your main by the throat
Hole tight
Yeah, her hole tight

First she seen me then
Then she put her hand on her purse
Then she started clutching on her purse
Damn
Been an R.N. since birth
That's a Real Nigga, not a nurse
Scars on my face, I'm cursed
Swear this shit only got worse
Since I turned fifteen
Then I started to look mean
I was just a kid though
Motherfuckers staring like,
"Now that's a future criminal."

You not cute no more
You a big boy

Hit the liq store
Get a cig-o
Get your wrist froze
Future criminal
That's all you are


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This track was a long time in the making. It came together over the course of some months. I had the first part of the beat, but it wasn't enough for me to pursue, so I let it sit. Then the opening bars came to me, and it hit me that they were perfect for the tempo of this beat, so I went for it. One morning the idea to put in a piano solo came to me, so I went for that too. I made the second part of the beat shortly after the first with the hopes of making the song more interesting, but it originally wasn't even gonna have any words, just a quick instrumental outro. It wasn't until everything else was written and I was close to recording that the lyrics came to me. Speaking of everything else being written, shit was not done in one sitting all the way through. It was like a handful of bars would come to me at a time. I don't mind that though. That's the magic of songwriting to me. I feel like I've said some shit like that before. Anyways. Yeah, this one is hard. I'm so proud of the piano solo. I love it so much. Can't decide whether it's cooler than the beat switch. That shit really goes. I just really do this shit. Can't wait for you guys to find this stuff. Sheesh

Your friend, confidant, co-conspirator,
Clyde
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EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2022

SNATCHERZ

LYRICS:

Too jaded
I don't really like no'n
Too braindead
I been feeling that dumb
Too anxious
I would say it,
But who asked at all?
I wanna play dead

It's a short list of shit that excite me
Abhor twisting spliff 'cause it might be
The closest I get to a flight
Peter Pan, I'm a kid, but each night see
More hair above my lips 
And it's frightening
Good times feel like lightning
Like they served me a cake with no icing
Even pussy doesn't taste appetizing
But can't let it go to waste
So I wet it up like visine
I'm a mace in the face of a night fiend
Chase me or fight me
Hate me or like me
I need some exciting
Can't enjoy sleep
'Cause I hate most my dreams
Feeling like a deer in the highbeams
Everywhere I go, on edge
Standing on my toes, on a ledge
I could do the most, don't test
I could go ghost, don't press
I don't wanna know what's next
Fuck

When I've nursed off the urge 
To drop off the earth
And all thoughts disperse
And blocked off and purge then
I'mma stay up 'til the world end
I'mma say 'sup to your girlfriend
I'mma face fuck her and swerve
Ten toes in my kicks on your couch
Give a fuck 'bout your house
You a bitch, I'mma pounce
Put my dick in your mouth
'Cause I get so aroused
When you bitch niggas doubt I'm the shit
Here's an ounce of my jizz
Watch it drip down your blouse
Give a fuck 'bout a pig
Know I whip like
Got it off a lick, like
Drove it off a cliff, might
Donut driving stick, like
Asked if she eat dick
She took a big bite
Give her act right
Then it's goodnight
I can't help that 
I'm the one your bitch like
Nigga

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I was actually in a pretty decent headspace when I wrote this. I've been having a much better year than last year, thankfully, so it was kind of weird to be feeling great and then have this sort of dark song emerge from my subconscious. But I've definitely been there, and this song definitely comes from a place of experience, so even if don't need it at the moment, I'm sure that somebody else does. This is my first song tracking guitar and bass, which is super sick for me. I keep making songs I've always wanted to make. It's like every song is a dream come true these days. I'm still dreaming, so I'mma keep it going. Might not do too much more tracking before I get better, though. I think it's a sick sounding two chord song, but the tryhard in me still wants more. It definitely goes, though, so fuck it. That second verse is sheeesshh. 'Til next time

Your friend, confidant, co-conspirator,

Clyde

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EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2022

POSSUMZ

LYRICS:

I'mma do what I wanna
Give a fuck 'bout karma
Gettin' commas
I'mma do what I wanna
Give a fuck 'bout karma

