Produced by Lucid Optics & Snow Globe
We've got an EP in the works
Artwork by Cody Horwood
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I’ve heard a rapper say to stay away from making music, ain’t nothing but a confusing mess
But I need to take the other side, no offense, making music is the only thing to me that’s making any sense
I’ve got a shitload of questions and not enough answers
I’ve got guardian angel that’s been on break 
She's taking too long
Now I'm running out of songs
Each one a different way to describe the same thing: a feeling not done justice by words
Thought language scattered in the mind it's very hard to translate it
Looking in the eyes to break it
Puzzles in the iris make it easier to figure out what you're really telling me
And I could never know for sure
But I'm scraping away the bullshit until my thumbs are raw
You take what makes sense and make a mess of it as if life isn't confusing enough!
Well, all you're really doing here is adding on stress to the few that choose to settle with you
You've got me handling demands like a bomb threat
Play by your rules or go be someone else's fool
Life... this is what it is:
I've stepped into a blind game of pinning tails on pigs!
Make money or die with nothing else to prove you lived
And what we have is fucking nothing in front of actual intelligence

A couple have the millions
Millions have nothing
See, your thoughts don't really put food in my stomach… (or does it?)
I'm eating bread without the lunch meat
So I don't lose touch with something that a futuristic Lucid couldn't do without
And I'll probably die right here in this room while I'm shaking Snow Globes pondering my own doom
So much light pollution that I haven't seen the moon
Since the last hallucination after gobbling the mushrooms
Hobbling my nuts to a what?
To a place that I know I won't be bugged
Either starving in the alley or a face in the mud
Breathing or becoming part of what made me, baby!
Your type is dangerous to mine
I'd live off the land with some friends and I'd be fine
You're the Abel to my Cain when the drought stopped the rain
Promised all the better 
But we'd be lucky to live the same as we once did

God would like you better if you didn't talk

Thought Language (prod. by Snow Globe - Demo)

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Thought Language (prod. by Snow Globe - Demo)

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