no place to go

My Collection of beats to enjoy along side a Pot Pie & a 40                                           Production Features:                                                                                                             PBR Dom                                                                                                                               PBR Paul                                                                                                                                 Grod

Pot Pie & A 40

Slippin through my palms
the time goes on on
promise when i fall
hide my body in the tall grass
nobody really touchin
how much i’m really loving
every hour minute second
spent inside the dungeon
talk to angels when it’s sunny
weavin something oh so lovely
there’s nothin more i need
all you gotta do is love me
star dew
drippin
off the window pane
hundred reasons why you’re different
but all sound the same
who arrives
when you’re talkin to yourself
does is stop you when you’re runnin
is the presence meant to help
when you felt
no one comprehends
the moments hang you
like a belt
you may not think about it much
but the pen will tell
i been locked away for years
scratchin at the door
send my love out on a beat
cry through a metaphor
personas crumble
in the light of life
received this sight
it had a price
i have no paradise
disintegrate
watch the ashes
from my castle in the sky
i stay loyal to the soil
comin back when i die
i get lost in ideas
and i fade away
grinding stars
down to powder
making minute made
i mix the mornings
and the evenings
and i paint the shade
fuck the money
i get payment
in my gifted days

Autopilot

aka Father of Rap Gospel
aka Gazpacho
aka Zoo Pie

Earl Sweatshirt - BlueBlood 1st track

Last installment of my "Bumps" series. Cassettes will be up on my Bandcamp when ready! 

Bumps Tape 3 Bandcamp

Night Marauder

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Lyrics:

i met you at the water’s edge
canary flames in hazel eyes
bare feet on a starlit dock
bathed in fire light
your red shirt kissed my sunburnt thighs
of course i took it home
our noses touched, my heart spoke up
hey, let’s see where this goes

i know that i can’t call you
don’t think i could find the words
i’ve lost lots of things before
you’re by far the worst
yeah i can think in straight lines since you muttered your goodbye
but when you stopped loving me
so did i

we danced out on the porch you promised never to let go
the sky was blushing so was i, i think that you should know
i would take back every song if it meant you’d pull me close
give me one more night

i known that i can’t call you
don’t think i could find the words
i wish when you say you miss me that it
didn’t sound rehearsed
i guess that there’s no fighting and no yelling and no lies
but when you stopped loving me
so did I

you held my face between your hands
your forehead against mine
squeezed me, told me not to worry
“baby we’ll be fine”
i almost missed the bus my favorite days were tied to you
i should’ve missed my flight

i know that i can’t call you
but every night i almost do
you left our memories with me
and gave your heart to someone new
my dreams are on the porch
with louder music and more time
cause when you stopped loving me
so did i

Bottom of the well (Prod. Marques Hicks)

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