TRAVIS

Flowers In The Window-Travis Cover

Advanced Myth

Chroma

WHERETHEMONEYGROWS.

WESTON.

Light Again

Light Again [Prod. Take A Daytrip]

The some entitled patient is an rnb hiphop song about being patient for someone you want and being patient in making your move

PATIENT feat The Maskali

Boy I Dont Need You (demo)

VERSE 1
Skip to my lou, lit splif for two
Since you and me, always be me and you
We joined at hip hop, peas in an ipod
Grown ass kids drop a hundred at the thrift shop, swag

Hop in the whip, girl vin vin vin
Nah they ain’t chrome, that’s rin tin tin
But yo, I keep em clean tho, and no I don’t get d-bo’d
Trying to find the one, can a nigga get a free throw

The beat goes bump, as the heat goes up
We smoke blunts S-P-D, so what?
I been so high, come in for a landing
Just touched down, got me end zone dancing…

I been so handsome, cuz I been slow dancing
With the devil, and my pencil’s never been so savvy 
My pen so magic, my bent soul have it
I’ve been so at it even the addicts won’t have it

CHORUS
Please don’t bang on the window pane, we ain’t playin’ in the city of rain
It’s okay that legal strange, got me playin’ in a video game
The beat goes bang on the window pane, when we playin’ in the city of rain
Feelin okay that legal strange, it’s like my brain’s in a video game

VERSE 2
Half black, but that’s not the principle, 
they multiply the lies, try and divide the individual, 
the government’s a loaded gun handled by a criminal, 
he’s a - dope boy cuz home boy was too difficult, 

medicinal envision though a world for these kids to grow, 
envision though a home for the kids to go, listen though
envision oppositions all positions I can list ‘em though
Then I gather all my niggas on a mission I’ll enlist ‘em yo

I’d gather all my brothers and my sisters, they’re in prison though
A victim of the system, sure do miss ‘em, should have written,though
Either that or in a funeral, they scatter when they shootin’ loc
When they rat-atat-atat-atated, I just sat up in the studio

I just wanted to be a super hero, and solve the world’s problems
But black men can’t be batmen, so fuck him and robin
I try to show old white folks, skin color ain’t the problem
But the media, tells them different
So fuck it, I’ll just rob ‘em…

CHORUS
Please don’t bang on the window pane, we ain’t playin’ in the city of rain
It’s okay that legal strange, got me playin’ in a video game
The beat goes bang on the window pane, when we playin’ in the city of rain
Feelin okay that legal strange, it’s like my brain’s in a video game

HOOK

VERSE 3
Can a nigga get a free throw, a beat though, for free though
I get it on the cheap, I get my weed rolled in Chico
So keep it on the d-low, didn’t get that shit from me ho
Keep it from the popo creeper peekin’ through the fuckin peep hole

Hide under the steeple, evil’s creepin on the speaker
We won’t leave the streets until my people are equal
Snitch said, Mitch caught a body ‘bout a week ago…
Dumb shit, I’d rather party ‘til the speakers blow…

CHORUS 2x
Please don’t bang on the window pane, we ain’t playin’ in the city of rain
It’s okay that legal strange, got me playin’ in a video game
The beat goes bang on the window pane, when we playin’ in the city of rain
Feelin okay that legal strange, it’s like my brain’s in a video game


City Of Rain

Where imma stand

Just a cute little random thing I made while learning how to use my new keyboard and Ableton Live.  I'm going to use it as a "reminder" sound effect.

Reminder tone 1

She said she likes the way I rap
Said it sounded acrobatical
But where your drums at
So I told the ‘they’re mechanical’
A box full of sounds, I hit a button it goes boom
Then I turn up the speakers until the neighbors hear the tune
I get the whole block listenin
All the children whistlin
And she still thinks I’m Lyin like football in Michigan
She Still thinks I’m lyin’ like Tupac, lives again
still thinks I’m lyin’ like my ex-girl is just a friend

I need a double-Margarita bath-salts around the rim
I wanna light a firecracker, puff it, pass it to a friend
With class about to end let let the summertime begin
I’m that seven who ate the nine, and you’re a nine outta ten ooh

In June we spoon, good sex in July
July turns into August, which then turns to goodbye
September wraps it up like sweats around a boner
Just to hide the fun we had when the sun was in our corner…
Oh Winona, we was Rydin’ like some robbers in the west
Wyatt Erp John Henry Holliday up on a quest
In a pretty little city ,simply tossed to the left
With an S on my hat yup and an S on my chest

Hey And can I get an application
Girl, my resume is thick
I know you’re tired of masturbation
And I’ve been known to be a dick
I’ve been known to hit a lick
and I’ve been known to flip a brick
ya I’ve been known to split a swisher up and fill it just as quick

So Feel me feel me, hear me fear me I’m a fuckin’ lunatic
On one shoulder is a boulder on the other is a chip
On one hip is the burner on the other is the clip
And If this song isn’t a hit then imma bang it like a crip 

If this life is a song then Imma sing it till it skips
Have em screaming for an encore til there’s no breath in my lips
Music is my savior and I treat it like my kids
there’s just no bone in my body that I won’t break for this shit

I operate close to the edge
My mind is made so is my bed
I try to evade Popos and the Feds
my eyes they squint closed from the meds

OxyContin straight Molly poppin
Got my molly woppin to an early coffin
Been  forsaken blunts with Satan
No vacation ‘til I’m dead uhh!

We don’t dance, we just    wobble wobble wobble wobble
With Both hands just wobble wobble    wobble wobble wobble
Little model from Seattle sip the bottle hit the throttle
Spitters are quitters just gargle    wobble wobble wobble wobble
We don’t dance we just    wobble wobble wobble wobble
With both hands, just    wobble wobble wobble wobble
like a cookie from Japan, I hold my fortune in my hand
I’m from Seattle where the Ichiro Bobbleheads go    wobble, wobble, wobble

Run for shelter, helter skelter
I go Manson I go Hitler
Not quite Hitler
But me and Lucifer
Smoke two joints and bang his sister

I’m a human I’m an artist
I’m a genius gone retarded
inbetween two beliefs 
I fuckin’ Darwin in eve’s garden

I’m what he said I’m what she said
I’m the rookie I’m the foreman
I’m the anchor I’m the closer
And Imma finish what we started

I’m a winner I’m a loser
I’m a beggar and a choser 
I’mma pill-poppin animal a smoker, and a boozer

I’m a lover I’m a hater
A destroyer a creator
I’mma make it to the top then I’mma drop the elevator

The one thing that I am not is what you want me to be
Cuz this sour rotten apple didn’t fall from a tree

It fell from space bitch
So Face it, and hold still for your face-lift
Seattle is the station
The space needle is a spaceship…
Ignorance is sickness, hip-hop the medication
You wanna be an alien but that won’t stop the racists

I got my city my back, the other MCs couldn’t make it
Jumping on the track, then stumbling over basics
Timing is everything making sense is not
Rhyming with melody like Drake haha

So I blast off I smash off
In a jet-packed out nascar
That’s a fast car by NASA
Prove it, google it! Asshole

My flow is prophethetical 
I’m making up words and letting em go
I’m getting’ absurd and letting em know
That I’m Picking up birds and letting it snow

I got racks on racks on racks, my Cadillac is black on black
And I’m packin’ a mac in the back of the ‘lac, that’s fact on fact on fact
She’s stacked on stacked on stacked, she’s pullin ass on ass on ass
She don’t dance, but the booty in her pants it looks like wax on wax on glass



Reminder tone 1

Travis Spomer

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