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LYRICS:

Ain’t mixing your vocals
You phony-ass, talking loco
Tryna be something you not bro
Talk like me all the time
If I got a dime when you did, 1,009
Why, are you so infatuated with
Someone you’re not, stirring up the pot
You must’ve forgot, you’ll never be hot
100 times over, let the cold blow over

Better change like the seasons
Stuck in your ways, no good reasons
I don’t wanna know where you wanna go
Don’t hit up my phone, when it rains or snows
Take a paddle and row
Run away from yourself
Put your soul on a shelf
Don’t be anyone else
Can’t stress it enough times
I might turn it into a chime
Is caring a crime?
You take my empathy and walk on the line

Don’t balance relations with your growing ego
Do you really know? Do you really know?
Act tough but you really meek bro
Do you really know? Is it how it goes?
Is all I did for you a joke?
Should I take myself up and go?
Can I take you up with these notes?
Better listen quietly, here we go

“I knew you ate my dog’s food
You rapped about it too, all I gotta say is ‘ew’
But it ain’t news, tryna be the class clown
But you flunked out of town, with a selfish frown
By the way, stop mentioning me
No one even need to know you calling me
Like damn, b, yapping ‘bout me all week
You sick as can be, get away from me”

Write my grievances on pen and paper
To spite your digital love endeavor
Gotta stoop to your level, to level with you
Tryna bevel your skewed ideals and views
Lyrical slop, tryna keep it high IQ
So your high ass won’t be able to view
I want the real you to read all my points
I ain’t done, never done, keep the ink moist

Tryna be someone your not
Taking ecstasy to rot (better take a shot, is that all you got?)
Your nose white, ain’t nothing right
Pitting yourself against the world

I miss the way you had life in your eyes
Don’t even disguise the pain that’s clouding the skies
Gotta shake you awake when you feeling fried
Bro I can’t lie, you fucking me up, why
Can’t you go 10 minutes without assaulting
Your friends, yo connects, making vast assumptions
We out for you, that we ain’t right by you
Our emotions, you refute, put on mute

You never wanted us here in the first place
Frantic loser all over the place, with your lines
And mistakes, directed our way so we feel the wave
You kicking sand in our faces, tie up your laces
Walk out that door, you were just a bore
A rock-filled shore, no one even adored
No one wants you no more
Cry on that damn floor

Dear Friend

LYRICS:

You think you funny? Better stand up
Pale as a ghost, I wanna see hands up
Getting burnt like toast, when the phone hang up
Let me imagine a life we lacking, hold up

Crack screens in a limousine 
Gucci on the side, all the seats leather green
Feeling cheesed off the Pedigree
High as a kite, eating dog treats on a winter night
It’s my blight, acting like a character you’d write 
In a parody novel, win awards, travel trivago
My money get wired though, so I broke all the time
Calling up your line, like a psycho

Swimming through the recess of undefined success
You suck the life out the fun during recess
Rather reset than pine over dinnertime
Wanna eat chicken thighs, don’t wanna think ‘bout better rhymes
Can’t lie, I’m running out of ideas
Search through my mind, scratching at the bottom of the bowl
Pick up your line, bro, I really wanna know
What you up to, yo, where you wanna go?

Holding my nose, we jump in the deep
Freestyle our way, benefits to reap
Drunk all the time, stumbling through days
We lap up the cents that Spotify pays
Knocking scratch paper off of my tray
Digital fits the writing I make

listen up

Yawn

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GONNA BE (2013)

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