Billy Cobb My Hips Dont Lie

tried my best. one of my different tracks. i will return to the program soon.

production and mastering and lyrics and blah blah blah all by me :D

hedonic treadmill

I saw twenty seven bodies when at Grand Lake
They were dropped
Unless getting shot
I felt panic for the plot
I went to the spot
They did not ask me for ID
There was not a single cop
Even near the liquor shop
Pop pop! close the door on me and get your fingers caught
Knock knock! In control like a top stock stopcock
Hot like a wok and you're following me
Like a shepherd with his flock
But I'm like a master lock

Can't copy! They're playing with their money all sloppy
Like monopoly. Nobody can stop me
I'm paparazzi the way I flash, snap no floppy
I could buy old school Atari

Running out of energy. No triple-A
I feel myself slip away
Shot in the dark. Made it ricochet
I can't scrub away my past
I'll probably end up double-A
And fail tryna run away with a priming double date

Uh, give all of my orders like a mandate
Stoop myself so I can think
Now I can't stand straight
We can't talk
We don't think the same and I can't translate
I don't think it can wait
I got manmade struggles handmade
Things you cannot patch up with a band-aid
Things that you cannot patch up with fanmail and grants paid
Demands made that without a plan I can't change
Damn straight

And I talk like I'm in La Folie
And I take the recognition like R.O.C
Do things myself to keep my R.O.E high
Know my trajectory like stars know the sky

But I don't know anything else about myself
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if I'll end up on the shelf

CAN'T COPY

Huh
Huh

Systems in position cause they wanna keep me stuck here
Struck fear inside me like the headlights to a son deer
Gutting animals while I'm insisting what my life's worth
People wanna rule the world, but all we have is dry earth

I'll get a life, I'll get a job, I'll get a hobby
Take a gun and put it to my head so you can rob me
Take me to the grave of my old friend who died of oxy
Take the cells within my brain until I am a proxy
I won't think like that and nobody can stop me
But if I think at all my head feels like it's throbbing
They got me addicted to whatever makes my mind stop
But I know they're hurting me and that is all that I got

There's still revolution in - but no one's talking
Everybody cared until the views would stop logging
I guess everyone would rather move on to the next thing
Government still tries to tap my grandma's phone while text-
AHHH!
Get it?
It is not enough to have it if you never spread it
It is not enough to know when everything is guesses
Far more genuine and far more decrepit

Systems in position cause they wanna keep me stuck here
Struck fear inside me like the headlights to a son deer
Gutting animals while I'm insisting what my life's worth
People wanna rule the world, but all we have is dry earth

People try to twist my view as if they were contortionists
They're rushing velocity
Take some time to fashion a philosophy
Why is my life so disproportionate?
The hole inside my soul is not full even with a Porsche in it
Fortunately, I can just sell my social life and soul just like my family before me!
Make lots of money and regret it all by 40
And retire by the time my bones are all too weak to support me
Just like a lion in the wild desperate for what to kill for
Someone say a brand I can shill for
Maybe by the time I strip my personality
I'll look like I'm worth at least a mil for (I'll kill for it)

You gotta lead or leave little brother
The clock's turning
You need some money
Don't need purpose
You gotta lead or leave little brother
The clock's turning
You need some money
Don't need purpose

Systems in position cause they wanna keep me stuck here
Struck fear inside me like the headlights to a son deer
Gutting animals while I'm insisting what my life's worth
People wanna rule the world, but all we have is dry earth
Systems in position cause they wanna keep me stuck here
Struck fear inside me like the headlights to a son deer
Gutting animals while I'm insisting what my life's worth
People wanna rule the world, but all we have is dry earth

THE HOLE

This is a song for a missus
Who spends too much time inside her own head
And I dream of dancing in a dream house
Till we get tired and sleep in our bed

I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking

Oh, this is a hope that you listen
I spend too much time inside my own head
Cause I dream of dancing in a dream house
Till we expire and sleep in our deaths

And I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking

This is for whoever listens
It's not for her attention
There's just love in my head
And I sing songs
Knowing they're about you
And it's nights you don't know that
Where I toss in my bed
And, and, and
I don't know what I'm doing here

I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking
I don't know what we're doing here
Oh, I don't know what we're doing here

Temptations.

Dunno

actors - whytide

yeah i got a habit
bitch i am manic
dated a mad bitch
she was a bad bitch
tell me i had it tell me i lost it
spread my wings and i will fly like a moth
tell me what u need
im lost (x4)
tell me what u need
im lost (x3)
tell me what u think 
im lost

im lost

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