Homegrown Memories

* Instrumental: "Mt. Rushmore" - @TWACharlesH

T-Shirts in The Mail

New Soul (F. Murph Dirt)

Where Ya At (F. Murph Dirt)

Paper Planes (F. Murph Dirt)

The Rains Of Castamere (F. Murph Dirt)

Hella Hoes (F. Murph Dirt)

Heard Her Cry (F. Murph Dirt)

Kiss Me In The Loft (F. Murph Dirt)

Porn Star Suicide (F. dirt.)

Dope Fiends (F. dirt.)

Waves (F. dirt.)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Quantum Leap" by @TWACharlesH

What We've Been Through (F. Hambino)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "One For JC" by @TWACharlesH

Her:
The goon in my room awakes when I'm through; he's sleeping forehead on his tattoo (looking like he needs to buy a redo). He better not taint the picture I drew or remind me that he bought the fucking easel or how he hates all the food that I cook.
Nothing can change the shape of things to come.

Him:
I found on the ground the man that I crowned "King of The Mean" and "Savior of Sound". He lays in a heap, but swimming in doubt... like he didn't create the pool with that doubt, didn't change all the rules with that doubt, and didn't dominate the duel in that bout.
Nothing can change the shape of things to come.

The Shape of Things (F. Hambino)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Stay" by @TWACharlesH

Drink in hand while she's confessing and mace in hand while she walks the street. She paid her fare for the bus's seat while tingles grow starting at her feet. 
* fade 
Hours into her journey: endless stare as he falls asleep, while her despair doesn't even blink. It stings and sinks into her drink.
* repeat
Nothing on him. He's never downtown because the counterpart is. 750ml down with a problem well hid; men sang aloud about his bits.
* fade

Fade (F. Hambino)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Hardwood Classics" by @TWACharlesH

Lies (F. Hambino)

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Call My Name" by @TWACharlesH

Google Me (F. Hambino)

* Instrumental: "Closer Than Ever" by @TWACharlesH

I'm a new soul working in soles with two left feet with blisters showing.
I groan, "I'm grown, my picture says so,"
*Picture*: Two left feet with blisters showing in a home that's known for sex that's cold, food that's drove and Saturday shows.

Home then phone? Your blisters show. Within' reach, I clean my own. In a see-through shell like Michael Cole, we said rude things and took out loans. We traded blows for woes and blow and shed our skin to be new souls.

F'n Crows and Gucci clones replace my need for purple throws. Tea-tree leaves me feeling queasy... three weeks had this feeling easy... now it's like it's 2015 and I miss the thrills of eating.

Now that passed, don't think of your past. It's a DailyBurn to accomplish that task. Your Tweets don't last and neither will drags, neither will fat... might as well grab your overpriced mat and validate that. Get them back! Get on your back!

New Soul II

* F. @HambinoTWFS
* Instrumental: "Can I Chill?" by @TWACharlesH

Burn that village down
Now I'm living under the ground
Two floors up with a jar turned cup
       next to glass that's turned brown
Burn that village down
Where did you learn to love?
Where did I learn to run?
A head-dropped sun watched on as you burned that village down

Where did I learn to love?
Where did you learn to run?
Where did we learn to leave a village burning in the sun?

Village (F. Hambino)

Firework (F. Hambino)

I'll Never Be Sober (F. dirt)

You don't know much but you blew us up. Powered up, this cluts will fuck up our kids and down his dick while I keep working as I always did. Self made crib that I sleep within, missing my mom like a trapped Infant. Maybe I sinned and you're satan? Maybe I'm slim and you're dating.

Periods kill when we spell like this-- a myriad of thrills just to quell our bliss. You can't live well while the other exists. Speech to text with malicious twists... and all for what? A jar for cup? We're products of our parents' bluffs, mine from afar and your's close up.

Artwork by @jtay6969
Instrumental: "One Chain" by @TWACharlesH
F. @dblack25

One Chain (F. D-Black)

Instrumental: "Orbal Pool" by @TWACharlesH
Artwork by @jtay6969

Once in tune, the townie drew his sword: a pint of brew at noon. He delved into a nasty tune-- one about a lasting feud, one he calls a bitter duel, one of which he wants removed.

A man on a lake
can't be fooled
A man on a lake
can't own pools

The townie sings of a drive alongside the mountainside. He told us that his car was white and how it almost died that night he stayed all the way to the right. He feels now like those truckers might:

trapped in strife
meant for life
as if she was his wife 

@HambinoTWFS:

Man on the lake
Like bard
I been goin hard
Crushing Philly runs
Or runnin out to cut
Up Philly cigars
We on the bleachers
Catch a wiff a smoke
A glimpse of the stars
N get reminded just how
Little we are
N tell em ima be great
Just put me on the hook
Or bridge or guitar
I'm blastin’ off
I go from earth
Right to the middle of mars
Been on my own
Been on my guard
My bro and sister were gone
Been thru the warrs 
Look at my hart it's tarched
N riddled wit scars
kept swingin
fuckin stayed here
i had my weapon swingin
pwnin n00bs before you came here
i had my hand up on a big bag o dolja
my tool aint in a holster
yellin if you want me
come and get me ima roast ya
ay dontchu kno dowwwwn
in the bay they call me philly mon
been chief in like a indy ann
and ballin like i’m griffey’ son
I’m game no practice
on the green like the masters
light the dutch master after
the action n all the blood splatter

Man on a Lake No. 1 (F. Hambino)

Featuring @HambinoTWFS
Instrumental: "Comes out The Same" by @TWACharlesH
Artwork by @jtay6969

On Xbox with racist talk with my cobra on. 
"Report this fuck!" 
Don't you wanna ban him? 

