Written by: Marcus McFly
Produced by: Jus1

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Growing Pains (Prod. Jus1)

Here Without You - Marcus McFly

Produced by: DB-Soundz
Lyrics by: Marcus McFly

Note: This is a fictional story, any similarities with real people or events are purely coincidental. This song is dedicated to anyone who has lost a family member or friend to a drug overdose or drug related incident. ♥

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Contact:
marcus_mcfly@hotmail.com


Lyrics:

Verse 1:

I'm here without you, it's no lie;
That I miss you so much, that's one thing that I can't deny.
I miss us, I miss we, I miss you and I.
I'm missin you more and more as the days go by.

I look at all the pictures, that we took of us together.
I wasn't kiddin when I said that I think we'd last forever.
the bond between you and I was a bond you couldn't sevor.
You couldn't keep us apart, not any one or any weather.

I remember when we first met, first day of the year.
The sun was shining brightly, and the weather was clear.
We met with a group of mates, for a rage and a beer.
I saw you, flyest chick on this side of the sphere.

You smiled at me once, all it took to melt my heart.
I never seen someone prettier, lookin like a work of art.
My heart was beatin so quick, my pulse was off the chart.
I could tell you were somethin special, babe, I knew that from the start.


Verse 2:

You were always a party chick, you loved to push the limits.
You craved the party scene, and you loved to be in it.
Whenever we played drinkin games, you knew that youd win it.
You'd always say it was your life so you'd say that you'd live it.

But then that one day came.
Where I got the news that my life would never be the same.
You had to go and stick that junkie shit in your vein.
So now you'll never party again, and the parties to blame.

The day that you left us, I wasn't just sad.
I was mad that that I let you live the life that you had.
People put all the blame onto your mum and your dad.
But it wasn't their fault you got caught up in a fad.

Back in the day, I was sayin stop and you would.
Then it got that I was sayin stop cause I thought you should.
Got to a point, I'd say stop and doubt if you could.
But you see it's too late cause now you're stopped for good.

Here Without You

Marcus McFly - Puff Your Cares Away

Produced by: Marcus McFly
Lyrics by: Marcus McFly

Note: You're choosing to listen to this song, therefore I assume you have no issues with the activites talked about in the lyrics. If you have a problem with marijuana smoking or references to marijuana don't listen to it. Everyone has their own view and opinion on such things, but it is neither needed nor wanted here. I'm not endorsing smoking of marijuana, I'm simply saying I smoke it and enjoy it. :) Much love ♥

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Contact:
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Lyrics:


Verse 1:

Puff Puff Puff, goes mary jane!
there goes mary jane, straight to my brain, so
my times will never be plain oh
marcus mcfly, goin insane bro

Yo, and now I'm high as a kite,
flyin is right, seein the sights, high so i might.
Pass me the light, you know I'll be choofin all night
my friend mary jane always makes me feel alright

Now, I know you're sayin weed is bad.
But weed is better than any alcohol that I've had.
But I only stick to the green, cause I'm a good lad
no overdosin on this, just a fact that I'd like to add.

Back to Mary-Jane, it's 4:20 I know.
I take a, big hit and I sit and I blow,
the smoke rings around it's like a smokey light show
I'm still smokin when I was baked four cones ago; but I..


Verse 2:

Uh, now when we're talkin about weed
A friend with weed is a friend indeed, so that's a friend that I need
Gimmie that, bud, no stems no seeds
I love mary jane and the feelin she's always giving me

I wanna girl who looks like barbie, but smokes like marley
She likes to party, get down like farley
I ask her if shes high enough, she says hardly
she wants to be floatin up to the roof like charlie

I'm not a junkie, I'm just a dude who likes green.
I'm a fiend who's keen for the green, keenest you ever seen.
I know weed is a big thing in the hip-hop scene
I been on the weed bus since the age of fourteen, ha

Babes, blunts & beats, makes my world go round.
Smoke some green while I listen to my brand new sound.
Got my head in the clouds but my wheels on the ground.
Ganja gets me high when the world gets me down. So I..

Hook: (x2)

I'm like H.R cause I'm puffin stuff.
I can't do a little cause I can't do enough.
So I, Puff puff all my cares away.
Forget about my problems as I roll a Jay

and I..

Puff Your Cares Away

A demo from the Creative Kingdom featuring tracks from Marcus McFly & Hinkey the Snail.

Half of these tracks are set to be released on Snail's and McFly's further releases including 'Tyler Durden' & 'One Day Soon' by Snail and 'The Mad King', '456' & 'Where'd You Go? (Nobody Seems to Know)' by Marcus McFly - the rest are classic CK tracks.

