Oochie

quiet

edit/update: the person who this song was originally written about is now essentially devoid of respect and likability in my eyes, so now it's a ballad for all of the lovers out there who aren't fucking each other over.

good riddance, s.

thanks, p.

thanks, world.

[peace.love.happiness]

e[u].logy (prod. purpan)

conscious rap is my backup plan for when i run out of love song ideas... just kidding, i never will.

lyrics:

the inside of my mind's the earth's magnum opus,
when the light shines, i find that i'm attracting locusts.
bringing ragnarok aftershocks on everything i'm focused on,
droning on and woebegone, with notes for every hopeless song.
i towed upon the riverbanks of waking up with inner hate,
'cause these days, my head's the only space i'm trying to renovate.
don't laugh at this, a human rights activist,
but i forgot my shoes on the porch by accident.
so i'ma have to pass again... while i make excuses,
'cause this crippling deficiency has made me useless.
the barrier's risen for you carrier pigeons,
i'll try to take the judge to court, succeed, and bury the senate.
i'm married to living with canary-ish wisdom,
had cats hunting me down since i could barely envision...
the kinda life that i'd be narrlowly living, tearing at innards,
and i never thought the finish would have me scared of beginnings.
but who isn't?

Gucci

Luh Dev