I'm no good
I'm all horns, I'm all hooves
I'm all stoned off y'all kush
I throw stones and toss hooks
Don't push!
Hopped up out the slit like
I'mma live a lit life
Reckless since a jit
Clyde Andy just a big tyke
Poke you in your third eye
If you tryna switch vibes
Fucking with the feng shui
Breaking all your shit
Might turn a nigga tongue gray
Give the curb a big bite
Speeding on the one way
Running through the red lights
Flashing
I can never sit tight
Whipping like it's fuck brakes
Duck a pig, commit crimes
Author of my own fate
Done enough to live twice
Fuck you and your advice
Bitch

If 
I was born right, 
Then I strayed
From the path 
That was laid
I'm a patchwork 
Of pitch black acidic rage
Glowing eyes in the dark
Got a frown on my face
Finna drown Noah's Ark
With my nut, fuck rain
You a bitch how you bark
I'm the shit like a stain
Gave this big black dick
To a few Mary Janes
That's a choker on my neck
Don't call that shit a chain
I'mma poke her like a deck
'Til she get back pain

Got the drip at a yard sale
Why your bars stale?
Running shit, Avon Barksdale
Fuck a guardrail, I'mma drift
Let the car tail like a fish
Finished with your bitch,
But I'm hard still
Zip your lip!

Fuck with me, I'm fitting your 
Urethra for a pipe cleaner
Couple rounds with your bitch
Might be why her knees hurt
Fucked so hard gave the bed a seizure
Sure, we fucked
But she don't like me, either
You can keep her

Give a fuck 'bout honor
Anarchy not order
I'mma be that for you
I'mma be that for you

Everything you harbor
Everything bad for you
I'mma be there for you
I'mma be there for you

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Man.  I had this beat for a while. I love the chorus/verse loop. It sounds like it's winding/unwinding or unspooling to me. I remember when I first made it, I was so stuck on it that I didn't even want to touch it. I just had the chorus/verse section on loop. It wasn't enough, though, so I went back at it some weeks later and tried to add another section, but it didn't pan out. A bit more time passes and this melody happens, and that's what you hear in the bridge and refrain. Then I really knew I had something. I tried writing this song two different ways before arriving at the finished product. Third time's the charm, I guess. I didn't have the bridge verses written before I came up with the refrain that follows them. I actually came up with the refrain just singing melodies to go over the bridge instrumental, thinking I might just sing for the bridge instead of rap. So that happened. But the bridge instrumental was just too good not to rap on. So I had to come up with some bars for it. Lo and behold they hit me in the shower like the morning after, in the pieces they're delivered in on the track. And I was considering cutting the refrain and just leaving the verses for the bridge, but I just couldn't because that refrain hit all the way home, and I wasn't about to sacrifice emotion for accessibility.  So hopefully some of you guys feel that shit. 'Cause I do in my fucking bones. I like this song because it's basically my version of like some ignant shit. You can gather that from the chorus. But you'd usually hear that over a trap beat, and I'm over here on some alt rock-rap-lullaby ass beat. And then the refrain comes in, and it's more alt rock than hip-hop, and I flip the whole ignant shit on its head like "see you don't need to do some dumb shit, just use this music as an outlet." 'Cause that's what it is, really. An outlet. And if you connect with it, you're plugged in. Corny, right? I hope this makes you feel something. That's always the goal.

Your friend, confidant, co-conspirator,

Clyde

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EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2022

BIG TYKES

LYRICS:

I don't wanna do shit
I could stay inside in the house with a zip on the couch
I could die
What amounts to a life well-lived?
Tryna figure how many fucks I give
I ain't living right, I might die like this
Playing with a knife, nearly sliced my wrists
Standing on a cliff, I might dive off it
Fucking 'til I'm dry, need to bind my dick
Can't forget who the fuck I been
Heaven sent, but I just might sin
On the cusp of a dub, might win
Hard to trust if you ain't my kin
Saying "us", but you ain't my friend or a plus one
Wish I had a trust fund
Twenty plus trips around the sun
And I haven't come undone
Barely, hanging by a thread
Up against a wall, banging my head
This could be the night I bite lead
Fall asleep and dream that I'm dead
Wake up and go right back to bed
Then hop out of that bitch like I don't ever get tired
Niggas wanna shit talk, they don't wanna fist-fight
I'm nonstop like I sniffed white
I'm on top when I give pipe
But rock bottom still a threat
Hard to pay emotional debt
I'm still scarred like glass shards are stuck in my head
Still starved 'cause my inner child hasn't been fed
Been too long since I cried or I bled
But my eyes and my veins dry
Half-alive half the time 
I feel like I'm a faint light
Quit the gas, now I can't fly
I just hang glide
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I go hard in the mo'fucking paint
And I don't play basketball
We fucked, but I ain't attached at all
You a joker, I'mma slash ya jaw
Dark Knight, no cape
Dark thoughts, no escape
What the fuck it gon' take?

