Filthy Rich

Altruistic Invertebrate

Step

Sinnr 12 AM Vibes

Verzache Waiting for you (Swumax Remix)

Let Go Today

I started listening to lofi at work because it turns out I can't write emails with lyrics in the background. I soon discovered that BØJET made my favorite stuff, so I wrote some bars to go over my very favorite. 

Many many thanks to BØJET for agreeing to let me record and publish this. Check out his stuff because it's awesome: https://soundcloud.com/bojetmusic

Lyrics:

We’re all lost

Trip. Drop. Drip drip in the rain
Pain shoots when it enters the brain
I can’t choose when my left right step is taking over
Maybe to a big field of clover
The most sober version of me tripping in the light to bask in
Diving into a casket
A path ahead of me unmasked the end of me
Any means I can take to outlast the enemy I will

But the path is gone
And I’m still trying to turn my flashlight on
Last night on a whim I turned a gaslight on
Whose fault is it that it passed by on the right side just to overtake?
On the wrong side I drive a stake in
It’s safe to say unless I’m mistaken
I think I lost the way and my breath

Any breath that I take feels pawned
Like going on means knowing I’m in the hands of a God
No one on planet Earth puts a hand to the heart for anymore
Any man does, he’s a hardcore
Second start for me for the millionth time is a pill He prescribed
Priests ride shotgun, then they’re done
Like going over on a 172 par course but I won

No matter the strokes I’ve had
No matter whether or not I am close to dead
I am supposed to tread on the sea . . .
Pete’s sake, JC that was saint Pete, not me

Hands up, yeah you got me
Peace be unto me, yeah I copy
Beats me why you keep trying to see what I’m
Gonna turn out to be when my tree’s full of rot, C

We’re all lost

Shouts-out to the NZ
‘Cause he let me do a rap over said beat
BØJET be set before ready
Go before letting it flow so uncontrollably
When he doesn’t know that I’m a dead beat
I’m dead, see?

Boo.

I didn’t mean to scare ya
If you don’t know me, start to compare to all the
Ones you see who’ve done well done
I feel a lot more like a medium rare

I don’t care for the shoes they wear
What they choose to carry
The news carrier loose cannon to shoot flack views again
A slack noose is a friend to you
(Say it again, I dare ya)

That life’s like garlic to me
If I was more white in the darkness and C
To the A-S-T to the L to the E
And I’m looking like heck, bite a neck, let it bleed

I would rather it happen to me
Ten times over again, without a defense
And I’ma say it again, I’m not about that business
Summer sales event, I got zero percent interest

And who pays the tab?
You’re too high in the sky to face the facts?
Give it a run-through
Whatcha gonna do when guns cool?
Say uncle? Oh, cool

It’s too late for that
You’re Rocc’ from the Boondocks trying to save the cat
Do y’all think it’s dead? Does that make you mad?
Yeah I’ll say it again

We’re all lost

Big World

Mike Devoe

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