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lyrics - 

hollowed out
minimum questioning what it's taken me
or you would think it adds up to something blatantly
i've seen a segment
seen it generate latency
hard drive full of pics
send it back away from me
habitual or the futur proche like my tutor says
and if its right in front of you
you better off palming it
and if its right in front of you
you better off palming it

comforting
to learn this isn't that important
waking up beside a window
waking up the rain was pouring
palermo streets I bought a coffee
2.50 and it's glorious
I was talking to a dog walker
the Doberman was looking forward
the radiator leaking
and I'm looking out for when I'm ornery
i've seen the same bagger each Sunday
forget the number for my poivrons at the grocery
stepping back and take a deep breath
simple put it out for me
all this shit gonna evaporate
i'm hot and it's still storming

hollowed out
minimum questioning what it's taken me
or you would think this all adds to something
well wait and see
i've seen a segment
seen it generate hate in me
hard drive full of memories
i'ma peek again
the futur proche or conditionnel like I could say
and if it's right in front of you
you better off palming it
and if it's right in front of you
you better off palming it

doubled down
a crowded subway sold prosciutto
my mom's spaghetti recipe
in the stainless steel going real slow
the question was
how much practice you really clocking in?
parsing through
i heard they miscommunicated and gave a good job some throat lozenges
i got whiplash talking accented
stale brick put the snare drum on the separate second
child-like like my 2nd cousin
child-like like the second coming
child-like like the subway packed
and my book bag one-shouldered in 4th grade run it

a hand turkey in 5th grade
we smarter than

reading my future between two fingers
you smarter than

stepping in the mall in the middle of Florida
you smarter than
you smarter than
i'm smarter than

future tenses (prod. stale brick & callan reese)

(always finding out I don't know enough *)

_crops x vaygrnt

lyrics:
slipped outside, check my stats
slice it up
it’s 3pm Medellin sun
overcast over a quick cup
might make it out of here by 5 with some luck
way they call it a stud
way I stub my toe on what I thought was a banister

always finding out I don’t know enough
always finding out I don’t know enough
always finding out I don’t know enough

towards the sun, that’s consoling
i got sunk costs from cause and effect 
cause all these days end up rolling down that same path
i stay blasé with it
knowing tomorrow i’ll wake up and there’s something else there sitting
that I can’t handle
it all adds up in it
we gonn meet in transit 
we got pass each other in traffic
i was 6 hours back
how we call that the same day?
the certificate at the end of this
a couple jackets 
that I stuck with 
a few bad habits
i’m looking for anywhere to ash this
the crack of the seagulls above
the back porch like a handcuff
i’m waiting to call the bluff

shake my head like free associate
danger
late afternoon
too early to step out
i wager a couple more on the table 
the room smelled of crabgrass
an argumentative last laugh
i’m always ready to drop my tools
when it comes to it 
i’m always ready to drop my tools
when it comes to it 

towards the sun, that’s consoling

written & performed by cropscropscrops
produced by vaygrnt
mixed by vaygrnt & steel tipped dove
mastered by steel tipped dove

towards the sun - cropscropscrops x vaygrnt

lyrics
(cropscropscrops)
my back curvature a macro
slipping around in socks
my floor fresh cleaned 
i’m nothing but a tadpole
this the tetherball recess
someone double your size is
stepping from the back row
like how you trying a new recipe
i step back from the mirror like a husky
pulling a tourist out in the tundra
that tree there is nothing, don’t look twice
fresh snow the 8th world wonder
the 9th a small bowl of steamed rice
i hit the ball with my palm flat
90 degrees
like its the purpose of my life
up to this point i got nothing right
double checking the flight number
my feet outstretched in the aisle
i’m woozy under a single reading light
till the whistle blows 
the rope wraps itself to the poll 
i slide into the last spot in line

(killvongard)
i don’t know how we’re going to get out of this but

what do we got on time travel?

i’m still hanging off the monkey bars...

recess (feat. KILLVONGARD)

lyrics
the sea frozen i’ll take it home with me
the highest speed that i can go a stop motion picture i’m still filming 
this a caloric deficit
i was a buck 50
they gonna talk inflation 
like its juxtaposition to filtering 
i’m bound by narrative
stopped in the gas station to get some now and laters
a powerade, some corn nuts, 
honestly just wasting time till i gotta be somewhere later

i skate across on these deer legs
i sense pangea like i got somewhere to be at any point
pretty sure life is just being late
it was a Friday 
i drove 6 hours to portland maine
the 20th anniversary show of transatlanticism i went alone,
got drunk and ate a grilled cheese at some place
sat there like i aint got a face
sat there like at some point i’m gonna evaporate 
at some point the ice rink 
gonna stretch a new way
some toddler learning to skate 
someone pushing 30 in a zoom room finds out identity is nothing but an open space
this the back of the boat shaking
morning after i never got my sea legs
saw run the jewels at lollapalooza 2014
walked around the city afterward kept stepping on rakes