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Christ Almighty. So I guess this is the year-ender. That's cool, there's a lot in here I wanna leave in 2022, which has actually been a pretty sick year for me. But when it wasn't, it sucked. I was dropping approximately a song a month (POSSUMZ was delayed a month) at the top of the year, and then I hit a wall. Something didn't feel right after I dropped BIG TYKES. I got sorta bummed 'cause I knew it wouldn't be as loved as POSSUMZ, and then it wasn't, and I don't know what happened. That was only part of the problem, though. I'm not one to get bogged down for long, so I proceeded to the next song, but it didn't pan out the way I wanted it to. The next song got scrapped, and for months I tried recording the follow up to BIG TYKES only to find that shit was just not working. And when I say "the follow up", I'm talking about multiple songs. Nothing stuck. It was like I lost my super power or some shit. This feeling was only helped by the fact that I made many instrumentals in the interim. But a beat is not a song to me. I'm not in the business of making beats, I make music. Entire songs. So I felt shitty about the fact that so much time was passing without releasing any. That's where the energy of this song comes from. It's about me being in a fucking rut and struggling to climb out of it. About feeling guilty and useless and unworthy. And rejected by the art form that has given me so much. It was like I wasn't allowed to participate. Like I couldn't make music because I didn't deserve to or some shit. Like I had been cut off from the fount of inspiration and ability that allows any artist to make shit. Luckily, I'm a fuck that try hard nigga, so I just kept throwing shit at the fucking wall and hoping something would stick. Eventually, it did. I've had the instrumental since fucking May. I was listening Lowertown a lot and was really taken by Olivia O.'s "Great Big Nothing" EP. Just for fun, I wanted to make something that instrumentally could have been on that project. I'm pretty sure I missed the mark, but I think that's the best way to reference a song. This is my third attempt at writing this song, like I said shit wasn't working. But that's the process. And third time's definitely the charm. See you next year.


Your friend, confidant, co-conspirator,

Clyde

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EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2022

SHARDZ

MERRY CHRISTMAS!
"GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY'S 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS STARTS NOW! I SAMPLED CHRISTMAS MUSIC TO MAKE SONGS, AND I'M DROPPING 1 SONG EVERYDAY FOR THE NEXT 12 DAYS. CARCINOGEN - "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY'S 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS DAY 1

LYRICS:
Yo,
I spit carcinogens
Hard niggas been startled listening to a darkskin in his prime
Took the pros out the back and started lynching 'em
This crack addict rap is so dope; it's arson; it's lit
Hard fisting chicks; hoes' lips scarred, clit it ripped
Regardless of which I'm still parking this dick so far in
I'm Spartacus with how I spar with these pricks
Imparting a Spartan's Kick
Know I'm harder to hit than a roach off a spliff when it chars at the tip
Not a bitch; I don't bark none
My thoughts in the dark some
I'm starved out of optimism
Rap bars, heavy spout
Hoping that I drop some wisdom

'Cause I

I been going through an awkward phase
Lot of talk and gaze upon my face
Stop and chase vodka with beer, drop of the Smirnoff or whatever you got
I'm severing drops, a lot of toxins
Momma fear I'mma drop in a box
She talks about my peers, thought I'm trying to measure up,
But the peer pressure's nothing
I don't give a single fuck 'bout some other folks' habits
I'mma choke, dabbing smoke, grabbing opes out the dope cabinet
I swear the tokes magic
So spastic 'til I blow out and cyphe the Dro, dragging o's
I'm a pro at it
Dropped my old habits
Now it's new issues
True that I do misuse 
Too recluse to sit in pews asking for my soul back
So I just blow back chunks, puking in to-go bags
And I go static

Contains a sample of "He Has a Red Coat" by Children Love to Sing

WARMTH

CARCINOGEN

I SAMPLED CHRISTMAS MUSIC TO MAKE SONGS.
ICE - "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY'S 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS DAY 8

