The Wrong Things

Just trying to set a vibe is all I ever do. Get you to move with me and see where I'm going with it. The future and beyond.

1.Ducks

Lyrics

[Hook]
The rain on my window, tears stream down my cheeks, outside the storm is raging, it’s been that way for weeks. It’s raining down on me, as far as I can see, it’s pouring.
The wind outside is howling, I find it hard to sleep, don’t know where I’m headed, the water is so deep. It’s raining down on me, as far as I can see, I’m drowning.
[Verse]
Hit the low notes, struck the wrong tones, went the long way, took the wrong road.
Now I’m Back home, put the track on, got my hoodie up, got my mask on.
Turn the gas on, light the match up, start the match up, turn the mic on.
Got my Protocols, got Reason, got my Cubase, got my FL.
Singing sad songs, and the tracks long, lots of caskets, flower baskets.
It was tragic, it was madness, now it’s sadness, by the masses.
After mass, its aftermath is unimagined, then it happened.
Now we trapped inside of the Attic and the fires just too massive.
Got think quick to escape it, feel the flames burning my face. 
it’s just amazing, it’s crazy, these are racist that hate me.
Think my life don’t matter, then tell them to come face me.
They see I’m still here, they will not erase me
My wave is too wavy, my Patrick’s too Swayze.
That hate that you spewing, that shit just don’t phase me.
Like Las, I’m still here, for the moment I’m still in the hood.
Moving along, making it through, that’s how I do it.
[Hook]
The cancer just keeps growing, you can see it in the streets, this place that I come from, the sickness and disease. It’s raining down on me, as far as I can see, I’m drowning.
[CNN Bridge] [Hook]
The rain on my window, tears stream down my cheeks, outside the storm is raging, it’s been that way for weeks. It’s raining down on me, as far as I can see, it’s pouring.
The wind outside is howling, I find it hard to sleep, don’t know where I’m headed, the water is so deep.
It’s raining down on me, as far as I can see, I’m drowning.

Drowning - LOTE (Prod. by LOTE)

How many pairs of shoes have you gone through in life? I've lost count.
Lyrics
You want to know what it feels like, getting harassed by the cops.

You want to know what it feels like, on the block when it's hot.

You want to know what it feels like,
Waking up in my room.

You want to know what it feels like, take a walk in my shoes.

You want to know what it feels like, getting harrased by the cops.

You want to know what it feels like, on the block when it's hot.

You want to know what it feels like,
Waking up in my room.

You want to know what it feels like, take a walk in my shoes.

Who be making it from nothing, in the kitchen cooking up. 

Oh man who's got the Midas touch, OG ain't never giving up.

I call your bluff, my royal flush will crush your dreams.

Getting scorched by all the steam, homie I can you hear the screams, when I hit you with the dope.

Say it's safe, say it's safe, nigga pray tell. 

People tend to back away when the waves swell. 

From tsunamis run away from this hades hell. 

The way I can't forget the day the world trade fell. 

I promise you, 
we gone get back up and ride, mourning all the ones that died, once it's safe to go outside.

This I promise you,
after this some things will change, other things will stay the same, in the hood they still gone bang.

Through the sun, the rain, the nights, the days, the joy, the pain, all the racist hateful things.

I get it though, the thought of me just living may upset some folks. But I don't give a fuck, I hang them racist by a rope. 

Lote, OG man I'm giving haters notice, hope those devils die from Covid. 

Fucking jokers, playing poker. 

Do you know what it means when they chase you down the street, that's pure evil and it's trying to take your life now

Do you know what they say at the table, when they play their little games, in the room with the lights down.

They looking at me crazy when I'm yelling fuck the police.
They looking at me crazy every time I walk down my street
It feels like nothing's changing, still I'm out here chasing my dreams
They're trying to enslave me, still I'm standing on the concrete. 

You want to know what it feels like, getting harassed by the cops.

You want to know what it feels like, on the block when it's hot.

You want to know what it feels like,
Waking up in my room.

You want to know what it feels like, take a walk in my shoes.

You want to know what it feels like, getting harrased by the cops.

You want to know what it feels like, on the block when it's hot.

You want to know what it feels like,
Waking up in my room.

You want to know what it feels like, take a walk in my shoes.

My Shoes - LOTE (Produced by LOTE)

Lyrics

Ain’t nobody lying here, I’m telling straight fact. OG take it back to the eight track.

Before PCs  before Macbooks, before Facebook, before Snapchat.

No Twitter, no IG, please, just vinyl, no CDs, no downloads, mp3s, just me and GOD.

It’s past time we kick the devil to curb.

Real men work it out with words, fight it out with nouns and the verbs.

Talk it out let your voice be heard.

The nerve of these herbs twisting words trying to get you to serve.

Tricking you with their venom, I say we get rid of snakes.

Lucifer’s hate, I say just  get rid of it, toss it aside. 

No time be slipping, we’re living with evil beside us.

They’re killing the righteous, telling you lies, filling your my minds with poison. 

This distracting noise got you screaming so loud that you’re losing your voice.

I’ve been to edge and then back, borrowed the money, could not pay it back, addicted to cocaine until I kicked that.

Then there was the fire that killed all my cats.

