album 'Luna, Sole', of all genres and feelings, will be done someday. This will be track 4 of 24.

produced by Isaiah Clark.

Luna, Sole

Yes I Do, You

RUCKUS! [inst.]

live rendition of the same song, 
produced and mixed by Isaiah Clark himself

THE LS RECORDINGS

What Shall I Do? (live)

Oh no, I’mma try again
I’m on my own, it’s a diamond
gimme a loan and a vitamin
I’ll need it all fore I’m flyin' in
over the hill, and found light again
over yaself, get a life, my friend



Stompin' around in my fantasy
comin' around with a plan to be
now I know that we can’t band to see
everything my way, so I’mma leave
I'll need a band-aid and dynasty
I see a chance and I’m tryna flee
“made of a fake, I inspire things”
all of the times where I’d die, I think
I ain’t aligned yet with all of me
then again, who else will try to be?

oh, I’m on a high again
is it the fire or diadem?
lo, I don’t know, I’mma try again
I hear the sirens alive again

oh, quiet’s the lion’s den
bouta ignite what’ll likely end
over an ill, I’mma cry and vent
over yaself, get a life, my friend



Oh no, I’mma try again
I’m on my own, it’s a dyin' man
gimme a loan and a vitamin
I’ll need it all fore I’m flyin in
I hear the sirens aspirin’
cryin I’m comin to trial and then
over the hill, and found light again
over yaself, get a life, my friend



Oh no, oh no
I told you so
oh so alone
I won’t go home

Oh no, ohhh

Oh no, I’mma try again
I’m on my own, it’s a diamond (dyin man)
gimme a loan and a vitamin
I’ll need it all fore I’m flyin in
I hear the sirens aspirin’
cryin I’m comin to trial and then
over the hill, and found light again
over yaself, get a life, my friend

over yaself, get a life, my friend

From When I Was Worse

YASELF

YASELF.

written, produced and mixed by myself.



She told me draw me like that French bitch
starin like a wolf, sayin’ we don’t want no friendship
dancing on my pulse with a look and a finger
Love is a song, her body make me wanna be a singer
I probably don’t remember a lot of what she was sayin
but the blotted bar napkin says “December in Vegas” 
I heard she’s from the city of embers and didn’t make it
I heard her say she pretty as Amber, and spit amazin’
A rose from the pavement, self-made and hella fragrant
So blatant, no shame in reservations
Smoke stay’n on propane, so elevatin
Cobain and Coldplay, Evelyn Wang’n
Soul shinin’ like a sun plus dynamite
Silent as a lamb, blackest of the pasture
Ass so entrancin’, she damnnear a bastard
Told me to relax with that damn smile, so I asked her
(huh) “I’m like the Obi-Wan of Oakland, hun
plus I’m the chosen one; hush, lemme show you some
cuffs, tied, sober, I could make you feel potion-ed”
she opened up my third eye and this is what she spoke in 



She told me “draw me like that French bitch”
starin like a wolf, sayin’ we don’t want no friendship
swearin like a sailor, especially when she French kiss
Tall tale livin’, and her sexiness is endless
I bet she tastes like aphrodisiacs
I’ll know better once I get another try
She say “when you famous, take me to a French city
and after that, we’ll never have to say goodbyes”


Yeah, and viva ya damn body
Your eyes versus Versailles, the first wins, I'm sorry
Versatile, you whirlwind, you beast, mami
Notre Dame, you burnin, you queen-hottie
Esmerelda, how the fuck'd you do that
Late to the rendezvous, with other doorags
Cuz by the look in your eyes, I bet you want me to
But you been dodgin the vibe, with the wrongest of crews
Come at ya nigga Tom, dominant lookin bomb
Dominic in a monster, dickin you at the pond
Dickinson for the mind, Richard III imma get it
With a purr and a weapon; curfew up in heaven
How you so hard to fine, got me climbin a line
You like a godless shrine, runnin my spotted mind
Drunk stumblin in encounters and stuntin sublime
let your diadem shine! girl are you out of your mind
And whatchoo mean by “can I come in your room”?
when I let you on my bed, I got nothin to do
when you rolling on my head, what the fuck is the move
you know I don’t do a thing cuz I don’t hear a cue, but ooooooooooooooh

Then she told me “draw me like that French bitch”
starin like a wolf, sayin’ we don’t want no friendship
swearin like a sailor, especially when she French kiss
Tall tale livin’, and her sexiness is endless
I bet she tastes like aphrodisiacs
I’ll know better once I get another try
She say “when you famous, take me to a French city
and after that, I’ll let you get another bite”

French

i’ve been growing fast asleep
 i bet you’re lonely: catch a seat
ask that for ya ride home 
go ‘head and end on a high note

feeling holy… you say?
well, could you throw me where it stays
shut your mouth otherwise, friend
you interruptin my high, then

i hear pretty people sin
likely, drifting in the wind
goddamn, what i’d take
how to stand on their highway

painted on three dollar signs
nailed aloft reads ‘all is mine’
alas, underneath in a fine blue
an atlas to meet them at high noon

chantin yonder, and louder too 
stands yer mom ‘er some pompous fool 
why make me say ‘take a hike, now’?
i ain’t the greatest on high grounds

that there bottle’s from yesteryear 
back where squabbles were less and clear
always and never outside, just
fearing what falling so high does

locomotive, leave with speed
no more emotion’s for me to see
finally crippled how i please
sliding a ship into high seas

somehow, nowhere grows this earth
don’t ever bow there: i know its worth
i’mma find life in a fine kiss
while i rhyme “better” with "highness”

my heart is going, my mind will stray
my part was only what i could page
honey, i’m sorry i’m high, though
it’s all of a sudden a high low

Isaiah Dylan Clark

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