09 - One Day Soon - Snail (Prod. TIm Whitt)

08 - 456 - Marcus McFly (Prod. Mat Rafle)

Produced by: Mat Rafle
Written by: Marcus McFly

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Lyrics:

Verse 1:

I sit alone in my room, 4 walls feel like a fortress.
No boat to cross the moat and I've cut the chain on the drawbridge
'cause my castle is haunted. I've tried getting it sorted;
made efforts to alleviate but the demons ignored it.

So, I stay in my tower, quilling thoughts on a scroll
about the darkness I'm feeling and how it tortures my soul.
because my mind's been taken hostage, warped and forced to evolve
with my sanity ready to shatter like porcelain dolls.

I keep my castle closed off from the rest of the town
and as is festers my head manifests a pestilent crown.
All the while my face invests in a pessimist frown.
I'm feeling like a peasant how it's gone and wrestled me down.

But it's for the best I keep it locked away in the dungeon
and try to keep it out the way every day as I function.
Still the village can't help themselves and say their assumptions 
because they don't realise the part that they play in my destruction.

Chorus (x2):

Sometimes I feel my whole world is grey
Like a retro tv show from back in the day
Feel like the last man on the planet, I don't think I can stand it
One step forward, two steps back and further away.

Verse 2:

At odds with my mind a lot of the time,
bottled feelings and lies, from all those times I said I was fine.
They say put on a happy face, so I went in disguise
'cause if I showed my real side, they'd question "who is this guy?"

I use deception, so as to not hinder my friends perception
of me. So happy me is the me in their recollections.
I try not burden my mates with the turbulent weight
that I carry upon my shoulders, or the hurt that I take. 

it isn't pertinent because I know this feeling isn't permanent.
So when they ask if me I'm alright, I reply 'Affirmative.' 
'It's for the best' that's what I say in my mind.
I'd expect em to say 'Marcus, why're you wasting my time?'

Of course they don't though, 'cause they can't be troubled by things they don't know
and so my mouth remains closed about emotions I don't show.
Except for on tracks; I'm on the record, confessing all.
When I press record, it turns the booth into a confessional.

Chorus (x2):

Sometimes I feel my whole world is grey
Like a retro tv show from back in the day
Feel like the last man on the planet, I don't think I can stand it
One step forward, two steps back and further away.

03 - The Mad King - Marcus McFly (Prod. Mat Rafle)

Produced by: Mat Rafle
Written by: Marcus McFly

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Lyrics:

Verse 1:

You would probably think from all the herb I've been hitting,
that I'm expected to neglect my shit and slur what I'm spitting,
but that could never be because I find this heavenly,
I'm cleverly perfecting my skill, soon to be the best that you'll ever see.

My vocabulary is scary, but I'm a nice dude.
I keep it varied, so adversaries can't do what I do.
Remain seated yet I stand out, more than I'd like to
Just based upon my skill and cause I do what others try to.

I'm quite ill, too sick to be inoculated.
Killing raps cause my rhymebook's over populated.
Music's medicine so peace can be indoctrinated.
So it's no surprise I call you brother when we're not related.

It's not debated, it was fated.
Cause I made this and you played this.
Might've saved it to a playlist 
if you didn't I'm not fazed.
it's just a track, not calling it Cadillac.
But I'm schoolin the whack, I should be calling it 'How to Rap'

Chorus:

Who the hell is this guy? Well, I'm known as McFly.
The thick type who'd bring a book of rhymes to a fist fight.
So I'm still landing punches, a different kind.
From wheels dragging to real dragon when I spit fire



Verse 2:

I guess I'm a weeping angel 'cause I'm stoned most of the time.
Get cotton mouth while I'm rapping the way I'm smoking these rhymes.
Open your mind, enlightenment is what I'm hoping to find 
by being loaded with potent slogans interwoven with pride.

Focused is I. It's never hopeless, keep it scoped with desire.
I hope to inspire, bringing heat like I'm cloaked in a fire.
Looking like the bloke from the sky I caused the pope to retire,
on posters and flyers Mister McFly's the dopest of squire's.

Causing commotions speaking notions for those who open their eyes.
Hulkin' like Hogan waiting for the token moment to strike.
With a single motion I can push whole ocean's aside
'cause life's a giant simulation and I know the design.

I'm a beast spitting out a lyrical feast getting high off of the beat.
I'm McFly, the highest guy that you'll meet.
Like Heisenberg with my empire stockin' rhymes for the streets;
only the best, this may be art but it's a science to me.

