Rough Mix but wanted to put out this song I wrote a year ago in a tumultuous time of my life; one that preceded, and one that proceeded that. Thanks for listening!
Credit
Slauson Malone- The Wake (intrumental / Sample)
Lyrics & Vocals- Tan
Mix & Drums - Tan

Lyrics:
Time lapses every Monday, eyes low like a sensai, Passin out every night till my minds tellin me mayday. Still, this my hay day imaaa
Rhyme right till my mind right
Swaps between my planner and schemes I got later...Pick yourself up Tanner
You're Lookin dapper with that new ink, bleeding into my clothes- after I watch the wash sink- I can’t blink 
Till I unwravel my zinc imbalance, peaked my malice, treat me fast before my wings collapse I feel my rings and accolades still attached, I feel my
Wounds unwrapped, feeling well, untapped, 
spring forward at my foreword its quite uninspired and bleak, frankly I’m frayed and tired and beat, laying motionless, oblique I think this my peak, papa looking down on me, what a treat to see me exclusively where he wanted to be, I know it, I’ve owned it since 2017!
Tell me what you see in me!
Fastidious when splitting trees, sippin wine without lees, indubitably leisurely yet still missin my niece 
got me thinking about fka reeves- tell me how you remember me?
Not quite what you thought me to be 
What a shame- take a lap and I’ll gentrify  in 10 days whoaa 
I got a few of these focal tendencies, dip outta consciousness when I see fit, power trip my way through a 5th,
 I see no consequence I’m on my tribe shit 
Crossin lines by 29, not dotting my eyes just dashing my t’s, 
no earl grey though, just my surname, till I get an ounce of fame yeah,

Hope I got fore my own dog
Whoa hope I go fore my own dog
Whoa know what they done for me, dog 
Know what I’ve done to me, 
wrong 
I’ve been in solice since fall, put all my crises in song 
now this my wake! like a pheonix up out of the lake! 
Adjacent to my, uh, lack of patience, keep my face painted cause my subconscious faded and my ego fainted
Grab me by my underarms, take me to the synagogue, drag my legs through the depths of the bog, cast my body on a log palette, see your intentions savage- Cast me through this passage, the damage is done this is my wake!

The Wake!

Lyrics-
Boogie boarding this wave since I was 15!
Motherfuckers betta run and grab your sunscreen
Bringing tha, (ya know), from mount etna to hades 
Cancun to Beijing 
Yo, the point being 
Earhart with the heat boy!
Dante with the heat boy! 
Paramount with my tree storage!
Avarice with my spliffs, typical, when I hit, that head splits, bitch take a lap round my couldasac, catch a whiff, 
Back to my cavern, living lavish, fistful of backwoods, back to my pattern
Like rorshach, my brain’s a cornucopia of ‘have nots’, tax offers, a lack of ad blocks, peace offerings, acquiring rad socks and some coffins, yeah 
I, been
Waiting daily on that inspiration from Faces, contemplating a way to just look away 
But talib Kwali gave me a reason to stay and MOS DEF I’ve got the cabbage in my cabinets, flip the Telly to peanut butter falcon, giving god my announcement, I can’t wait to visit Malcolm 
Yeah
I’ve been living way too secular
I’ve Been your biggest fan since we dropped a tape in December, yo 
Walking through my mental had me re up on Valium, had that feeling in my bones like calcium; 
oh you got the troops? Well, Rally em, then!
Truthfully lifestyles like Pinkman
Let’s link and do an ounce of them trees man
Superfluous when I’m rollin up
Catch me playing catch up for the rest of my life!
Push it out my mind,
Straighten my tie, lying how a serpent lies, closing up my bar it smells like turpentine
Swear all these bitches actin like concubines, why? I’m just 
Pouring up another wine
poully fuisse’s not enough to keep poolin pussy off my mind, no 
Wish I kept addiction out my mothers side
Well then Just tell me who am I?
God, I love my dog 
God, I love my moms
God, I love my baby, she’s sick of pick me ups at all
God knows I love them all but 
Trust me, everyone’s coming with me when I fall
Uck
It’s Sinatra under street lamps,
Wrote that stanza, I’m sleek man, 
My mantra, I don’t need that 
I live day to day, 
You don’t see that, 
I pave my own way, 
toes in gravel I’m planting my roots, I ain’t thought back to that now my legs black with soot,
Look, 
Pouilly fuisse and pussy be the priority 
So Keep your rookies and send some authorities to keep on swarmin, recording me, fuck your GED, you deadbeat 
The boys been
flowin when you said I couldn’t
Made it out that night in bookin’
I didn’t even have no books, man
Guess that’s how the hogs will do it
Beat myself up for a couple mooonths
A ain’t even phased, I ain’t even fuss
Kept your photo in my wallet in case we didn’t touch
A year later I got her pussy standing up and pouilly fuse all up in my cup,
What the fuck is up?




