It seemed like they had a good time
Out there bobbing they head to my rhymes 
I see ‘em all mouthing every line
It’s no wonder I get hate mail

I’ve always been a hopeful kid
Knew there was more so I ate cid
Saw the words come right out the pen
Gave some to the dog, ain’t been the same since

I can’t tell if y’all like what I spit
I’m unconventional, don’t fit in
With no flow like Gibbs , no lisp like Biz
But I can play some music

My name don’t start with a lil
I can’t talk about my time in jail
It don’t feel right spitting out a tall tale
All I know is how it feels to go swimming

To jump in the ocean
To take a big toke and
Hit the field catch the frisbee and throw it

I’ll never have time for the lazy ass bullshit 
No Netflix and chill I gotta finish my mission

I write more lines than a speed sniffing poet 
I got more rhymes than a mimes gotta show it
I make more points then the plane of Cartesian 
I drop more dimes then a minter who is seizing 

I write more lines then a cop eats donuts
I make more shit up then a cop for his quota
And I got more rhymes then Pharma’s got greed 
But there ain’t nothing as much as Pharma’s hates weed .. geeze 

My brain keeps writing this music
I think up a verse and link it to the chorus
No silent film man I wanna score it
No black and white man that shit boring

I’m thinking out loud star bound from a small town
Throwing out lines, up my throat threw to my mouth
Out to the dope crowd , all of em seeing sound 
And I hope they can see how I’m doing it cause it’s fun

And I’m young 
And if I had it my way 
I’d have every kid with talent have their moment of fame 
Or get paid, or get laid, shit it’s all in the same when you ain’t got it 
So you’ll get it then you’ll throw it away

So I took a little trip down to Nashville
Music city filled with bitty’s out of Asheville
Already mined the gems in Carolina
You wrote your little song now you hope that they sign ya

You got your nice shoes and your clothes that you’re wearing
You’re always online, writing posts, keep sharing
But then you feel sad, and the worlds got you mad
Well you outta know the thief of joy is comparison 

Aaaachhhoooo
I just sneezed out the bullshit 
I gotta remind myself to listen

Beat by Max Smith Audio

Creative Kid

What the fuck is wrong with me
I can’t seem to shake this anxiety
You know I don’t wanna do shit, I'm so fucking aimless 
I tried to break it down for my mother fuckin therapist

But I don't know what to call it, maybe quarter life crisis?

Yikes, I got no motivation
Wake up in the morning wish my bed was a spaceship
Blast off to no fucking worries
Drank a cup of coffee first thing in the morning

Just needed something cause weed ain’t working
Always thought it would
Now nothings certain
Coffee for the apathy it puts me on track
But I went to far, had an anxiety attack

Think I need to switch to decaf 
Can’t stop rolling, feeling weak in my knee caps
I got more than I know what to do with
But I’m not going back to that spell of disinterest

Don’t wanna be depressed
No time in my life to be stressed
These texts and calls keep coming in
But I ain’t doing shit, I ain’t answering

I don’t have the drive for a response
Just want a big ol' plate and fucking eat a lot
I been burying all my troubles in the ice cream 
Man I might have to change my name to Big Chunky 

You know his name, you know his rhymes, please welcome Big Chunky to the stage!

I asked for a cake on the rider 
Pre heat the oven and throw in some sliders 
I don’t care if I get any wider
Man I need my fucking food like a pyro needs a fire

I’m all caught up in desire
My brain keeps spinning like good year tire
I don’t know if I should send it or retire
Man I got more questions then a brand new hire

I just wanna sleep all day
My drive dun got up drove away
Took my keys and my car and my guitar with it
Now my joy and my dreams and my love all missing

So thought I might take a trip
I put some boomers in a pb&j and dipped
I got boots on the trail and I got to thinking
Man I should be happy that my heart’s still beating

I should be happy I’m alive
I need to be present in my mind
Quit thinking bout the end of the line
Man you’ll get to it all in your own damn time