LYRICS:
Tread lightly
The ice be thin as I be
In winter spent high fees eating Chinese
Relapsed off the summer nights eating my Zzzs
Now it's plates full, not often, occassional,
But I'm grateful
Grandma said don't waste no time
Been steady on the grind
Chin heavy, but I hold it up,
Ready for the shine
What's mine finna get got
I go hard as sweatshops
Been golden, been glowing
Emboldened to get going, get tokens, get more ends
Soak in the ocean
It means most when those words unspoken are known 'mongst friends
Broke and emotive
Choke when I'm blowing smoke
Pen is loaded
Boasting, my bloated ego eroding
Joke 'bout my death while hoping I croak
And go ghost
Supposed to want to be oh so scholarly
Get a job, degree
This economy reeks of death
It's dead dreams that's haunting me
My wings are stretched
Open
Hoping for the best
Moping set to rest
Motion in my chest
Heart beat like a star fleet
Lightspeed
Nightly gripes with my psyche
That's how I be

Contains a sample of "The Christmas Song" by Vince Guaraldi

I SAMPLED CHRISTMAS MUSIC TO MAKE SONGS.
AIMLESS - "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY'S 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS DAY 9

LYRICS:
Often aimless
Cough and face spliffs
My thoughts is anxious
I'm caught in anguish tryna make sense of vacancies in my ways
Daily, hit the day shift
And make payments
These niggas know
My game face is ready if you tryna taste fists
It's passion in my page scripts
It's action over saying shit
It's growth and not decay
Sit the ash inside the tray
Quit playing games
I lead the pack and not astray
My brain is packed with words to say
But they've been trapped, have not escaped yet
Ain't no banquet
I'm starving off of plates
What I ate's what I slept
Heavy freight in my train set
In my plane jet
Head in the clouds, embedded in crowds
You better bet it the loud's a credit to how
I stayed up when I was prepped to drown
Instead I leapt abound some higher ground
By the gram, nigga, by the pound
This the jam, nigga, this the sound
I was down I'm feeling better now
I was down I'm getting better now

Contains a sample of "It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year" by Andy Williams

AIMLESS

I SAMPLED CHRISTMAS MUSIC TO MAKE SONGS.
KNOW - "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY'S 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS DAY 10

LYRICS:
'Fuck a lame nigga know about it?
'Fuck a lame nigga know about it?

Nothing short of Black Excellence
The tracks dope as crack tenements and smack den chemists
Relax and enlist Clyde in the Top 10 Rap Acts, I insist
I exist for the fuck of it
I'mma live by a bucket list
I ain't shit, I ain't nothing if not
A product of the love that I have been smothered with
So it's shouts to my Mother and Pops
Lungs rot
I go Snuffleupagus puffing hits
Couple spliffs on my tongue and lips
Couple sips led to drunkenness
Bridges burnt with the sunken ships
Come to terms and I've come to grips with the consequence of my consumption
Lost trust that was hard to earn turnt up at the function
No compunction 'bout the beverage served
I had my lesson learned
Caressing lettuce, I still let it burn when stress occurring
I a mess or worse, but nonetheless I'm next to best
But lately I been less than sure
'Fuck am I saying?
My intentions pure, so rest assured
With every word I bless and cure
And profess that if it's -esque you heard
It's from the heart and chest and turnt
Yeah, speak from the heart
We preaching this art
Seeking to start on this mission, embark
It's hard shit we impart
When it's bleak or it's dark
You're weakened and far from reach is when we send you an arm
To take hold of
You old enough to know nothing keep you from harm
But we can bare the truth together or alone
Ignorance a bliss that I've never know

Bet lame know about it though
Bet a lame nigga know about it though


Contains a sample of "Home For The Holidays" by Perry Como

KNOW

Been sitting on my hard drive for too long, so I'm dropping it now before it spoils 'cause the new shit I got fresh af



LYRICS:

Yeah, you already know how we roll;
How it goes:
Roll it up, cyph the dro, take it slow
Fasho

Yeah,
I been off a bit
Unconfident, incompetent; I ain't shit--
I ain't fit to sit idle
My fists rifles, so I'll hit
A spliff, trifling bitch, pile of bricks
Whatever it is,
Fight 'til it quits
Vile and sick
My mind in the midst of violent shifts
My inner child amiss
Been a while since I cracked a smile in pics
Without being higher than cliffs
Desire to drift
Too strong to deny
I'll grab the lighter and flick

