Coco Fever // (composed by: Teddy Roxpin)

MD // (composed by: truechizz)

End Credits

Geeked // (composed by: Nigma)

Decay // (composed by: Dontcry, Nokiaa)

“Yeah she said we’ll be fine 
The glass pouring deeper while I sit alone tonight
Ideas of a soul that maybe I can find 
Can’t seem to get my mind up outta this back and forth bind
Speed turning up, slow it down, this ain’t a race
Pretty legs shaking, disillusioned by the pace 
Lipstick imprint, breasts pushed up to her face
Mean mugging all the stares but offended when they look away 
Give me a break 

Yeah she said we’ll be fine 
But I’m staring back at a full plate, hearing lies 
She tell me put out my smoke, I tell her empty out her wine 
How many times you gonna take that coffee break? 
How many times you gonna have a cigarette to ease the angst? 
How many times you gonna let the mirror see that grimaced face? 
Tears constipated, numb to the thought of love feeling great 

Yeah she said we’ll be fine 
Crossed paths at the show bumping ketamine lines
Candy wrist, pashmina with the Windsor’s, hide her geeked out eyes 
Iris’ black pies, Molly water hydrate
Feel the bass in our souls while our bodies elevate 
Goddamn she dance well, smell good, and look great 
You can tell she know it by the way she wear that smile on her face 

Yeah she said we’ll be fine 
Until we let our tempers flare, both stepped out of line 
Bonnie, Clyde, separate journey, distant memory of the other for the rest of time”

Just Fine

“ I asked her why she hiding, she tell me that she don’t know
This ain’t my first time in this vantage point, know how this goes
Fuck what you speaking I wanna see what it is you show
Do you love it for the passion or just for the gloat? 
Home back at a place where the third gone
Kiss death on the forehead Aragorn 
Send the prince down the River let it sail on
Another heir down, four more stand tall 
No clutter when the good weed on call
Keep me sane no fist through the drywall 
Khon Khao slim, grabbing on my balls
Suck my dick, go ahead and tell ‘em all”

Exhibition

“Flip the script, take a jet out to the ridge 
Pink sky, getting high, finding what the answer is
Another day gone by tearing outta old skin
Walk a path of enlightenment to rid all of my sins 
Flip the script, take a jet out to the ridge 
Pink sky, getting high, finding what the answer is
Another day gone by tearing outta old skin
Ride the wave of a dream until I find out who I am 

Falling-
Through a portal in the garden 
Woke up in a magic land forgetting all my problems
Sedated by the tide coming down the river stream 
Exotic fruit off the branch, meditate under the tree 
Wicked witch acting a bitch, tryna work me for pity
Miss me with that bullshit man I’m way too damn busy 
Candy flipping with a pretty hippie in the Emerald City
Rolling up exotic grown, everybody getting stoned 

Flip the script, take a jet out to the ridge 
Pink sky, getting high, finding what the answer is
Another day gone by tearing outta old skin
Walk a path of enlightenment to rid all of my sins 
Flip the script, take a jet out to the ridge 
Pink sky, getting high, finding what the answer is
Another day gone by tearing outta old skin
Ride the wave of a dream until I find out who I am 

The writing on the wall, it say ‘a storm brewing’ 
Fuck around with your mind one too many times and lose it 
But you ain’t gonna take my words, you just gonna prove em
Experiment failed, wind up in the institution with the-
Grip soles, white walls, up inside a cold room 
No family, no friends, and some unseasoned food
Ain’t a damn thing I can do except maybe pop a fucking Seroquel to ease the mood 
Loneliness- 
Kill the soul that keep the body living 
Fear is just a parasite spending time killing 
Turning you into a victim, making everyone a villain
Madman, pistol in hand, Brian Pillman 
BANG 
There go the shot 
Mike Breen on the call, double zeros on the clock 
Out of time I think it’s time for me to take a fucking walk 
Fuck the stares from the block, ran away too far now I’m lost 
It’s a real scary place 
The rat going crazy need to get up out the race 
Body stuck, mind paralyzed in the open space
Fortune truly only ever favors the brave 
So I keep my shit moving, funky hips grooving 
Flow state of mind, the complexity is soothing 
I don’t think I mind living in this magical illusion 
Take my hand, teleport ourselves into another land 

Flip the script, take a jet out to the ridge 
Pink sky, getting high, finding what the answer is
Another day gone by tearing outta old skin
Walk a path of enlightenment to rid all of my sins 
Flip the script, take a jet out to the ridge 
Pink sky, getting high, finding what the answer is
Another day gone by tearing outta old skin
Ride the wave of a dream until I find out who I am.”