See through tops and poolside shots, man Facebook rocks.
My hands on cock-- don't you wanna ban him?

One week pops and one week off, he's got a lot of angst and Fox. 
You don't wanna ban him.

"Make him stop- it's the man in socks with New Day Pops and MAGA hat on top." 
Don't you wanna ban him?

"Drown him with a ban on top" from the man up top.

Ban Him (F. Hambino)

Featuring @dblack25 and @HambinoTWFS
Instrumental: "Get Lost" by @TWACharlesH
Artwork by @jtay6969

He didn't even need you

And when he said love
He didn't even mean you

But when he says fuck
He definitely means you

But when he said love
He didn't even mean you

He didn't even need you

Relax, Relapse (F. D-Black & Hambino)

F. @dirtgod
Artwork by @jtay6969

I don't want to love, I got too much ambition. 
The C on my grave will come from tunnel vision. 
I'm alone, I love it. I despise the public.
I right click on a clip and preheat the oven.
It's May. I've prepaid a few months to budget-- for what? I don't know.
The same reason I'm lunging.
I'm alone. I love it. I despise the public.
I right click on a clip and sip on a Soylent.
I aim the plane and try to stay sane-- for what? I don't know.
The same reason I'm lunging.
I'm alone. I love it. I despise the public.
I right click on a clip and cry to my faucet.
The shame and blame. 
The man on a lake.

Tunnel Vision (F. dirt)

F. @dirtgod
Artwork by @jtay6969
Instrumental: 'Brother' by @TWACharlesH

[dirt.]
Testify my love for you 
I don't know how I feel bout you 
I'm day-to-day and pill-to-pill
Drunk and sloppy, spilling my guts

This beat has too much soul
My heart is a hole 
My soul is a void
You're talking to me
But I know your intentions
I've no means to save you 
You'll only betray me
I'm over it really
But do you still miss me
Do you still hate me?
I don't really miss you 
But I'm dying to fuck you again

[KS]
You're broken; you're testifying. 
The morning after you got away with three, you got away from me.

[dirt.]
It's all a joke.

Testify (F. dirt)

F. @dirtgod
Artwork by @jtay6969

Dead Man's Party; blood summoning!
Relive the wedding that didn't happen.
The Ghost of Von Everec reminds me I'm him. I'm mercurial.

I'm not jealous that your happy. I want to be unhappy, living out my dream pretending I'm laughing. I want to meet. 

Give me a time I'll go.

I'll be alone for a long time. I like that. I gave up my life when you threw up your lifeline.

That was a time ago.

Jealous That You're Happy (F. dirt)

F. @dirtgod
Artwork by @jtay6969

Fake synchronicity won. We could've nipped it in the bud. Toxicity won.

Where is the love? It's generations above.

Who is the one holding the drugs? Gimme a nug. 

A hug and a tug, a feminine shrug. Where is the love?

Where is The Love? (F. dirt)

F. @dirtgod
Artwork by @jtay6969
Instrumental: "Orbal Pool" by @TWACharlesH

Once in tune, the townie drew his sword: a pint of brew at noon. He delved into a nasty tune-- one about a lasting feud, one he calls a bitter duel, one of which he wants removed.

A Man on a Lake
can't be fooled
A man on a lake
can't own pools

The townie sings of a drive alongside the mountainside. He told us that his car was white and how it almost died that night he stayed all the way to the right. He feels now like those truckers might:

trapped in strife
meant for life
as if she was his wife

Man on a Lake No. 2 (F. dirt)

F. @dirtgod
Artwork by @jtay6969
Instrumental: "Be Free" by @twacharlesh

I feel so good with a glass half full. If only I knew where the hourglass stood. The Fleet app brings back our park route and the sands of time expose my roots. My dreams attack but the tears fight back. I thought I was free of this '15 crap. Lean and mean with a need to clean, you'd love the man I've proven to be. 

You don't know much but you blew us up. Powered down, this boy will frown, trapped in the void of his side of town.
"Remember my crown?" - A Gemini, loud.
I ruled with force and she found my pounds to be the final thrusts from a clown in swound. Loud to a crowd, turned off the mound, now she falls ever south with brown in her mouth-- pain for me from now on.

Pain Free (F. dirt)

F. @HambinoTWFS
Artwork by @jtay6969
Instrumental: "Best To Do It" by @TWACharlesH

You don't know much but you blew us up. Powered down, this boy will frown, trapped in the void of his side of town.
"Remember my crown?" - A Gemini, loud.
I ruled with force and she found my pounds to be the final thrusts from a clown in swound. Loud to a crowd, turned off the mound, now she falls ever south with brown in her mouth.

I feel so good with a glass half full. If only I knew where the hourglass stood. The Fleet app brings back our park route and the sands of time expose my roots. My dreams attack but the tears fight back. I thought I was free of this '15 crap. Lean and mean with a need to clean, you'd love the man I've proven to be-- I'm self-made; I really did it.

Self-Made (F. Hambino)

F. @dirtgod
Artwork by @jtay6969
Instrumental: "Star Shopping" by Lil Peep

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