prod. James D
addl. prod. LOHM

From the forthcoming B EP, out 7/7/21.
Pre-order on Bandcamp here:
tonedeafjeff.bandcamp.com/album/the-b-ep

[LYRICS]

I’m bored and broke
Out of herb to smoke
My landlord’s a fucking joke
Maybe I could use some coke
Maybe that would help reclaim my focus
Used to be quite capable of the hocus pocus
Back in the day
Not sure if there’s anything new to say
Seems like it’s all been done  
But I’m still gonna get up on the motherfuckin mic and run
Before I succumb
Tired of mumbling cats that sound numb
I’m out of fucks to give 
Only got one life to live
So I’m a take a verse and fashion a shiv
And shove it in the side of society
I will not go into that gentle night quietly
I’ll rise up unsurprisingly
Thundering and rioting 
Lead an uprising that admires me
Til the day that I’m expiring


*Your technique
It’s very strange
It’s a new one
Is that so?
You really think you're good?*


I’m joking of course. 
Not doing this because a situation forced my hand. 
But damn man the radio is bland, so in a way it did, fam.
And I’ve been a fan since the third grade, and I gotta say, 
It was a good day so thanks O’shea.
Every time I rock a mic it seems to resonate
So think it’s about time I let this art elevate 
Take the next step 
Record, perfect 
And disseminate 
Haters gonna hate
So no point worrying what they do
You can’t please all the people all the time, it’s true
Lord knows I’ve spent way too long trying to
Nothing to do but to pursue what’s right for you.

Bored and Broke

Black Sheep

Basic Bitches

prod. TDJ
addl. prod. LOHM

From the B ep, out now:
https://tonedeafjeff.bandcamp.com/album/the-b-ep

[LYRICS]
I burn so many bridges 
I could count em to go to sleep instead of sheep
But I never run out 
And so I'm counting to infinity 
Too many bitches burned me 
And so now I'm roaming scott free
Shouldn't have left me off the leash 
So don't expect me to keep the peace 
I'm burning bridges and every troll underneath
When I stroll through your streets
You no longer get a piece of me 
You can't eat at me 
You're just gnashing teeth at something you can't be 
Quite the complex you’ve built of insecurity
I built a fort of solitude sure no one has heard of me
Burning weeds 
stoned off my ass like that one book everyone says they read 
But they don’t
they only overlook the leeches
Forgetting their practice what they preaches
Burning bridges 
That's the least of my needs
I'm knee deep in the trees
Defeating enemies when necessary
with verbal incendiaries
Never no strap to carry
Too concerned I’d yearn for the hari-kari
And If you’ve got an axe let’s bury it
Bury that hatchet because 
I don’t think I want to pack  it
Or the glowing coal of poor impulse control to match it
Otherwise, I think I’m gonna use it to cut this rope bridge
Never mean to bail, but sometimes a situation seems so hopeless
But I got some new luggage out of it - scope this

Burning Bridges

prod. S-Class
addl. prod. LOHM

[LYRICS]

Til I’m dead
Gotta get this bread
Gotta find a way to get up out of the red
Gotta get these thoughts up out of my head
before I wind up dead
Gotta find a way stack those chips
Gotta find a way to strike it rich
Got to find my purpose like a truffle pig
Before the Gravedigger comes along and digs my ditch
Hoping for a crumb of that American pie
Here’s a bite - hope you don’t choke and die
It’s all smoke and lies
But I see through the hokey disguise
Of your cloaking device
A nice surprise would be 
If I didn’t have to ask twice for you to pass those extra fries

Your technique -
It's very strange
It's a new one 
Is that so?
You really think you're good?

We looting this gluten
We gonna obtain that grain
We gonna finagle this bagel
You probably think I’m insane
But I’ll take one with everything
And one plain

Bread

addl. prod. LOHM

[LYRICS]
I don't drive a car
I'm too lazy to walk
My bike got stolen probably hocked
so why do I balk at the thought 
of public transportation
At the bus station
People exchange salutations
Everyone eagerly racing to go to the next stop
I board the bus with a quick hop
I'm off to the magical land of mall to shop
Hurray for capitalism!
country music gives me an aneurism beyond compare
there's no fare so I take my seat
looking around me I can't help but see
America's problems with obesity 
the fragrant aromas of sweat and pee
It's like a David Lynch movie
Not really, I'm just kidding
but looking at these people drooling as they're sitting
I can't help but get the impression
most of them have been on a bus of smaller dimensions
Now you can taste the tension as everyone is forced to wait for the wheelchair invention
And now I'm clenching my teeth
because the kids behind me don't know how to be discreet
talking about weed
here's a twenty from my money do the deed

Whatever you must do
Try to avoid the bus fumes (x2)

No radio, no cokes
no food, no smokes
Goddamn slowpokes
Will we move before I croak?
I guess we might not ever find out, folks
Why is my seat soaked?
Why is my cheek poked?
Why is this hood rat talking about how many inches she can deep throat?
I keep notes like cheat codes.
To each their own I mean
but you could please not wipe your Cheetos on my jeans?

Whatever you must do
Try to avoid the bus fumes (x2)

Tone Deaf Jeff

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