Just stuff I pulled out from the production days.

Ballad

Something I made to get a little spunk in my step

Desktop

One Hour

When I remembered love EP

Bouncy

Womp

Robot Rock

I know rappers make hits rapping bits about bitches but the bitches they're riffing are never that specific

You could say I'm prolific
and even splitting the difference
Loose lips sunk ships all up and down the pacific


Remind me your name, man
I musta missed it
Everyone is a mystic
Everyone is a misfit
All I see are you dipshits
Tryna get on my shit list
One more for the hit list;
Time to make a decision!

You say it is what it is
I say it is til it isn't
I like to handle my business
You like to handle your women
I don't break up with em
Only break down rhythms
Either get down with it 
or you'll break down with em

Gimme great soundsystems
Gonna shake ground with em
I'm gettin' sick of you sad sacks
I'm weighed down with em

Backlash, flashback, hashtag what you're mad at
Go ahead get mad - You ain't gettin' your cash.

So Whether hurt and nervous
Whether rhymes have purpose
Maybe Words are worthless
Only surf the surface
Maybe Love likes lines cosines and tangents
We  only curve in circles
Co-sign for mansions

We flew in Murky purples, then we finally landed
And these rhymes might find what my mind abandoned

Light curves the earth in its swerves and branches
takes a turn for the worse with its nerves and tantrums

I got bitches in Sitges
I got Bears at burning man
Slurred more words than the herbs in Amsterdam
This Romance is a kind of cancer
You don't like the question,
I don't like the answer

A lot of shit looks hot before it dips and drops and you're shocked like you bought stock in Dippin' Dots - What?

All you beer busting bears
Bring it busted and soft
With your mister S jocks
And your nasty pig socks

Get so clotted with knots, man,
you trip while you walk
You don't top You don't bottom
You just flip as you flop

And you're Hittin' the iceberg 
You're trickin' a lot
And might tic when you talk
But you ain't trickin' the clock

I'm getting sick of myself
It's Time to thicken the plot.
Man, it ain't what it is,
But then it ain't what it's not

So you can bang that thang
Go head and break a leg
You wanna bake a cake
You gotta crack some eggs

And just when shit's getting interesting
There's a flick of  the wrist and a misdirection
It's an indiscretion - and they can't commit
you gotta flip shit quick at the intersection

When you're mixing your set list 
And The crowd's getting restless
I left the same day Britain voted to exit

We mostly been texting
He ain't even over his ex yet
And we barely had sex yet
Maaaan, on to the next thing

More drops than the ocean 
More fish in the sea
And I'm friends with my exes
They all VIPs

They can get on the guest list
The First one's free
But if you bringing a friend
I need to see ID

So we gonNa say no
To Mendocino
I'd rather be in Reno
In a casino

I mark then I reload
if you need me to repeat: 
the keyword would be "no"
Break hearts by the kilo
Man, I done thrown out more hoes than black holes do neutrinos

And though this Space is mostly just cold and lonely
I must boldly go where no man ever gone before me

Of these things I can be sure
The sun rise is eastward
That saying a lot is oft done with the least words

It's best to keep running
If you stop then your feet hurt
The more rhymes i write,
The more times i might be heard

What recurs is neither the thing nor its reverse
So Never ever echo echo better let go that reverb

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