my side yard leaf pile the only currency i live by still
how could i know if anything is sunken underneath this still
it's your first job, you probably gonna take a couple from the till
till tomorrow you’re syphoning all that seawater
just to place it on your windowsill

the 20th anniversary death cab for cutie transatlanticism tour (album version)

lyrics
adjusting to the night sky out under the pavement
if its customary to gaze 
i note the big star like how they use cute language
like he gonna bring home the bacon
i had a pig in elementary named him after the Little Debbie snacks 
the packaging tossed in the waste bin
this a separating of the recycling
how a few cans always end up misplaced man

my cobwebs is evidence
i get tired of moving my digits too far out of the sediment
adding up another reason to wake up later
its incremental, i savor
the molasses settles to the bottom of the mason jar
my favorite constellations are 
whatever I can see from the highway
driving back to my parent’s house

the city fog dissipating
20 minutes from the skyline
i’m probably an apparition
i’m probably nothing but the byline 
i’ll probably wake up too late for my time
i’ll probably justify a reason to skate by
i’m probably just a few stars misaligned
i’m probably just a few stars misaligned

its a taut state line to the east
the only thing infinite is the bridge still shaking beneath
the flathead the wrong size my arms outreached
we all take a swing 
it’s all pull and release
the catfish shadow 
resembles something of a beast
the rorash blot spills on the page and in post 
I could turn it to another motif 
you get lost inside the indigo 
pen pal letter shakes you, redirected from a different code 
zipped lips,
while i linger all day thinking about where i’ll go
we’ve gotten to the point together
that we know tomorrow i’ll wake
breaking points are just an envelope shake
and in front of me this package came from somewhere i couldn’t place

you know anything about this
i have no idea where this came from
i dont think i ordered that
well alright
should we open it
ah sure

the city fog dissipating
20 minutes from the skyline
i’m probably an apparition
i’m probably nothing but the byline 
i’ll probably wake up too late for my time
i’ll probably justify a reason to skate by
i’m probably just a few stars misaligned

constellations

lyrics
i know inspiration fleeting, i don’t let it ride out
the casse-croute busy, the cats walking around
a few fries fall, they all chase to get it
there’s one sitting back
i let him have another one right in its mouth
that’s the crease in the map  
the flat earth theory quite convenient
when there’s a straight line to edge
the different formats of weather
change how quickly i get out of bed
the only sources i let sink in is what i can feel in my head
my notepad dry
QB sneak on 4th down
i don’t play with surprises
ain’t no moment i hide
afterward we gonna chicken scratch the final score
put it on the wall, compare it with what Wegas said 

all my chips on red
all my chips on my friends
all my chips on this one cat i don’t give him a name 
cause they gonna ask where it came from 
like backstory means anything
i only care about what is said
 with all due respect
it comes down to collage 
like oh but the strawberries will never taste quite that good again
i’m berry picking smack dab in the middle of Quebec
the cashier rings us out i listen twice but
i don’t get what was said
i know inspirations fleeting
i circle the cul-de-sac 
swear we seen that house already i take the next left
10pm, i’m the only thing left there’s a few stars overhead
but i never been good at remembering the birthdates of my friends 
think i see some type of farm animal 
the scale tipping, i turn the space heater up
the room smells of Vick’s vapor-rub
buffalo ranch can of Pringles, 
i stop writing when my hand gets stuck
10 minutes go by you walk in and ask what’s up
if only it was as easy as cutting this up

the drone shot zooms out 
the car still stuck in the mud 
the drone shot zooms out 
the car still stuck in the mud

casse-croûte (chips)

lyrics
i prep to break the ice floor
little pick axe thing a ma jig 
reminds me of this cold sore
i rub my tongue over it
like 2 hands on the magic lamp
the gloves were cheap to the point i can’t even use the keyboard
i give my hands air 
what else we ask for?
an epiphany in February 
like i need help spelling this out
watching Groundhog Day
eating Tostitos till i can’t feel my mouth 
fill it up, fill the bowl up
i’m 17 and my existence is expansive 
my mind was in the barrel all this time 
ain’t no need for the decanting
the only thing disturbing is that button labeled panic
fill it up, fill the hole up
a couple rodents scurry round the grass like they dancing
i’m looking at em through the checkered pattern of a hammock