Just when I thought that I had nothing left, you whispered and told it’s not over yet.

I had to come back, grieve for my cats, recover the fumble, run the ball back, got on my feet, rose up again, gotta repeat it, start over again.

About my survival, my hand on the bible, I’ve made my confession, I’ve made up mind.

I’m tired of living in darkness, its time for embracing the light.

Use my words, use my mic, use some herbs, use some spice, man can I get my slice with extra cheese, my diet Pepsi, a  fat bag a weed, piano with the keys.

Please just let me be, don’t make angry. As long as you’re with me I know that I’ll be…

(Chorus)
Alright

I’ma be alright

I’ma be alright

I’ma be alright

I’ma be alright

Repeat

Alright - LOTE (Prod. by LOTE)

Ask Me How I Know -  LOTE x Raztah Tree (Prod by LOTE)

Lyrics
I've lost mind, I dont know where to find it can you help me? Lost my mind, been missing for some time now, its unhealthy. 

Where's my mind? Where I left it at? I dont know the thought escapes me. Thoughts of men and women with no faces come to take me. 

In my mind, the season's changing, I can feel it morphing with the breeze. The wind is blowing, leaves are falling off of all the trees.

This covid season got this humanoid so paranoid, pain in the ass, call it muthufuckin hemeroids. 

I'm bout to trip, I'm bout to flip, I'm bout to spaz out. My temperature is risin high, I'm bout to pass out. 

I've got the virus, I'm coughing, I'm sneezing. People around me, they pointing, they teasing, 

They're starting to chase me, I'm hauling ass down the street. They're space invaders, they've got me trapped inside my dream.

Vision's blurry, through the flurries, now its hard to breath. They being mean, all kind of things that bring a grown man to his knees

I've lost mind, I dont know where to find it can you help me? Lost my mind, been missing for some time now, its unhealthy.
Where's my mind?
Where I left it at? I dont know, the thought escapes me. Thoughts of men and women with no faces come to take me. 

I've lost mind, I dont know where to find it can you help me? Lost my mind, been missing for some time now, its unhealthy. 

Where's my mind? Where I left it at? I dont know the thought escapes me. Thoughts of men and women with no faces come to take me. 

Repeat

MY Mind - LOTE (Prod. by LOTE)

Lyrics
(Chorus)
Oh Lord
Tell the devil I'm coming
Oh Lord
He wants blood well i got it
Oh Lord
No tell him I am not running
Oh Lord
(Verse)
I swear on my life he is in for a fight cause I'm coming for blood.

I'm running the beat back, pushing my seat back, rolling a sweet pack.

They can't breathe , wheezing, coughing, they need the C pap.

They fiends, addicts, need a fix, they bout to relapse.

This happy machine beat got LOTE about to beam up.

Warp speed, feel the breeze, take routes that's scenic.

Past the moon, light the sky, just like a Phoenix

Run em down to the ground just like a cheetah.

After school, 3 o clock, I fuck the beat up.

All in my feelings, breezy,  a little windy.

Last of the emcees, all these flows, Lote I gets busy.

Spike the whiskey with some Draino 
kill em swiftly.

Tornados over volcanos, a little risky 

Shit gets fatal quickly in wicked city

I'm getting tipsy, slipping, my mind is tripping.

The drunk DJ got the beat stuck on replay.

I don't know why they Make it so easy.

(Chorus)

Oh Lord, tell the devil I'm coming.

Oh Lord, he wants blood well I got it.

Oh Lord, no tonight I'm not running

Oh Lord, I swear on my life, he's in for a fight, cause I'm coming for blood.

(Verse)
Dark chocolate, out the box, call me Hershey.

Once again, taking em on a lyrical journey.

I'm parched, thirsty, plus my back is hurting.

Some Lemon juice with some turmeric for inflammation

I'm hard at work. Whats my purpose?
Am I worthy?

The Waters dark, deep, kind of murky.

Can't sleep, feels like something is lurking.

C4, off the web, the bomb is dirty.

A little nerdy, crazy, I'm 730.

Never political or hypocritical, niggas be hitting me the subliminals.

Cut the umbilical, shit getting critical
I found the cure, I'm performing the surgery urgently.

Physical therapy, this is no stereotypical rapper.
Im not the one that you're after.

No mythical, biblical type of a character, digital criminal stealing your taxes.

Stranger danger, slave traders, Yogi bear, fuck the ranger.

Fires raging in Australia
Bro I dont know what to tell you.


All the Hate, all the rage, all the pain we gotta deal with.

The illest, my flow contagious, loony toon, shit i spit is straight outrageous.

The realist, Bobby Spielberg, I'll make you famous.

A real thriller, horror flick, got you fainting. 

Rapper killer, jig ya, Jack the ripper.

Dope dealer, iller I'm that nigga.

Flow sicker, quicker on the trigger

Lote bigger, Godzilla, I'm stomping niggas out.

Oh Lord, tell the devil I'm coming.
Oh Lord, he wants blood well I got it.
Oh Lord, no tonight I'm not running.

I swear on my life, he is in for a fight.
So tonight, tell the devil I'm coming for blood.

Blood - LOTE (Prod by Happy Machine Beats)

New York - LOTE (Prod. by LOTE)

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