Portal in the Garden // (composed by Anabolic)

Back flat on the grungy carpet mat
Counting all the texture of the popcorn standing overhead 
Blue hues drowning visual fields outside of bed 
Pressure on my chest telling me I should get some rest 
But the more my body sleep, the more my mind feel defeated
Drowning for weeks until that pendulum swinging
Crease in my cheek, jaw sore from chewing teeth 
Chasin validation like “oh god, what will they think?”
White knuckles clutching on the bathroom sink
Madness on the brink 
Speaking out but the words never seem to come up out as they mean
Intent fucked up always switching up what it is i need 
Isolate myself, feel the release 
Child of the stars, one w the breeze 
Dust off the crescent, divine light through the seed 
Still blessed to shed tears, thank the lord that I still bleed 
Crash landed, end up on foreign planet
A world so big it take a lifetime to understand it 
Another mutter from the muse another thought planted 
Files overloading not much longer I can stand them 
Knees breaking straw that broke the camel back 
All that blown serotonin ima really need back 
Sittin lickin on my wounds, stripper grippin on my peg 
So she take me to the back, legs spread, off them pain-meds 
Only thing I’m thinking “what the fuck am I doing?”
Snuck me a little peak and now my night ruined
Dirty pussy in the air, horny mouths droolin 
I should really check up more see how my family doing
But I don’t worry cause they always found a way 
I hope they know their baby boy gonna always do the same 
Through the ice, sleek, mud, hail, snow or the rain
Ain’t no turning back like them thoughts passing through your brain 
I love my life and I’m proud of my soul 
But the ghost of my vices gonna forever have a hold 
That’s ok,  cause that’s the shit that make a man whole 
We all subject to the shadow with potential for the gold 
Brainstorming new ways to approach 
If I hurt you then it’s obvious I needed more growth 
Insecure lips murmur, tongue choking on my throat 
Empty out my conscious in a portable book of notes 
I could go on even when I’m running outta notes 
Do an acapella for a small gathering of folks 
Take a bow while crowd screaming out they want more 
But I’m coming down, way too loud, I’m running for the back door

Starseed // (composed by: StreamKitty)

“Heat wave
New page 
Ain’t no guarantee to be a next day 
Keep faith 
Produce great
Devil in my head disappear when I pray 
How far would you go for a win?
Cost of a soul, reap glory for the sin 
21 3 more than the 18 
Judging life through the eyes of what I see 
Riches of royalty but the king only needed one thing 
A queen in the street, you know what behind the scenes 
Yeah she a nice girl but you know she ain’t green 
Smiling at you with them straight-line teeth 
Lush hair loose in them milk-white sheets 
Taking all my soul with that good brain 
Orgasm rushing, make me feel that- 

*chorus* 

Heat wave
Sunlight peeking through the evergreens hit my face 
Blowing dope with the homies till the end of the day 
Smoking blunt after blunt like I’m trying to win a race 
Hold your breath 
Watch your step 
We don’t wanna trip 
Minnesota ice
Guaranteed to slip 
Hit or miss we do not fit
Kicked up on the strip with a gang of misfits 
Yeah and that’s my tribe, best believe each one on a quest 
Angel wings flock up, up, out of the nest 
No sign of any enemies cause we the apex 
Taking sunbaths out in the middle of the Congo
Bongo, King Kong banging on my chest 
At the mercy of the powers that put us in the grave 
So ima just stand outside and feel that- 

*chorus*

Heat Wave

Exploring the infinite realms of creativity until I drift away into the ether…

T Keef

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