Chorus:

Who the hell is this guy? Well, I'm known as McFly.
The thick type who'd bring a book of rhymes to a fist fight.
So I'm still landing punches, a different kind.
From wheels dragging to real dragon when I spit fire

Verse 3:

So, they call me McFly. Time travellers know why.
Plus every time I go by, they always think I'm so fly
and so shy, 'cause I don't talk much or even walk much,
better believe I'm smoking that bud because I bought such.

I got plenty to share though.
Writing rhymes in hieroglyphics like I'm a Pharaoh.
When I'm out people stare though.
Are they staring cause of the chair, or maybe cause of the beard?
Or maybe they just can't believe that Marcus McFly is here.

I dunno.. but they never ask for an autograph.
Maybe I should mention I rap and show em I slaughter bars.
I ought to pass any test on my courses path, 
they're sorta hard. I'm sure something I've recorded scored an A on reporting cards.

I think that's an important part, you can't afford to mask
but that's just me, 'cause to me this music is something more than art.
It's my lifeline, restoring beats to my dormant heart.
Brainstorming and performing until I've thought of a formula.

Chorus:

Who the hell is this guy? Well, I'm known as McFly.
The thick type who'd bring a book of rhymes to a fist fight.
So I'm still landing punches, a different kind.
From wheels dragging to real dragon when I spit fire

01 - Who's McFly (an Introduction) - Marcus McFly (Prod. Mat Rafle)

02 - The Northside Mumble - Hinkey The Snail

04 - Tyler Durden - Snail (Prod. Tim Whitt)

05 - The Northside - Marcus McFly

06 - Grocery Shopping - Hinkey The Snail Ft. McFly

07 - Spaceship - Hinkey The Snail (Prod. Karisma)

Written by: Marcus McFly
Produced by: NeckClippa
Mixed by: David Carso
Mastered by: Alex Mader
Artwork by: Evie Wonder

Lyrics:

It's McFly and you know your boy's done baked
Feelin' very cherry 'cause I'm chillin' on a Sunday
Always packin' heaters but ain't talkin' 'bout that gunplay
I'm stayin' rhyming 'til I'm lying in a freshly dug grave. (Dig it!)
Reppin' one state, of course it's ADL
Even with 'rona, my home is dope so we're stayin' well
No offence to Daniel Andrews but enjoy your stay in hell
You might succumb to it, brother. But shit, at least it's payin' well!
Wake up and smell that coffee you spilled in your lap
Donald Trump got 'em conviced this shit was built in a lab
Ain't crazy to think it came from making meals with a bat
People love to spit some lies when they ain't feelin' the facts
Try dealin' with that.. 'cause ignorance is bliss, fam
Wear a damn mask so we ain't dealin' with your spit, man!
Darwinism got 'em with DNR on their wristbands
Ain't nothing worse than a bad leader armed with a shit plan

2020, yo we blazin' just to cope with pain
It's so insane, stay blowin' that potent haze
Don't give a fuck what their propaganda posters say
Their programmed, honor's something their code don't contain
2020, yo we blazin' just to cope with pain
It's so insane, stay blowin' that potent haze
Don't give a fuck what their propaganda posters say
Their programmed... ayy

2020's pretty fucked - fingers crossed for '21
Stuck inside, I'm even whiter now from barely any sun
This ain't Chinas fault, this Covid shit ain't good for anyone
So don't believe the hype 'cause then these liars have already won
Been smokin' plenty blunts, chillin' in outer space
Reaching new heights and McFly's psyched 'cause I found the way
At least for now can say I'm releasing music I'm proud to make
Shoutouts to Mary Jane; stay inspired blazin'  an ounce a day
Can't come out to play, for now I'm stuck inside
Best to stay locked down to knock out the 'rona by summertime
I don't even care if I make it, long as my Mum is fine
Could've been done and dusted if every country had done it right
Shut the blinds. Have a night in
If you don't, then the 'rona will own us and shit, it might win
Can only hope the humans heed the words McFly spit
'cause right now, the ice that we're skating upon is quite thin...

2020, yo we blazin' just to cope with pain
It's so insane, stay blowin' that potent haze
Don't give a fuck what their propaganda posters say
Their programmed, honor's something their code don't contain
2020, yo we blazin' just to cope with pain
It's so insane, stay blowin' that potent haze
Don't give a fuck what their propaganda posters say
Their programmed, honor's something their code don't contain

Humans, for the most part, don't have a clue
They don't want one or need one, either
They're happy. They think they have a good bead on things...
Why the big secret? People are smart. They can handle it
A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it
Fifteen hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe
Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat
And fifteen minutes ago, you knew that people were alone on this planet
Imagine what you'll know tomorrow...

2020: An Earth Odyssey

Rhyme writer and Sci-Fi enthusiast from the Northern Suburbs of Radelaide.

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