I listen to WARTMTH on a bad day
Listen back say, "Nigga that's great"
Nigga, I'm great
Young Heat Incarnate be the hardest on your last played
Nothing half-baked
Y'all could not compete if you wanted
Hit the gas in a fast lane of my own
Throw a bone, let you rat's chase
Y'all ain't dogs
Y'all ain't loyal 'nough for that class or that caste
Plain and simple
My hour glass trickle as my past fades
Write a couple raps 'fore I'm passe

Clyde, take some reef and chief it,
Take a beat and eat it
So prestigious, flow is slick as grease is
I'm the shit; I'm feces
Fuck accessible 'cause next to rest of y'all I'm fucking Jesus
Undefeated, weeded out the snakes;
My garden green as weed is now
Taking weed hits, ow!
Coughing up and screeching
Talking tough on screen
And, actually, you real as all your pieces
Blow!
You shooting BB's out
Niggas sweet as Reese's
When you bring the heat,
Them niggas be like, "I was just being facetious"
Please, bitch

*Contains a sample of '1978 Jump Street' by Funk Poppas

BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY
PRODUCTION CONSULTANT/CO-PRODUCER Michaeliati @michaeliati


-esque 2019

SLUDGE

LYRICS:

Said
My head keeps spinning, so my thoughts stay turning to knots
And keep twisting up
Lot I had to say I forgot
I keep slipping up
Got amends to make, and I ought
I keep tripping up
Head keep spinning

Yo, my head spinning in degrees, no axis,
So access to focus not easy to come by
Succumb to the tree smoke
Ashes are blown to the breeze
Molasses, I'm slowed 'til I cease
Most gas is just passage to peace
So passive
Please don't ask if my head's on straight
'Cause it stay spinning backwards
I stay spitting raps,
And I stay hititng backwoods, 
Nigga
Guess that's what my vice is:
I like to light spliffs to suppress stress for excitement
I'm like a pilot who fly high with his eyelids shut
'Cause if you ask 'the fuck I'm doing 
I don't know what

Spun out of orbit
My mind distorted, contored to knots
I'm tongue-tied, my lungs fried
Absorbed with the thought of bridges burned from missing words that I had forgot
I live and learn
What isn't earned?
I'm sure that I got what I deserve
But wish it weren't the case
'Cause I can't lift this curse of this egg on my face in your eyes
I realize that you'll always see me different
Wouldn't have meant it if I'd apologized
But at least we wouldn't be distant
Fuck


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Officially done cleaning out my hard drive, so to speak. Quality quality NEW shit from here on out, ya dig 



PRODUCED BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2019

SPINNING

Spent my birthday making this track off an addy

LYRICS:

Started my nineteenth off of amphetamines
Better bet I seen better days
The cheddar been steady Gs
But I'm tryna get mega paid
I'm throwin' it all in 
Fuck shifts, it's all day
I'm Sinatra; it's my way or nada
Propser, what I gotta do
I can't blame nobody else for anything I got into
Did it to myself
The pros and cons juxtaposed upon my past show
I've come too far, nigga
Ain't no turning back, so
Prayers that the cash flow follow with the raps
Go off like a motherfucking scripture in mass
I'm a god, nigga, you're just a parishioner, in fact
Step back
Need I remind you I'm so sick
Fuck twelve, give a pig swine flu
Give my dick time to breathe
Give a fuck about opinions of what I do
I'm too busy with the grind to
Schizo, I'm inclined to spit so the rhymes make my mind soothe
My youth 'halfway out the window
Tell me where'd that shit go?

Yo, tell me where that time went
'Cause lately I been thinking 'bout my time spent
And lately I been wondering where that time went
And frankly I been wondering how much time left


EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2019

NINETEEN

Made this song for my MOM, OKAY? 'Twas a gift. (She alleges she enjoyed it.) Probably the most wholesome shit you'll hear from me for years to come. Back to being vile now, see ya.


