Lyrics:

I hope you hit it off
I hope he hit it right
I hope he hits the lights
Before he leaves tonight
I wouldn't wanna see myself either
At rock bottom feeding into a bottom feeder
Deleting all precepts, preceding poor demeanor
Find meaning in meaningless sex but he don't need her
He wanna keep it open and she's open to it
And yeah we've spoken, but she's just moping and shit
Claiming that she keeps hoping it's me on her clit
I'm just holding back my fist, I've grown up a bit
Fuck you you're absolutely perfect
And I love it. I love when my mind short circuits
I wanna feel, I wanna feel, you make me feel
Everything from warm sun on my skin to sun burn and peel
A spectrum of spectacles through some slick specs
You know I'm reppin' Ray Bands and Ray Charles with some added effects
But seems like the effect you have on me will bore ya till ya die
Yeah I got broads in Atlanta, but you know Georgia's always on my mind
So I find myself in a state of mind thinkin' bout the state I call you
If it was up to me, I'd catch ya before you fall through 
Along with all the plans I desperately tried to make
And the gifts I sent in the mail and the one I bought too late
I'm infatuated with my love yet I absolutely hate it
Fuck you and happy birthday, one's early, one's belated
I've got swollen sense and my ego is inflated
My condolences, but I want nothing other than to be sedated
But that don't mean no quiero tu, senorita
You got me using a romance language like I'm Joaquin Sabina
And yeah it took me 19 days and 500 nights
To forget about her, the mannerisms, and all of the fights
We never had - I'm such a clever lad, I pulled the lever back 
And set the trap on myself, sent me to straight to Neverland
Turns out I'm never growing up, it seems like a better plan
A severed hand only reattached 'cause I'm a fair weather fan
But hey at least I actually got back into writing
The beast is back, you best believe the beast is biting
Biting back, biting my nails, biding my time - woe is me
Regardless of who it's for, I wrote so much fucking poetry
I'm a god damn gentleman, still holding 'em open while you're closing doors
Just know I've always had your back while he just has you on yours
I hope you hit it off
I hope he hit it right
I hope he hits the lights
I hope he leaves tonight

Georgia On My Mind (Remix)

LYRICS: 

I've always been a fucking animal
And you were a tranquilizer
But the trigger jammed with her heart beside her
Bedside subsiding when I inquire
About restarting and getting re-hired
But even with a perfect resumé, we can't resume, the residue is washed away but rest assured, I'm feeling cured
I'm throwing change into a wishing well, hoping you don't change and still wishing you well
I must be well insured, feel like I made the escape like I'm John Dillinger
But I promise my conscience consists of consistent resistance to hope that this is killing her.
But when she hit me up, I can only shrug my shoulders
She only hit me up for shrubbery, that fucking stoner
I'm the biggest hypocrite as I take the bic to the bowl-her
Habits like a bowler, spare, then strike me, quite the roller
But I rolled the dice, had to, would never know, for
The life of me I can't understand why I'd let that take the life in me
Polar thoughts like that, colder than an ice cap
Broke through the frozen, now composed and all that
This cutting off is cutting costs on getting off, I'm getting lost in laughs and coughs and broads dancin' like it's Broadway and I'm Bob Fosse
Really had me going, for a minute, feeling like a misfit
But I misread the fine print, was a misprint
I'll rap my piece, not sing it
I can't really hit pitches
But I'll hit the point on the nose
In any kind of prose
Rap, story, limerick
But I saw the opportunity and missed it
And she dipped out my mind this quick, causin' all of this mischief 

But she was only messing around, (I never thought I'd have a face as blank as this)
Please, no more playing with my heart (and I just don't give a shit)