But I gotta get it all in
I can’t take my time, if not now then when
I just need a little push and direction
Send me ideas, I’m taking suggestions 

I’m over here raising my hands cuz I have all these questions

Send me some pills I’m feeling congested
Send me your ballots I’m rigging elections
I just bought a salad with five different dressings
So send me your wallets , that shit was expensive

I thought Virginia was for lovers , someone outta tell Reston
I came with my braids and my band and I almost left arrested
It was hectic

Big guard, big gun, you know I found the exit
I won’t be messing with a dude with a weapon
Found the right car and I hopped in 
Now I got a motor on my tongue , and you know I can’t stop it

One hell of weekend
That’s where I belong, like a hunter in their tree stand 
So now you can see man
Fuck your circumstances, it’s all what you’re making it

Don’t feel sorry for yourself that’s some woe is me weak shit
You gotta find some motivation, greet the day and seize it

Beat by Max Smith Audio

Quarter-life-crisis

Got the house empty
They all out working
Getting thru times that are
Tighter then a tourniquet

They left me all alone
Thinking, rhyming and typing into my phone

Now I’m all lonely
There goes everybody
Wonder if they’ll think of me

I think ‘when they coming back?’
All the shoes gone, empty coat rack

Ed’s out inking
Joey’s out flipping
Erin’s out grilling , her office is the kitchen

Table five needs their fries, tale ten just ordered two, so that’s five orders ALL DAY!

House full of artists
bohemian hearts and
More strive to succeed then Steve Jobs did

We’re gonna change the world Stevie. This shit’s better then the TV

Should I stay writing
I think that’s the right thing
No sense surprising my homies while their grinding

But I miss y’all
This night’s been so long

I guess I got spoiled 
Like the kings and the royals
Had my crew so loyal and
Like nutrients in soil

These people will grow ya 
Always showing each other 

The hot new color, the brand new number
Shut the windows in the Winter and they open in the Summer

4 seasons living, all our shit’s utilitarian 
Talking to 0 - 100. We got swim suits we got mittens

Just an appetite for living 
Till our bellies get to grumbling
So I went and gone fishing
For some dinner was my mission

I dug a hole I found a worm 
Fetched him, cleaned off all the dirt 
Put that bastard on a hook and
Man I hope it didn’t hurt

I didn’t have this empathy until I did drugs
Go and do em' watch and see I bet you’ll give your best hug
Didn’t know the recipe for honest, pure love
Didn’t know that ecstasy could turn hi to WHAT’S UP  

We got a house full of artists
Bohemian hearts & more strive to succeed then Mr. Musk did

The whole crew’s invited 
To the rocket launch site and
Then we get to meet the pilot
And on his way he screamed fuck it 

Now he’s his on his way to floating islands
G force, he can’t open either eye lid
Hot tub, he stayed in so long he’s impotent 
You know he told us he always wanted himself some kids

So he wrote his name and number on a napkin
And one day when he gets back
We’ll have him on the podcast

Ask him bout the moon
Ask him bout the stars 
Ask him bout the air
Ask him about Mars

So what does everything look like, you see any new colors? Hear any new sounds?

Ask him bout their water
Ask him bout their trees
Ask him what he saw
Is there Planet B ?

Well it’s a complex world up there, words can’t describe it, I’ll have to show you, y’all down?  

And look who’s home
Look who’s come back around
I wrote rhymes
And the held the mother fucking fort down

All this writing baby
All this plotting 
All gassed up
I do some thinking then some jotting 
All these beats I fill with all these lines 
All these things that take up all my time

Beat by Max Smith Audio

House full of Artists

Relax, kick back, turn up the track
I’m saying yes to everything, my schedule is packed
Don’t wanna miss out, I’m so driven now
I’m up off the couch, I’m on a new route 
I’m doing as much shit as time will allow
I’m tryna get it in before it’s lights out 

I’m not here long, I’m tryna write songs, I chewed off her thong, I bought a new dog, got that bottle off the shelf, let him name himself. Poured us both a drink, learned some Tai Chi 

