Watch Her Flex (scratch Track, First Version, Unmastered)

Shallow Cupids (added bass line)

This is myself and one of my childhood best friends. Haha... 14 years old. 

02 Welcome To Fantastic

01 Sick In The Mind

I'm coming...

I like to write and record it. If you like it share it. 

Lyrics: 
Verse 1: 
Your art is what you make… and it’s hard to even fake it. 
The heart is just the strangest… but FUCK, I wouldn’t change it. 
I’ve been around the mind, indeed…. a time or two, it seems. 
And I’ve found that the honest truths come from your inner being. 
Through cirlces, squares and roots… and a FEW other sinful screams.
You don’t need a pair of boots to stomp out any fuckin meaning. 
Every intuition that you have is often right, 
The precision that you’ve lost, is off in hindsight. 
And staring in your face is an altruized knight… 
With only intentions of disgrace, disguised in all white. 
TURN AROUND! Don’t do it! It’s your pride, not your right! 
Take a hint, drop the nuisance, realize you’ve lost the fight. 
it ain’t the end of the unit, just a bite of tough-life. 
Meant to teach that, you’re the side… you’re not the fuckin slice. 
So turn up some new shit. Live Live. and Love Life. 
Mic check one two btich…. I’m is live as fuck tonight. 

Verse 2: 
Always worried about people, But I don’t care anymore. 
Let ‘em be what they fuckin will, YOU can’t carry ‘em anymore. 
And “problems” ain’t shit, so don’t bury them in a drawer. 
Cut them bitches to pieces, with a machete or get sword… 
And straight up, don’t ever change.. your judgement is your chance, 
to make the world a better place, Than it is at present glance… 
Just try to find your mindful state, Like… heaven, hell or France… 
Draw, or write… or paint!… might as well; can’t dance! 
because You NEVER really know whose interest you’re piquing… 
The kid next door, the mailman, your kinfolk… Your nieces? 
You could be the skillful willed attention they’re seeking! 
Or at the very least, SHIT!, a whimsical pretense 
That could eventually lead them to the place of THIER dreams and that spark inside you, 
FUCK! was there for a reason… 
So grab that next thought, hash it out and tweak it. 
Chalk it up, polish it off. Send it out and MEAN IT! 

Verse 3: 
The colors have been building, they're about to spray . 
One foot in the cell, one foot out the gate. 
I’m feeling this air of freedom in a powerful way 
My mind finally subsided and I’m down to play. 
I was raised in music, practically bred into it. 
Check my roots for truth, My family HAS it too, shit 
best friends are prodigies, and with their influence 
running through my bruised mind, I began to tune in. 
My mellow mood had won, but I’m rared for new shit. 
Sick of running scared, I’m prepared. but truth is. 
Life don’t always know just where your booth is. 
So don’t sit back and stare. You gotta WEAR your trueness. 
Find the thing inside that says “I Dare YOU to do this”. 
Then let your dreams fling through the air and lose it. 
Because you can’t care to share, when you’ve barely knew shit. 
Realize your own plight then square your roots quick! 

Hook: 
You ain’t never seen a music lover quite like me. 
From the minute I came in it I was born to be… 
A mother fuckin super star, and I’m bored, ya see… 
You ain’t never seen a music lover quite like me..

Music Lover (Quite Like Me) (First Draft

(V1)
We’re made from a dream. 
not the sanest of beings
I try to Brave through the screams. 
but Strength remains to be seen. 
Yet still we venture on 
with lamest of sheep. 
The bills just linger longer
in unattainable peace. 

More pills for the ding dongs
More canes for the weak. 
You’ve slowed brains to a creep. 
Hoping to chill in the wigwam, 
And set blaze to the peeps. 
We’ve lost the way, so it seems. 
If we could rid all the big-dogs.
We could pave a new street. 



(Bridge)
I want you to see the signs. 
Easier said than done. 
Then dutifully subside 
From weary breathless “fun”.
The beauty is in your eyes. 
Will you accept the Sun. 
The truly blessed will shine. 
When we all set as one.  

But I see your eyes rollin
You think I’m high bowling. 
My writing is the kind that truly 
signifies goals, man  
InSITEing in the mind, well,
As quick as minds go,… 
Enticing with the rhymes 
Come sit in My throne,  

(Chorus)
Drop by We can talk it out. 
I can listen. For real though. 
I’m on life, it’s awesome now. 
Lights will glisten, in still pose. 
C’mon guys. Let’s walk it out. 
Try retention. Then feel dope. 
Gone by are the frolic-bouts. 
We all kids. We just feel broke. 



(V2)
I’m eager as a beaver to share 
My Seger singing dessert. 
Working on my night moves. 
And tweaking all the reverbs. 
Twerking while I slice fools. 
With meaning and cleaver. 
Serving all the right tools
Right into the your speakers. 

With practice comes skills
And half the battle is uphill
Doesn’t matter when cup’s filled. 
When it’s splatters, you unwield.
It’s just batter… that’s ungrilled. 
Don’t get madder. Have fun. chill. 
Get a ladder. First Rung. Feel. 
Get past your step one. Deal? 


(Bridge)
I want you to see the signs. 
Easier said than done. 
Then dutifully subside 
From weary breathless “fun”.
The beauty is in your eyes. 
Will you accept the Sun. 
The truly blessed will shine. 
When we all set as one. 

But I see you pride holding
Stuck in “I’m golden”
Not knowing a knot’s grown’
Until you’ve stopped the plot rolling. 
Became a cop, or ‘hot’ postman
as you dropped the rock, slowly. 
Then copped a squat 
on the top of pop-n-lock trophy. 

(Chorus)
Drop by We can talk it out. 
I can listen. For real though. 
I’m on life, it’s awesome now. 
Lights will glisten, in still pose. 
C’mon guys. Let’s walk it out. 
Try retention. Then feel dope. 
Gone by are the frolic-bouts. 
We all kids. We just feel broke. 


(V3)
We’re simple kids at heart. 
It’s the jist of what we are. 
Men attempt to bleed us 
Feed us, shipped to a distant star. 
But memories have realer reasons. 
Synesthesia of an ugly heart. 
Bring me back to the beating. 
Allow my breath to be the start. 

Feel it. Write it. Do it. 
I’m meant to bleed as if you aren’t?
The future is the mystery 
I’m the leader. Pick your part. 
I’m through with all this fishery
I see you flounder in the dark. 
If we rule it non-pretentiously 
We’re bound to see an arc. 


(Bridge)
I want you to see the signs. 
Easier said than done. 
Then dutifully subside 
From weary breathless “fun”.
The beauty is in your eyes. 
Will you accept the Sun. 
The truly blessed will shine. 
When we all set as one. 

(Chorus)
Drop by We can talk it out. 
I can listen. For real though. 
I’m on life, it’s awesome now. 
Lights will glisten, in still pose. 
C’mon guys. Let’s walk it out. 
Try retention. Then feel dope. 
Gone by are the frolic-bouts. 
We all kids. We just feel broke. 

Drop by We can talk it out. 
I can listen. For real though. 
I’m on life, it’s awesome now. 
Lights will glisten, in still pose. 
C’mon guys. Let’s walk it out. 
Try retention. Then feel dope. 
Gone by are the frolic-bouts. 
We all kids. We just feel broke. 

Rex Davis