The hook lyric is sticky—instant recall. BeatOrganic fans would quote this line.

LYRICS

Sometimes I wonder if I really grew up
I, had a chance to see the world
At least I think so

Know I've been many places, many loves, lotta faces.
That's just how that cookie crumbles, ooh. Oh.

And I know it's all based on perception.
Young men don't really got their heads in.
It's spinning like a dead chicken dancing.
See the light it's kinda enchanting.

It's true, I'm scared of you.
Love the the challenge but hate the room.
You know more than anyone I wanna fly.
When a bird sings.
A chicken dies.
Hard to be rude when you caged up
What do you do?
Singing "What the cluck?"
Cause when a bird sings.
A chicken dies.

Now we're on Verse two.
Just have to be clear for those in the room.
Cause the friends you have share secrets from you.
So why do you think the man is any different too?

It's all the same, it's worse when your out.
See the teachers, teaching clout.
Hear the preachers, preaching doubt.
Fear the creatures who snip your mouth.

It's true, I'm scared of you.
Love the the challenge but hate the room.
You know more than anyone I wanna fly.
When a bird sings.
A chicken dies.
Hard to be rude when you caged up
What do you do?
Singing "What the cluck?"
Cause when a bird sings.
A chicken dies.

Bird For Prey

LYRICS

Looking how they talk, it’s like they in the city
Woke people, the water they drink, it ain’t pretty
Wanna go real fast, they call me Ricky Bobby
Might be my own water, flowing like my shooty

One man’s talk is another man’s tea, and
Scolding water, it’s another way to bleed, and
A road man tired ’cause he got no speed, and
Got no one unless it’s the police

Looking out at assault, the guy won’t talk
Gold fell out the water, like we all saw
Running on a track, call me Ricky Bobby
And I don’t got the stacks, you know it’s kinda funny

No Katana fade, a man with a chain
Go turn on the water, gotta get out my way
Don’t focus on fear, don’t let go of a drive
Turned left on the road when we should ride

Just turned in the woods, that’s just how I feel
Woke up to sun like it’s my last meal
If you wanna ride, call me Ricky Bobby
It’s a lotta in society; if I gotta, you just shouti

Woe men talk, yea, they just gotta say hey
Cold and hot, I be in my mom’s plate, yea
Cold and tired if I really want pay, yea
Cop in sight when I really wanna date, yea

I got my own tone
I got my own tongue
Wicked or the Wizard, but it’s all gone
I just gotta sell if I wanna feel
Stuck in my own hell, but I wanna heal

If I wanna say, baby, are you good?
Do you feel kidnapped, like you got a hood?
If I gotta entertain so I can get paid
God made water for man, not have money slaves

One more second if I could talk
If I had money, then you know I’d bark
When you’re on top, when you don’t have a song
I don’t really wanna live, wanna live long
One man talking like he know my goals, and
One way top unless I get old
And goal in sight, I’m high to feel free, oh
Goal in sight tonight, I got a goal, yea

Looking how they talk, it’s like they in the city
Woke people, the water they drink, it ain’t pretty
Wanna go real fast, they call me Ricky Bobby
Might be my own water, flowing like my shooty

They call me Ricky Bobby
That just sounded kinda funny
Look, it’s just kinda funny
They call me Ricky Bobby

Ricky Bobby

LYRICS

Sup love, baby, what you wanna talk about? X3
What you wanna?
Wanna talk about?

I fear I imitate, the way, girl, I'm not faking.
Freedom ain't free for the aimless.
Why you look at me you know what I'm saying.

I just gotta do it, real talk, first step, just do it
One chance I get
Like a Warhead
Try not to tug
Gonna ruin it
Until I get
The courage
To fuel my head
I do it
But I got not meds
Im a Warhead
Im about to blow
But I'm dormant
Until I get a...

Pretending that I'm thinking what to be
I got it up on the call, mama don't like my gal
Gonna give another chance to blow my steam
It's just chance for me to
To lose my explosive streak
Cause...

What you talk about? X3
Has you dizzy
What you talk about? X3
My own little kitty
What you talk about? X3
We own the city

I just gotta do it, real talk, first step, just do it.
One chance I get,
Like a Warhead.
Try not to tug,
Gonna ruin it.
Until I get,
The courage
To fuel my head
I do it
But I got not meds
Im a Warhead
Im about to blow
But I'm dormant
Until I get

Wrong and Money
Go like honey
If I'm up at night thinking of you
I'd randevu

I just gotta do it, real talk, first step, just do it
One chance I get
Like a Warhead
Try not to tug
Gonna ruin it
Until I get
The courage
To fuel my head
I do it
But I got not meds
Im a Warhead
Im about to blow
But I'm dormant
Until I get

Freedom ain't free for anyone
It's just goals and dreams
When you were 21

That chance that you make with hands
That you grab cause you got no plans
And now understand

Wish I went off like a warhead
All the things I love are boring
And the time I have is goring
But they even wanna hear my plans

No fee, I see a plan, I'm in another round, I'm loaded like a man and I really got a chance, I hope I got the bans, wanna play in a band but they to busy with the brands

I just gotta do it, real talk, first step, just do it
One chance I get
Like a Warhead
Try not to tug
Gonna ruin it
Until I get
The courage
To fuel my head
I do it
But I got not meds
Im a Warhead
Im about to blow
But I'm dormant
Until I get a...chance

Warhead

LYRICS

I love every moment, I'm with you. . .
And I'm,
Sorry your mad.
When I'm not next to you.
Your stronger than any other woman, I know!
Its hard to love and care and let go!
But just to show,
I love you even more!

