Hambino's Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/HambinoTWFS

Homegrown Memories

* 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!

Homegrown Memories

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