I got my nose broke, now I can’t try coke 
The world sees my scheming, the world fucking knows 
I probably would’ve croaked, I’m shouting out the globe 
I’m tryna get it all in before i have to go

I’m waving to my neighbors, I’m hugging all my haters 
I wrote 4 page fan letter to Darth Vader
I’m thinking about Ye, the rhymes that he slays
There’s a playa ballin, he’s using all his days

Every night’s different, some full life living
Life’s about experiences, so let’s get naked
I wanna try it all , put on your favorite song
Give me that permission to lick it until it’s raw

Yeah I got a job but I ain’t married to it 
Once I clock out I forget what I was doing
It’s just for some money
When my boss texts me a question 
Man I don’t even respond, bitch I ain’t fucking clocked in 

I’m rocking, how come everybody don’t really care about checking all the boxes?
They just go to work, come home, repeat, it’s toxic!
I wanna see the streets then climb some trees 
get it all in say yes to everything 

I’m paying for the person in the drive thru behind me 
I’m on public transit riding 
Then a private yacht to an island
I eat a Michelin meal with some clients 
Then I fast all week there ain’t nothing inside me
No one can define me , try it 

I’m like Post Malone I drink daily 
I’m like Karl Malone I be mailing 
I’m Moses Malone I’m rebounding 

Bring on the challenges, I ain’t hiding
They see me strutting 
They see that I’m a yes man 
They see that I been vibing 
And I go where my feet are pointing

I got some mail that’s marked 'important'
I found a knife to slit it open
I’ve been Summoned

I got jury duty
I didn’t get snooty 
It’s my first time ever
Man I got there early

So I talked to the judge
And she let me bang the gavel 
Then she said that’s enough
I was banging for an hour

Beats and Recording by Max Smith Audio

Yes to Everything

Forget it, I’ll do it
Don’t sweat it, I got it
I always did it for you and now I’m done
Once everything around ya’s different 
Then you’ll see what you are missing

I went and sent it darling
I never laughed so hard and
I learned It’s All A Joke and restarted
But then you broke my heart

I heard him say 'you only live once'
I always knew that I was destined
For a long life of adventure

I ate acid the day before Christmas
Suddenly I didn’t care about my wish list 
The next morning when I saw all the new shit
My heart said we oughta give it to the homeless

I learned right there that greed ain’t fun
If I could pay for all the children
Then there’d be no bellies grumbling 

Forget it, I’ll do it
Fuck it! I’m leaving
I’ve slowly grown to learn what I’m worth
But I got your CD at the store
And learned you wrote your songs for me

Beats and Recording by Max Smith Audio

Forget It

What did Mac Miller say? 
Self care on Sunday ?
Well I need a whole month
I don’t give a fuck 
Got on a plane today

Walked right past TSA
With pockets full of MDMA 
But I made it to the cockpit 
Gave it to the pilot so he’d stay awake

Nothing quite like writing on a jet plane
My seat belt fastened in case of impact 
and my carry on stowed away

But then I hear my name, pilot’s done and gone insane
They need a new flyer, and I’m a good driver so I step up to the plate 

How’s a car different then a plane? 
Imma make sure we all get there safe 
Imma make sure we all transportate
You know Wings or wheels It’s all the same

So I go and set flight on the big runway 
And I plug my phone in and I crank some Maze 
Then I find the flight attendant and I fuck out her brains 
I touch the wheels down and I call it a day 

I joined the mile high club flying over Cincinnati  
We ran a train on a plane my co-pilot wants to tag team

Man you fucking nasty
Everybody knows Skypper is trashy

Someone wake me cause I just can’t believe all this shit
I saw some comedy then I met Tony Hinchcliffe 
It was surprising to me he took such an interest 
He saw my braids and my pin and my mustache

Man I was tickled to death
He asked me for my name and I said “I’m Ben” 
He asked me what I did “I’m a musician” 
And he nods his head and I begin to grin
Cause he writes the jokes like I write the licks 
Yeah we both got drive and we’re determined
And we live in the club, riders and green rooms
all the above, and a big crowd, fuck zoom