I've always been a fucking animal
Now I'm my own tranquilizer
I'm a tame impala
Bout to holla atcha with some words that are wiser
'Cause I'm a sophist, soft spoken sophomore
Who took over the role of hypnotizer
Been getting folklore for poor folk
This present to a peasant feel more like a poor joke
Pour my bowl of porridge, wash my mouth out with soap
I'm cursing 'cause I'm cursed but what's worse is I'm feeling dope.
I guess I don't really feel, I just am
I guess your plan was a bust, fam
Cleaning up the pieces with a dust pan
Fuck you, I said vacuum, olive juice-no, just lust ma'am
Uh, chew on that
It's what's been brewing in my mind, now it's on tap
Tip toe dip out on the tip through the back
I’ll just tip my hat while you sip on that
Yeah gargle and spit it back, gimme a swig after I rip this bat
Rinse my throat, you rip this track, clench your phone, rip on me back, hence I’m gone, RIP to the past, no tombstone, just ripped notes in the trash
Tragic actions entail trembling entrails without fail
Troublesome, but I'm doublin’ down - I will prevail
Tastes stale, like old bubble gum, from under the sun
But I’d still like to give her a little somethin’ something’
Origins of this tale feel like before the Oregon Trail, time moving slower than origami of a snail
Went from oral that got me speaking Braille to her aural shot me in my ear canal
Lock me in jail watch the warden try to get a word in
No flirtin’ no hurtin' have you really even heard him?
I never could argue with a free thinker
But all I am now is free, so I thank her

But she was only messing around, (I never thought I'd have a face as blank as this)
Please, no more playing with my heart (and I just don't give a shit)

Mind Mischief (Remix)

Beat: Nate by Vince Staples (feat. James Fauntleroy)

LYRICS

C Saint:
We play the same position so I guess he's my competition
When the games in the clutch I'm swishin' and never missin'
Got that lockdown D I'll never need switchin'
On that Tom Cruise shit, just hand me another mission
People say I need to settle down find me a new bae
But that ain't the way I like to play focus there a later day 
And eventually I just may but this is what I gotta say 
I only love myself 'cause I don't really know no other way
Copped a bad broad but I don't like em foreign 
If we don't speak the same language then this conversation boring
Bet on myself no plan b, not even in the morning
They don't like it I'm like who? Can't hear em need Horton 
But at least I'm in the game still, no Josh Gordon 
Your girl wanna have a sleepover, hope she don't mind me snoring
Heard there's something going down, guess I'll make an appearance 
Hoes will sell a soul for cash, I'm in the section labeled clearance 
I might need to step my game up, a bit of perseverance
Push away the bad broads, I'm talking Pass interference! 
Haha
Trap beat, they at a standstill 
Fight night I'm way too ready think that I was bred to kill 
Got thru my first two years ain't such a big deal
But to me it is, no chill just like a fire drill 
Somebody burned their what? Oh man really though?
That's about as aggravating as the curse of the billy goat 
(Fuck you billy) 
Roller coaster couple months I should wear a go pro 
This way when I'm at the top I'll do the drop in slow mo! 
It's Pocketwatch 

Tibby Wolf:
Pocket watch hands down the greatest crew around
We putting people's hands up, unbound, grab the rebound
Yeah we getting boards but we never getting bored
'Cause we just stick to shit that we cannot afford
But we adored uh, never getting scored on
It's like our words root from the third eye of Sauron
I think you need some classes, your brain is like molasses
Don't you know we comin' for you? Fee-fi-fo-fum
But I'm just playin', it's my day off: me time, more rum
Got pinups and bitches pinned down in knee highs, home run
And I can keep these rhymes going: see why my flow stuns
How many bars does he have left? 3, 5, 4? A ton
This one's on the house but no more free rides for fun
Just need to relax at sea side for more sun,
Let me be or I'll unleash my inner Japanese Shogun
Bruh...Need I even go on?

Nate (Pocketwatch Remix)

Baby let us float to the garden upon a white dove
Got the feel of just the right glove
The kinda feel that you wanna take a bite of
A push of pleasure with the finesse of just a light shove
I’ve cracked the case of dismay, dismiss with cracking knuckles
The Mrs make my day when she unlatch my buckle
You know this bee don’t sting, and you’re a honeysuckle
Pedals descending while I’m peddling through and have a chuckle
In disbelief, I'm paralyzed, the sirens roar of warning. 
For the ballistic butterflies when I wake up to you; good morning.
Amazement, this ain’t the same shit that you came with
This is finally making the means to leave your momma’s basement
This is finally finding the fine line between ignore and embrace it
This is poetry with all the words in perfect placement
Like Starbursts with just the red and the pink
Makes my heart burst and makes my head think
A blissful burst, suspended me from heaven, hope I land this
As I coast through colors, sounds, and words I throw at my canvas
You're a prescription for description, an adjective attack
You’re a holographic Christmas-light embroidered welcome mat

