ethereal haze

light cycle

misty landscape

my attempt to replicate dancing with your eyes closed from memory, including original sections

remake of jr dancing with your eyes closed

ba-ding

frequency

honkytonkrave.wav

gothic hotel

automation

prod me

LYRICS:

Pull up to the curb, I’m the Drive-Up don,
Orders in the trunk ‘fore the beat come on,
Khakis creased up, yeah, I stay too calm,
Got the barcode tatted on my palm

Corporate say “smile,” I’m like, “bet, I’ma grin,”
While I’m planning my takeover from within,
Red bullseye banner, that’s the set I’m in,
We the ones pushin’ carts and dreams to the end

We doin’ Target Practice, learnin’ how to aim,
From the lot to the clock, every grind the same,
Pushin’ red carts like we push that flame,
Yeah, I’m workin’ for the store, but I’m buildin’ my name

Got my walkie on blast, “Copy that, zone four,”
Move packs in totes like I’m movin’ in war,
Say “thank you for shopping,” but I’m thinkin’ of more,
Manifest in the break room, dreamin’ of tour

Red shirt, gold goals, we don’t play pretend,
Whole crew tight like them carts at the end,
Started off shy, now I set that trend,
‘Cause every shift grind got a message to send

We doin’ Target Practice, learnin’ how to aim,
From the lot to the clock, every grind the same,
Pushin’ red carts like we push that flame,
Yeah, I’m workin’ for the store, but I’m buildin’ my name

Scanner go beep like a trigger click,
I’m just tryna level up, shift to shift,
Stockroom soldier, I’m equipped,
With ambition tucked in my clip

Boss say chill, but I’m locked on sight,
Dreams in my bag, I’m up all night,
We turn that logo into streetlight,
Bullseye glowin’—Target life

Ain’t no cap, just khaki tactics,
Red shirt rep, this my faction classic,
Work to the bone, then I flip the mattress—
Every day a grind, call it Target Practice

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