Man I went to this show last night and the place was bumpin. I see this light up above out the corner of my eye, and I’m watching and it’s getting brighter and the ceiling was moving.. man they were tearing the roof off the sucka 

They tore the roof off, like a can of sardines
They call ‘em P-Funk, and they played Aquaboogie 
The seats were top notch, and still the tickets were cheap
It ain’t no yacht rock, fuck the chop I’m hitting the streets

I got some good friends, we like to play our songs
Singing Mac Miller’s ‘Best Day Ever’
wonder what is was ?

He put on Parliament 
And he loved it
He was just a kid
Kicking incredibly dope shit 

Beats and recording Max Smith Audio

P-Mac

Brains fried, so high, I think I outta roll five
Pass one to a blind guy
and sneak a smoke to Mr. Wo, he’ll probably choke but you know I’ll try
It’s his first day in the usa, came all the way from Shanghai

And then ill face the other three fat ones
I can’t waste it man I’m picking up the bread crumbs
I can’t stand it when I wanna toke but have none
I needed money so I sold my dad’s shotgun

But then we had a scary home invasion 
The guy said, give it all or you’re dead, this raid funds my vacation
Then my dad yelled, Skypper get the gun
He didn’t know I made a deal, that he a stoner for a son

So I had to blew my sneaky smoke in the perpetrators face
I slowed him down, I baked him up, I made that mother fucker think

And now my dad saw me disarm, saw me do something, watched me do what I could, you know I do what I can
Now he sees the magic of the wonder plant, and insisted we have it if trouble comes again

So we turned our basement into a growery
And the neighbors smell the marijuana leaves
Now the warden thinks he’s catching on to me
But I found a need in the community

Cause Don’t he see if it’s the land of the free
Ill be free to be, and we can smoke the weed
Its not only me, just hear out the streets
These laws are older than Adam and Eve
(snake!)
Brains fried, so high, my tongue and mouth and throat are dry
Woops I ran through a stop sign. but I got that tesla, round’ them corners; shitty weather
Heard my song while I was shifting, turned it up and now we’re drifting

No handle on the door
Mud mat on the floor
Fresh hot model wax
I polished out the eye sore

Got it off the sales floor
At less then what they priced it for 
I asked about a discount
And directions back to Baltimore

New era 8 on the field it’s official
Primetime Jet blowing by like Elon’s missile 
Pre game toke, getting baked before the kickoff
An ounce for each score? you the man coach Harbaugh!

Eating all the eddies on the flight home from the victory
Got women all around, they don’t wanna talk they just wanna look at me
They know I’m fucking tired got my head against the window 
While their pretty nails primping and pumping the joints with Indica

It’s smoke time
Never gonna know if there’s a next time
Never think I’m ever gonna give a fuck and give in, I know who I am, I know what that is, it’s all fucking bullshit. 

It’s all a joke and you know it. These laws continue to make no sense. A guy can’t puff and be decent? Well I’ll prove it. 
Look, I’m racking up, all these fellow lovers on my journey
We strapping up, not unlike a loony on a gurney

We packing up bowls of paradise
I’m rolling up spliffs like I roll the dice
We’re soaking up love that the herb provides
We’re sporting our cards, were certified

Now our brains fried, were so high, I’d kinda like that vodka sprite, see how it’s now, almost night time? my favorite weather now I bring it all together, add a ravens win and man I’m manic. swear it can’t get better

Got a hundred yards of green
football field filled full of weed
Halftime show’s a fan favorite clip from JRE
Use this hemp I clipped and cleaned
Make them purple jerseys
We got Poe, we at the bank, and we on that Lombardi

Hundred Yards Of Green

We get to go swimming
You and me just chilling
You got your towel
I wanna be it
When you get out the ocean

I wanna rub your thighs
Then I briefly cover your eyes
As you dry your hair
Take me everywhere
Honey take your time