Baby let us drift to the garden and settle down
Or saddle up in our satellite and float around
We can run through the flowers and climb all the trees
Or we can orbit the outer parts of the galaxy
Savor the last piece of bread in the basket
Like getting head on the come down of acid
It's magic, I didn't even have to ask it
We smoked so many bowls just to enhance it
Through hand-blown glass, remember using plastic?
Now I got the Grasshopper and it's quite an advancement 
Made my entrance in trances so I’m still in transit
I feel like Alice in an arcade, no gambling, no gambit 
Playing whack a mole in these rabbit holes, god dammit
A lucky rabbit’s foot? Fuck it, I want the whole rabbit
If you really want something, man you gotta go grab it
I've got bright red hair but I'm never soul lackin'

Baby let us slide to the garden and vibe with it
Listen to my words because they're painting hieroglyphics
This my pyro bit, fire I spit and inhale after I spiral this
Split spliff party trick, parted: call it a parting gift
This is decorated indulgence like
A Mai Tai spiked with tie-dye Technicolor delight.
From brisk bit lips to big sips to lit tips and bright lights. 
What's this? Everything's all right.

Mr Miyagi's Backyard (Demo)

Mr. Magic (Remix)

We rapped over Cochemea Gastelum's song "You're So Good To Me"

You're So Good To Me (Remix)

Self Brand Radio Spot

My coworker, Sarah, sometimes confuses similar sounding words. With her as my Secret Santa, I wrote her this lesson on words.

LYRICS:
Merry Christmas, Sarah, while this isn’t super festive 
I heard from a friend some words give your brain indigestion 
I think I can help you out, I may know how to correct it
But who’s your secret santa? It's the intern, yeah you guessed it
Curses, this is absurd all these words 
Get on my nerves, get thrown around, like I’ve never heard
Is there an easier way to finally learn? Well,
I’m a wordsmith who serves this dish of nouns and verbs
So order up, like a three course meal
And if you take a course in school, that U is definitely part of the deal
Of course (coarse) you’ll have a rough time if that U is an A
So use U for class or food, think U-ni-vers-i-ty
Universally, my flow is in direct heat, I will suggest indirectly
So I’m inferring I’m the best, oops, please correct me
To infer is to actually draw the conclusion, 
But when you imply, you simply allude to a solution 
E-gad, grab me some loose leaf or a note pad
That’s stationery with an E, stationed under your hand
But if you can’t find pen and paper, don’t even move, just grab your phone
You’ll be stationary still writing to this song
When it’s action, it’s affect, why they both start with A
We bet you’ll regret using effect that way
Subject or object, don’t object, it’s effect
Remember the ECT, they all end with it
This next one’s got no counterpart 
But if you got a business partner, tryin’ to start it up
Like Johnson & Johnson, with an ampersand 
From the Latin lands, it stands for “and,” 
If you manage brands, take note of their demands
Hit shift and 7, your command
Tread lightly, the light’s red, but if you travel light speed, hit the brakes hard
You better make sure that A is in the center like the word car
Move that E to the middle, time to eat, scarf or nibble
B-R-E-A-K me off a piece of that Kit Kat Bar
Ensure you have a good night
Insure your house, car and goods right?
Think I before E, because insurance comes first
I can assure you it’s the worst if your house was to burst 
And you don’t have insurance because you went out to quench your thirst
The evening’s upon us, as is this spelling consultation
You can see the stars, pick out a constellation 
But if you’re not the star, you’re picking up the consolation 
Star and constellation got that T, but always watch the connotation
Let’s top this off with something sweet, like dessert
Drop an S you’ll be in heat, like a desert
Make it a verb, get on your feet, and you can just desert
A time when you were not a complete word wizard

Michael Stearns

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