Baby you know we can better.
Love it messy but hate breaks the tether!
I can't understand what upset ya?
But please just let me know!
Cause I'm,
Sorry I don't always make plans. . .
We got a lot of time on our hands,
But I don't understand. . .

(Head Empty)

When you're silent. . .
I know the love is violet!
I know the love is hiding!
I did something, you don't like and I,
Can't improve if your not up front. . .
Cause every single day I love,
I love the way you are. . .

I love the way your are!

(Head Empty)

Bro it don't really matter what we say!
Either way were screwed,
I wish I knew what a women wanted!
Cause I don't have a clue. . .

Maybe you just want a moment?

Don't hate me too much. . .

I'm thinking you think I'm hiding?
But I'm really just out of mind and. . .
I barely call my momma.
So please just let me know?

Head Empty

When

When your home to the darkness you don't sin

When

The moment it all goes Black
The moment we all go back home
That moment you feel the last
The moment your falling back home
The falling beings me back
The sinking me make an asshole
The moment when your not back
I fell asleep

I hope that I saw you there.
The Darkness don't don't look so scary
The hope that you'll still come back
The hope that you'll still be back home

I can see love the dream, but hate the meme
Electric brain's took the screen
Now Grass don't look so very green
Ans In dark I see your heart
Beating without any start
Shocked alive back to the home
Pay a hundred hours just to fix a bone
Of a corpse its an artist
Not the worse end but how it started
Bojack for the common course
When your drugged up like another horse
Your ideas leave like steam
In the dark you see your dreams
It don't matter how you charted
You'll wake up from where you started

Goes Black

They kill for their tools
Got many other women 
Incaged with fools
Got old men, grinning 
For the prize of the moon 
Change tides with words
Instead of the rules

Need more time to raid my state
Cause the rich don't care They bet on hate
The hunt is on, better pray for no pain
Either way were all in cage

Blood Bunny
Hard to believe that, we can even choose?
Many key chains hanging in the end the room
Locked inside so all you do is goon 
Their's only one thing left to do

You either Choose 
And Loose
Hard to imagine taking teeth from the youth, when the little baby rabbits got nothing to do

Thank God for flares, but I need you do, what any other hunter would do in the room

Need more time to raid my state
Cause the rich don't care They bet on hate
The hunt is on, better pray for no pain
Either way were all in cage

Blood Bunny
Hard to believe that, we can even choose?
Many key chains hanging in the end the room
Locked inside so all you do is goon 
Their's only one thing left to do

You either Choose 
And Loose

Hahahaha

Blood Bunny
Hard to believe that, we can even choose?
Many key chains hanging in the end the room
Locked inside so all you do it goon
Their's only one thing left to do

You either Choose 
And Loose

Blood Bunny (Remastered)

Ricky Boby
Looking how they talk, it’s like they in the city
Woke people, the water they drink, it ain’t pretty
Wanna go real fast, they call me Ricky Bobby
Might be my own water, flowing like my shooty

One man’s talk is another man’s tea, and
Scolding water, it’s another way to bleed, and
A road man tired ’cause he got no speed, and
Got no one unless it’s the police

Looking out at assault, the guy won’t talk
Gold fell out the water, like we all saw
Running on a track, call me Ricky Bobby
And I don’t got the stacks, you know it’s kinda funny

No Katana fade, a man with a chain
Go turn on the water, gotta get out my way
Don’t focus on fear, don’t let go of a drive
Turned left on the road when we should ride

Just turned in the woods, that’s just how I feel
Woke up to sun like it’s my last meal
If you wanna ride, call me Ricky Bobby
It’s a lotta in society; if I gotta, you just shouti

Woe men talk, yea, they just gotta say hey
Cold and hot, I be in my mom’s plate, yea
Cold and tired if I really want pay, yea
Cop in sight when I really wanna date, yea

I got my own tone
I got my own tongue
Wicked or the Wizard, but it’s all gone
I just gotta sell if I wanna feel
Stuck in my own hell, but I wanna heal

If I wanna say, baby, are you good?
Do you feel kidnapped, like you got a hood?
If I gotta entertain so I can get paid
God made water for man, not have money slaves