You’re a goddess baby that’s it
Swishing sand with hands round your hips
Got your legs laid out
And that tongue in your mouth 
says my name when I touch your tits

We made our way to the Sun belt
She keeps taking pictures with her tongue out
She wanna stop and hear all the bums out
Chilling till the suns down, back to the hotel, and now she wanna fuck

Kept the whole place up, sex screams so loud
(Babies just like me, no boundaries)
Got the concierge call, now they kicking us out

They had a problem with the noise
I said she can come up and join
I didn’t get no response but heard her feet come running and a feverish knock

We turned our party to a three way
I keep on eating like a buffet 
They wanna get kinky with the toothpaste
Each grabbed one leg 
and tied me to the bed frame 

These two hunnies got me cross eyed
Must’ve ate a plate of Spanish Gold Fly
Two sisters and a white guy
We call that an Oreo cookie

Can’t believe this is all real life
We fucked around and shit and then we got high
Got a burger and a small fry
To cap off our LA nookie 

Rolling out at 8am. Just you and I with no real plans. You lay back and start thinking, say ‘what bout ol San Fran?’ in some funny accent. You keep it up you’re walking. She knows that I’m joking and on & on we laughing. And in the middle of our driving up northern I feel excited when I see my baby stretch and her thong comes up out from hiding and my dick just made a mission to get into that vagina wanna rent it out to live in don’t need another co-signer 

She so freaky it’s like Sci-fi
Wanna ride her like a super slip n slide
Got my bunny right by my side
My brown eyed, yay high, ebony

She can’t seem to find her hair tie 
Must’ve left it somewhere back in Anaheim
Don’t worry babe we alright
Cause we got so god damn lucky

California Dreaming

Oh you know I’m hungry
I got no wife but I got a family
We all found each other in the alley
No blood bond but a true understanding
Man we.. share and love , here we go I.e

I’ll pre heat the oven
Put shrimp in a pot now they bubbling
Tony outside picking fresh onions
Turn the tunes up, our version of a luncheon
Had the greens drained now we want ‘em in our stomach
Catch a buzz pre chow, catch us all guzzling
Now to pass out the napkins

We’re gonna break bread
Six guys, six girls, head count.. twelve heads!
Trip to the store, buy a carton.. now we all get an egg 
prepared a dozen different ways. We all listened to our brains 
we didn’t care what the people say. We all pooled our money and saved.
 
Couldn’t find a chill house so we built our own place.
Thought we had to grow up, now we glowing in the face.
So stoked on a life of dance, the whole worlds dressing up but now we’re pulling off our pants. 

It’s raining. Go rinse off while the pastas straining. 
brush that flavor on the wild caught salmon. 
Pinch of cumin and a dash of Cajun. 
I can smell Lorenzo baking. I can smell the sweet marination. 

I just got a stain on my apron, drying out the grease from the bacon. Go grab the beer from the basement. I found the wishbone just to break it .. and I wished, that there’s no more hatred. 

Dominator culture came and fucked it up. They said it wouldn’t ever work but look at us. We made a partnership paradise, and man we doing alright, we got more role models than a bums got lice 

I’ve been looking up to you
You’ve been looking up to me
Tyler Lindsay Dalvin and Gigi

There used to be a whole crew, to form you
Now there’s only two
Your mom and your dad 
Nothing wrong with that
But we used to run around like we’re dogs and we’re cats
Like our leash is unlatched. you my cousin or my dad?  got a big ass family - no room to get sad. No room to dominate with the presence of the Other. 
Squishing big bad egos making every man your brother. 

I’ve been looking up to you
You’ve been looking up to me
Kyle Kara Brandon and Kiwi

I’ve been looking up to you
You’ve been looking up to me
Erin Jackson Sanquan and Evie

Andy Marlo Marcus and Charlie 

Matthew Marcy Kendrick and Imani
 
Patrick Marquise Denise and Willie 

The show ain’t over
It’s time to revert
We’re better than this
Man haven’t you heard
We’re bringing it back
To the ancient tribe
Just enter your name
do it right this time