LYRICS

Scarred cheeks but you're not scared to kiss me
I love being gone
It's nice to know you miss me
My love for you strong
My heart's never been empty
I'm glad you put me on
I'm grateful for existing
I used to say I'm not
But I was only venting
Just know I love you lots
It's hard for me to show it
I'm usually stuck in thought
Your son's a little stoic
A couple times we fought
Sorry I had to blow it
Can't say I won't again
I know you won't condone it
You're not my "little friend"
But that's okay because
You matter more than them
Just know I'm trying but
I might fall on my sword again
You know I'm not perfect
I said you weren't too
My words weren't worth it
Sorry I hurt you
I think the world of you
And wish the whole earth knew
I know your momma proud
Cause I'd be if I birthed you

I don't have a chorus but I love you like a lot
Sorry that I suck you taught me well it's not your fault
I was acting bad, maybe
We can leave that in the past, maybe
In the past maybe




-esque 2020

WE CAN LEAVE THAT IN THE PAST, MAYBE

Some more synthpop punk rap for ya

LYRICS

But I'm
Fuckin' gone!
No telling what type of shit that I'm on

Adolescence left this face scarred
Darkskin like my face charred
Got a lot of shit to safeguard
Hate and you can taste hard dick down your throat
Spit like a poet, so I spit like pros
And your bitch probably know it
She at VIP in my shows
Nixing these foes
Kinship with bros;
Know the clique stay close,
Though I'm twisted and gross
Spliff hit the most mixed with some alc and some gin for a toast
Hit the pen to repose
Drip but the clothes thrifted and cinched with a pin just to fit knit tight as a rope
Might need more dick width
Since all of these nitwits on mine tryna lick
And I'm sickened
Maybe I'm just nitpicking
Stay tucked with the twist ends
Couple drugs in my system
Getting fucked to my wits' end
If I die tell my plug that I'll miss him



EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2020

TELL MY PLUG THAT I'LL MISS HIM

Hard shit punk raps

LYRICS

Hazy in a whirlwind
Blazing 'til the world end
I don't give a fuck, 
And I ain't changing up
Lately unconcerned, bent
Breaking not a sure bet
I don't give a fuck,
And I ain't changing up
I don't give a fuck,
And I ain't changing up

Off and on again
With doses of klonopin
Cough, boxing hot as sin
Crossed, vodka rocks and gin shots descend
Stomach turned to knots
I vomit blocks and then chunks,
Spewing gunk
Lungs could probably use some oxygen
Toxicologists not with this
I'm a prophet, it's obvious
Often dropping hits
Copping fits hot off a thrift
Drip with a Ross spree
A bitch, I could not be
Your clique and your posse is shit
Can you not see?
Sick, ill as shit
My writtens really illicit
Drive it like I'm stealing it
You're two-hands-on-the-wheel-ing it
I'm real and it's a fact
You lack appeal because you're wack
Can't conceal it over apps
You message hoes who don't hit back
Leave 'em limping while you're stuck simping
I'm balls deep
You won't even get the fuckin' tip in
I'm dipping



EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2020

PARTLY CLOUDY

You're out, and it's orange because the streetlights are on. It's late. It's only getting later. But you're staying out. Under streetlights. Everything looks orange.

LYRICS:

Dab, hit the pen
Take tabs then ascend
Cleaning up my act until I dirty up my shit again
Careening off the track of straight 'n narrow
I'll be back with eighths to spare
So in the meantime, find me off this beeline
Bitches on my back, but I don't mind
It's hard to reach mine
Swishers getting packed 
We chief the reefer thick as thieves
Dime pieces wanna please us 
She get on her knees to greet us
Freak with Mona Lisa's 
Don't condone no divas
Sick like I'm prone to seizures
Thick hoes disposed to leave us
Pic posts enclosed in DMs
I'm a sicko, I'm this close to schizo
Tip-toe out your window
I'm with your bitch,
Got her chin soaked with a big load
All evidence gets disposed quick,
Swallowed down her throat
Flick off at 'em po pigs
Passing in two-tone whips, known pricks
I got a bone to pick
With all of those opposed
And swift is justice when I close this fist
These muhfuckas talking 'bout me
But dont know the gist
And if you doubting me, you don't exist
What the fuck do you know of this?
I'm taking dubs, you 0-6
Get a grip or let go of it
Give a fuck who you rolling with
Get the fuck off this swollen dick
Motherfucker

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Getting into shit with your friends, and it's late out, so shit can only get more interesting. Or at least that's the hope, so that's why you stay out. At least it looks cool. Everything turns into that dusky orange-brown under streetlights. That's the cover art. That's the song. Punk bars over a night time beat. The lead sounds very adolescent the way the melody descends, like experience is being had at the top and a lesson learned on the way down. Like I said, getting  into shit. 



EVERYTHING BY "GOOD GUY" CLYDE ANDY

-esque 2020

CAREENING

Heat Incarnate @dashesque
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