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

Down

Beat: Infinity instrumental (XXXTENTACION and Joey Bada$$)

Peroni

Wolf

Heartache

PORTOBELLO

These Days

Medium Rare

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Macadamia

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