1,2,3,4,5

the choreography of this dance 
always starts 2 steps from one
if i mislead you its more out of stubborn ignorance
stopping this small raft from drowning
by plugging those leaky holes with 2 sticks of gum
its as simple as throwing the stick and he runs
remember entropy simply a lack of what’s to come 
i like predictable things
how quickly i get frustrated
eating a pomegranate 
till someone close to me 
shows me a better way it can be done
just the thwack of a tool
how many meanings you got packed in that community pool
i think back on it with a slow render
till it stalls out 
i take a break to refuel
the back of the bathroom stall has a note from someone named Mr. Osborn
in quotations “anything you store in routine will forever lack meaning you big dumb fool”

you big dumb fool
you big dumb fool

groundhogs, choreography

lyrics
look at you all dewy-mouthed
lost in the fog 
i wait for a little touch and go
it’s always later when i’m talking out
sometimes i felt that tug of that rope
looped around your truck back hatch 
this word i didn’t think i’d need is now the only piece missing in this code
aint always how it goes
you and i could pool everything we own together
i wouldn’t question the size of that load
you and i could pull 6 horses together 
the only thing i’d be asking myself is where’s the closest road
on this island you can’t make any moves on red   
my turning signal a reference point
an originator, a stale piece of bread
my circle full of people that might spend a lifetime
getting one thing right
a starting line, a graffiti tag, 
it’ll take me 30 minutes to get there by bike
but you can bet i’ll be there alright 
the whole way there i’m listening to nothing but the streetlights

once while eavesdropping outside this bar 
i overheard manic described as… well it’s all at once
i’m of the belief nothing’s set in stone not even how we’ll define
my definition of time is
its all at once
my definition of life is 
its all at once

look at you going on about structures of time and whatnot
i withdrew myself from situations i couldn’t take 
as easy as turning up the AC they’ll bill me in the next month
my impulse is to stop here for a drink
i’ll loop around the block to think it over
i see someone through their window they’re turning up the heat
he kinda looks like me
if i could say it in another way it’d repeat it as
we don’t look anything alike
except for maybe we both got teeth
blue jeans
a belt like a leash
looped a few times around because i always lose weight around this time of year
like there’s something in the seeds
my perennials falling over
another one of those words i didn’t think i’d need 
here we are together once again thinking about if its worth it to stop by
inside my tote bag:
a couple peppers, a brand new scrub daddy, and a new bottle of wine
i think we just gonna go home at this point
whether that’s the moon or a kid flying a kite
at this point i don’t want to know 
if it doesn’t matter i’m alright

once while watching the end credits at some movie
i overheard someone review it right there as 
well its alright just once
i’m of the belief nothing’s worth defining by if you had enough
my definition of time
did you have enough
my definition of life
did you have enough

all at once

lyrics
comprehension the only real convenience
meaning my stock room’s always leaking
meaning the hidden roads full of meeting points
the bookshelf a pocket door
meaning everything has 2 meanings
with all due respect, what i mean is
this an exchange of goods
the only thing the medium on park ave
told me is the front oak leaning a bit too close to the hood

so i went and saw another one

the return
the flash
the waste
the way to say all that

the return
the flash
the waste
one way to say all that

the return
the return

a quick rainstorm like setting back the clocks
the crops tarot cards a security camera, 
a hermit, and a side profile of a neighborhood block
she calls for recess with a loud knock
she flipped the sun card like the switch of a knob
i’m always in between two thoughts i can’t get across
the first is a signal fading 
the second is getting home to see the tree fell right onto the top


the return
the flash
the waste
the way to say all that

the return
the flash
the waste
one way to say all that

the return
the return
the return
the return

2 psychic readings

lyrics
walked to the end of the dock 
rain coming down like a stanza
i heard the barbarians ate
like my dad does
there’s a field here
i’ll stand in it till the end of time
or at least till the clock it gets ran up
the ticket pull
the bingo card
my free space all i got so far
the viewfinder on the camera
is whirring out of focus
every time i leave it to chance
i find the only tyrant is random

if i wake up tired today
i’ll put my bed right outside

if i had to tell you anything
it’d probably be that there’s lots on my mind

they gonna call my number
swear to god see her hand pull another it’s anytime

if i had to tell you anything
it’d probably be that we should go share this ride

he walked to the edge of the screen
we’ll put tomorrow on the other side
i’m in the third aisle back in the theater
i cant see past the bald head of some guy
i poke on his shoulder
try to get his attention
but he’s sleeping
and i can’t be bothered for another try
careful in public
careful round the bend
the roadkill here just stock footage in this life
anonymity the last trophy in this life
they call i35
i’m raising my hands high

if i wake up tired today
i’ll put my bed right outside

if i had to tell you anything
it’d probably be that there’s lots on my mind

they gonna call my number
swear to god see her hand pull another it’s anytime

if i had to tell you anything
it’d probably be that we should go share this ride

bingo

4th track off ORCHARD
@didixpark

feat:
@staticres
@naulds
@dannysoto

produced + engineered by @ryon4u

Poncho (feat. Static Res, Naulds & Danny Soto) (prod. Ryon4u)

now living at @cropscropscrops
1/2 @rosepointe
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Poncho (feat. Static Res, Naulds & Danny Soto) (prod. Ryon4u)

Didi Park

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