ALBUM I MADE IN MY ROOM
INSPIRED BY MANY ARTISTS

SHEEP [PROD. HANISLIP]

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Written by Kai Straw
Produced Kai Straw
Engineered by Fred Sorenson
Artwork by KloudM

LYRICS:

No one gave me shit
I worked for this
At this point I’m just
done with encouragement
You say talented
I say calluses
I’m tasting my blood just pronouncing it
Since Fairfield days
The beats I made
I may have quit drinking but dream the same

I was told this the moon
Like good luck, Mr. Rocket Shoes

And they ask me why you workin’
All days of the week
To get somewhere you’ll never reach

I’ve been wishin’ for better so long
I guess I’m sick of wishing in by bed alone
If those wishes were weapons
Their full metal jackets are stuck
So fuck wishin’, I’m here with a gun
Jiminy Cricket never made me anyone
All my clips are full of bitterness
And I’m coming for you
I’ma bloom like a wicked magnolia

I’m not stoppin’ this
Just the opposite
I won’t drop when most people need oxygen
Since the green Lexus
Since the weed excess
Since the drink was my treatment for depression
Man, my lips been blue
Fuck what stitches do
I’ll put red on this mic like it’s ’92

I was told this the moon
Like good luck, Mr. Rocket Shoes

And they ask me why you workin’
All days of the week
Toward something you’ll never be

I’ve been wishin’ for better so long
I guess I’m sick of wishing in by bed alone
If those wishes were weapons
Their full metal jackets are stuck
So fuck wishin’, I’m here with a gun
Jiminy Cricket never made me anyone
All my clips are full of bitterness
And I’m coming for you
I’ma bloom like a wicked magnolia

Until I’m taken by weeds
My will is my leprosy
Instead of wounds that scrape the sheets
I’ve got no turn back in me
So set glass beneath my feet
Take the last breath that I need
To meet what glows beyond my reach
I’ll become a tragedy

There’s is no hell that spells retreat
Fuck your gravity
This to the grave
This to the grave

Stream

Mr. Rocket Shoes

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Written by Kai Straw
Produced Kai Straw
Engineered by Fred Sorenson
Artwork by KloudM

LYRICS:
Maybe I’m ashamed
‘Cause maybe I’ll lose
I’m broken apart
Lookin’ for the glue
But the fight isn’t done 
There’s more I could do
A man is his heart
And the heart can be bulletproof
So yeah, maybe I’m maimed
but I’ll never be done
I’ll stand like a king
with a crown made of blood
Look in my eyes
see what hasn’t been touched
The sting of defeat
needs permission to cut

And maybe I’m just wrong
And maybe I should admit its over
But that’s just not my way
You see a dead man walkin’
I see the steps I take

I’ma finish what I started
I’ma get through this I promise
One way or another I’m making it home
I keep this photo in my pocket
Through all this, I still haven’t lost it
‘Cause if my lover’s got a view
I know living is a killer cologne

I’ll see you when we’re kissing hello
‘Cause baby I’m making it home
I’ll see you when we’re kissing hello
‘Cause baby I’m making it home

So here I’ma stay
The arena can boo
I’m liking the scars
I’ll spit out the tooth
Yeah, we’re not the same
I’m not my wounds
A man is his heart
And the heart can be bulletproof
Yeah, there is no blade
That’ll cut through my soul
There is no gun
I’m afraid you can load
When you look in my eyes
See I am whole
You can hurt this flesh
But no pain will ever touch my ghost

So I’ma finish what I started
I’ma get through this I promise
One way or another I’m making it home
I keep this photo in my pocket
Through all this, I still haven’t lost it
‘Cause if my lover’s got a view
I know living is a killer cologne

I’ll see you when we’re kissing hello
‘Cause baby I’m making it home
‘Cause baby I’m making it
‘Cause baby I’m making it home

A song for your Ex

LUC4

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