selfish

Lyrics:
She caught a vibe from my style so wild,
Now she drop it real low for that 905
Don’t act surprised, or start acting nice
‘cause the wait is steady buildin’ up my appetite
I’ma feast, please, a beast, I’m hungry like Budapest
Vocally your fav locally, go ahead, boo the rest
Do contest, I’ve been in that lab stressed
I rap to impress, I ain’t trying to be next
I’m now
B-town cash cow
I hit my city and girl’s like “wow”
I rip that stage, homie rest in piece
You’re chillin’ with that white boy, no Shady
H-e-a-v why ya’ll question me?
Only question be, when the quest to beat all these weak emcees succeed 
Who be left but me? Here’s a lesson free
I’m the recipe, seasoned, pre-heating, on your iTunes, steady deleting
All that’s left is me, next to me, I do it, cut a check, what’s an ex to me?
I got my left hand free, cup in my right
I keep it pink, mix that shit with Sprite
Same old Luc with that two-step
Now your girl can’t drive, she had two sips
Two spiffs split, she’s gonna deuce with Luc
She do just what I say like that Simon dude
When I’m rhyming dude, cosign me dude
Maneuver through it all like floss and tooth
I’m a lion dude, young Simba like Cole
Play the cards I’m dealt, never shuffle or fold
Cruising down lakeshore, tell me what the brakes for
Tripping in the 6, they say I’m sounding like Drake more

Oh sometimes, I get a good feeling, yeah
Get a feeling that I never had before,
I get a good feeling

Just wanna tell you right now,
I’ve got a good feeling

On my worst behaviour, thank me later
Smart ass kid who gets C’s on papers
Who gets decent flavours, every city I go
Clay Matthews with that golden flow
If you didn’t know, homie, now you know
You should stick to open mic’s ‘til that talent show
More money, more problems? I’d argue no
I’ll take more money, the problem’s loans
‘cause I got a degree I couldn’t afford,
And I’ll be paying it off until I’m lower than my credit score
So baby, you’ll have to wait for that Gucci store
Wait, you don’t wanna date no more?
Its been a year, I bet you heard about the boy
I ride around the Hammer with my brother Tommy boy
You think you’re funny like Farley, Tommy Boy?
I got a homie doing 20 for what he did with the Tommy, boy
So now my hand on the book
Like I swear homie, look, rap as good as I look
Got my own band now my man’s on the hook
I wreak havoc on the scene, they be the one’s who shook
We mob deep, I be that prodigy 
Young phenom son, I be the one to beat
So nice girls cling on ‘cause they know what’s up
Its time to build the enterprise, someone beam me up

Prod. by Pretty Lights
Heavy Music Group 2014

Good Feeling

Heavy Music Group 2016
Prod. by Dremlife & Luxe
Mixed by Zlender

So hold up, 
While I let this amaze me
Old soul on the radio
I got my good dudes, good tunes
No girl ‘cause I let her go
So hold up,
While I let this song take me
Old flow on the radio
I’m in a good mood, no blues
No worries ‘cause I let ‘em go

Nostalgic,
The way the snare click
Reminds me of summer drives in my dad’s old whip
I’d play these tapes I was in love with
Told me, “Son, its fun but just imagination”
Dropout, they wanted graduation
You can’t live the comfy life without a major in it
I made a visit, three years ‘sleep in class
Exam break came and straight whooped my ass
I can’t cruise through that, I’ll lose at that
Loosen up the slacks, I’ma prove at last
That I do this for the love, baby
Show me love, baby
And keep my grades, I won’t be needing that
Yeah, I want it right now
I want it right now,
I’ll put the mic down when its lights out
’til then go ahead, live life now

I never bend nor fold
But speak with so much soul
This is all I wanted at 9 years old 
When you were raised in the place streets paved with gold
And never had a ounce to hold
Its the sign on the lawn that’s saying sold when your house gets cold
Mommy and daddy, they don’t love no more
Feeling monkey in the middle when emotions get petty
And I’m free falling, I’m free falling…
I need an escape,
But I’ll stay out left field to avoid home plate
I watch the disc spin in my old disc man, 
Feeling the pressures of growing up sink in
Look, just wake me when that nightmare ends
I’m sick of serving serpents lurking with these so called friends
If I could do what they did and speak to this kids,
I’d let my record spin, like this…

Old Soul (ft. Joël)

Artist/producer. 

booking@therealluxe.com

luxe

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