One more second if I could talk
If I had money, then you know I’d bark
When you’re on top, when you don’t have a song
I don’t really wanna live, wanna live long
One man talking like he know my goals, and
One way top unless I get old
And goal in sight, I’m high to feel free, oh
Goal in sight tonight, I got a goal, yea

Looking how they talk, it’s like they in the city
Woke people, the water they drink, it ain’t pretty
Wanna go real fast, they call me Ricky Bobby
Might be my own water, flowing like my shooty

They call me Ricky Bobby
That just sounded kinda funny
Look, it’s just kinda funny
They call me Ricky Bobby

BETTER
When the world feels better
And when you’re out of luck
I hope that I can be better
Compared, and yet I’m stuck

Hard to feel the dark
When everyone’s better
The hate you share is worse than being better—it’s just letters

To fight the madness in the dark
Is visible by day; oh, where do I start?

Oh, I confess my feelings are hard to put down
When happiness is toxic and it dances all around
Who knows who you truly are? It’s a mystery
And; Yet I think you’re more simple, you’ve got a head, so think

When the time is near
Hope that you find your fears
To feel alive is better
Than any kind of letters

I suppose it’s all the same
I hope you remember my name

When the world feels better
And when you’re out of luck
I hope that I can be better

Better

DARK GOSPEL
Another unholy vision
I don't understand, maybe it's the plan
Maybe it's all their sinning...
The hate, they lie,
Angels here within own mind.

Even if I'm on time,
Ever been way too late?
Cause the rich don't love, and you take their bait and
And you know the way they hate.
All other gods were slaves.
I see the truth, they don't love me.
I'm looking for that you love it.
I'll call it rude, call me mad,
But I believe...

The Dark Gospel x2
Hail to the Dark Gospel.
1. They hide from you, in the;
2. They hide the truth.

Ever been way too late?
Can you let us, show your name?
Ever had a chance to hide?
All the other women wanna feel pain.
I just be in innate,
So I'm never gonna pay my high.

Sound!
Not quite sure that they love it.
Loud!
Looking for that you love it.
How can you leak and remain; how?

The Dark Gospel x2
Hail to the Dark Gospel.
1. They hide from you in the;
2. They hide the truth
For you.

Dark Gospel

GALAXY GAS!

Yea x3
He's doing Galaxy Gas!
Yea x3
He's smoking Galaxy Gas!
Yea x3
He's doing Galaxy Gas!
Yea
He's smoking Galaxy Gas!
Yea x3
He's doing Galaxy Gas!
Yea x3
He's smoking Galaxy Gas!
Yea x3
He's breathing Galaxy Gas!
Yea
Galaxy Gas!

Saying shit that makes no sense.
Not the worst time I got a hit.
He's breathing Galaxy Gas!
Kinda shit that makes a man feel wrong
So dumb I made a song...
About Galaxy Gas!

Got a rating like one out of ten.
Unless you're whipping up your head.
He's smoking Galaxy Gas!
The kind of can that makes you lose your memory.
Watch the pain go away!
He's breathing Galaxy Gas!
Like a Hunter cause;
Your meat needs another puff.
Watch the wind go away!
He's smoking Galaxy Gas!
Watch me hitting that whip now.
Got cream coming out my mouth now.
Wait...

Yea x3
Galaxy Gas...
Yea x3
He's doing Galaxy Gas...
Yea
He's doing Galaxy Gas...

At East
N20 in my lungs.
Got me feeling fine.
Hunter does it all the time.
It makes me feel alive.
Did I mention?
Hunter's dog got killed.
By his...

DOING GALAXY GAS!
Saying shit that makes no sense.
Not the first time I got a hit.
He's smoking Galaxy Gas!
Hit a got I time first the not.
Sense no makes that shit saying!
He's breathing
He's breathing Galaxy Gas!

Hey for real don't do this shit.
Might fuck you up or worse make you sick.
I'm not trying to be some PSA Bitch.

Don't do
Galaxy Gas!
Don't do
Galaxy Gas!
Don't do
Galaxy Gas!

Galaxy Gas!

Do it for you
Make yourself smile
Do it for you
You'll go for many miles

Combat Self Doubt
Combat Self Doubt

If you think
You're not enough
Open your eyes
You're surely enough

Take a spin
With yourself
You better enjoy
And defend yourself

Combat Self Doubt
Combat Self Doubt

If you think
You're not enough
Open your eyes
You're surely enough

Take a spin
With yourself
You better enjoy
And defend yourself

Combat Self Doubt
Combat Self Doubt

Combat Self-Doubt

If your uncle looked like Kenny Rogers, Santa Claus, and an almond farmer all rolled into one, singing 1980s synthpop vibes, that would be me. Every now and then I mix in a little reggae, blues, country rock too. Stay tuned for updates.

Just call me Mike, aka MDRJR.

PS: Do not forget to give yourself a chance.

Combat Self-Doubt

MDRJR

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