Instrumental loop from 
Chris crack - coochie nectar

Pouilly-Fuissé&Pussy

10.21 Demo track 
Instrumental ‘Paris’ by Maple Syrup
Lyrics Tanner Blake

The Bends

Hopeful Blues

Eyes look like Douglas', got my mama's nose & cheeks like pops
Wonder if he even knows what I got
I'm one cheeky bastard
Wonder if he even knows what I got
Glaring thru plexyglass, perplexing how I got here, I crashed
But you didn't steer me wrong, did you?
Dew on my eyelids, tired, looking for my right kiss
Glimpses of my passion dying, heavy sighs, tethered mind, yeah
Missed opportunities for goodbyes, yeah
Love my brotha, love my dog, yeah
Hope hes doing better, I should pick up & call, yeah
Always pick myself up just to fall, yeah
Find me right here
Waiting for New Years, cheers to that motherfuckers
Playing hooky with my psyche, hooking scaley bitches in, thats a pipe dream
Oh yeah, Sipping Amarone till the morning tryna forget about attorneys at my doorway
Skip the foreplay, im about to get fucked, wassup

I got so much on my damn mind 
Glass tables & port wine on my bed side
Layin waste to my best side, such an old guise
that old guy, told me keep my head high
I got that right, that's for damn sure
Tic - for - tac every time you run this shit back
Lackadaisical rapper with his daily dose of relapse 
Track meets to liquor stores, same damn thing I did the night before last
Tell me what you see in me,
a heavy chest filled with vacancy
'Woe-is-me' loves company
my shadow shudders on rainy days,
an empty face a saving grace i know you can relate to me, ya hatin me
Tell me what you see in me
Reciprocate a smile, mind's belly up down the Nile
Sedulous attempts of going that extra mile
Bills piled, yet still wild with the rhyme style
Right on time with the shits
liable to split sums & count up the checks
Bought 2 pair of sweatpants and I'm set
Still stressed up to my neck
talk about feeling blessed
Face in my palms, psychic, cinsault on the side & Mary J Blige is gestalt
scratching the surface of these vices, Oh my kid
Sly cooper with the mask on, 
smooth like saffron how I slide in the coupe with black star on
Bumping Mac, I'm in the star room 
Gone Baby gone, don't be too long
Gripping grappa on the stoop
Spontaneously aloof to whats comprising a driving feeling for me to jump off of this roof
Dont catch me
This my debut, my voice diesel fuel & 150 proof, you O'douls, a slow burn
When I'm laughing blasting wrappers in the rafters, whatcha ask for?
I'm your favorite rapper!

Jazz Dogs Pts 1 & 2

Demos & Tracks Worked on Between 2018-2019

Time's Yours (Demo)

Wonderin'....

Reflection

Dimly Lit (Feat. Keegan Golding)

Anchored (Feat. Keegan Golding)

Alive for a Week EP: https://soundcloud.com/keegan-golding/sets/alive-for-a-week-ep-1