root your laces in stubborn tree trunk faith
summerwine teenage kisses till we free them, wait
we’d carved our names a jagged yelp till someone came
after months of rawboned panic decided im the one to blame
it’s gotta be a numbers game 
cuz you ascended and im ass up in a fucking lake
mucking rake, a silence like tinnitus just a stomachache 
from chewing rough hewn sidewalk till you dissolved away
sucked out the sky like a hologram, a hollow cave…

…of ribs and sinew stars are trackmarks that just lost their way
we’re rigid and platonic mottled moonbeams on our face
we give it like we got it brackish waters but my back is straight
half the faith of agnostics but I promise what I got is saved
honest babe, sky pinpoint charcoal outline disappearance 
plastisicine bauble of light fades into the distance 
it’s a prism it’s a prison, just a piston barring kissed lips
of velveteen sunset it’s a-driftin you’re indifferent
catechism apotheosis not religious but you got me holy ghostin
holy smokes names carved in trees like roanoakes 
backstroke through amnesia we’re rowing boats 
going broke, loves a drug we hit it till we overdosed

palms upended on a balmy summer night
fickle fucking skyline horizon ride it like your on a bike
karmas got us by the collar and its hard as rock
paradise where plateau masqueraded as a parking lot
you’re my x mark the spot where you left, wooden rot
standing in the doorway crying but you coulda knocked
the minutiae of the minutemen 
set the music tell me where and when
driftwood skin, trawling for exoskeletons 
cheeks flushed cherry red breath held it in
flyer than a seagull or a pelican I guess you said its relative
saw Chekhov in the central park no gun to spark appendages 
appendix is the definite, no epilogue cuz we getting on 
getting getting on, old is when the wind blows and you spin around


mdsmmer knights

September

Lyrics:

You say “Hey! It’s the colors you wear”/
I’m like “Mayday!” ‘Cuz I’m so fucking scared/
Trying to save face, like run and embarrassed/
With a crook in my neck, is it love, is it marriage?/
I can’t even walk straight, you’re my police line/
Every night you’re out late, like, “I need time”/
Fucking rewind, you wanted me back.../
Worry ‘bout my pipe, when you hit me in the kneecap/
Girl….

Eyes blacker than a redact, askin her for feedback/
Gauzy gravel, white noise, keep at it/
I was a fucking god, you got me insecure/
Relapsing in IKEA, buying ‘His & Her’s’/
Towelettes, miss choking out a bitch like Claudette/
Yes, it’s about sex, bowed legs, brown freckles/
He comes around when she does it/ 
Ground trembles, now, now devil/
You’re in my back pocket, like a fish hook/
Trying to get on the T.V. and be like: “Bitch, look”/
Let me tell you ‘bout abandonment issues/ (got em)
Paralyzing radio silence loud as like six nukes/
I’m like a cornered animal.../ (I am)
Fuck NAFTA, more like borderline irrational/ (it is)
Wouldn’t trade it for the world, not another one/ (nope)
Usain Bolt, bitch: colors run/

Don’t get drunk, don’t get distracted.../
Guess we’re just bad kids, do love The Black Lips/
Been a bizarre ride, just Phipe and a fat lip/
Still passing me by the farside of baggage/
Like I’m running, running, running, running/
Dissolving in debt, in my bed, like “come in”/
Don’t believe in soulmates, but our freckles match/
Showed up on my doorstep just to welcome back/

And it’s dumb right, watch me wither in the sunlight/ (I’m melting)
Fittest glove like, living like a drum strike/
Heart in constant, life’s a streets and my heart’s on crossing/
Heart on throbbing, gosh darn Mom ‘n Dad are watching/
Parade marching, never get stuck in the margins/
Luck of the draw is... Fucking retarded/
Gonna withdraw, then buck up and charge in/
You’ve got barbed eyes, I’ve got a hard smile/
That’s a far cry from tepid bar dive hookups/
Look up! See the sky got shook up/
Dormant like a doormat, (skinnel?) never took up/
Got used to your gaze, coursing lethal/
No stolen glances, I grand-larson-kneed you in the stomach/
You steam uninterrupted, and when you walked away/
I finally realized what love is/ (yooo)

Colours

Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/christhatmixer

frenchy french french french


I’m tryna do it tryna be the this rhyming druid 
Mollys so passé I’m tryna make designer music 
And call me Emma cus I’m kinda clueless, why I do it
I’m accruing all these blueprints for the finest tunes it’s
Loony frankly, come up tryna have your booty’s babies
Who could blame me, kinda screwy like the Lusitania 
Fuzzy piece of history im tryna rearrange it
No it ain’t a mystery she’s bawling like les miz 
I’m balling like its 06, yeah its fair I’m lazing 
Rendezvous liaison, grunting like we’re cave men
and baby, in her eyes she tryna murder me
she’s curvy like the fleur de lis, I mean currently
Arc de triomphe, flirting on the champs elysees 
Drinking on the beach with some sticky ganja leaf
Gone is me, fuck the wind im the sin lions den
I am in, tryna be the richer of the giant dicks, iron man

Catch me riding dirty in the bright and early
Ima grind until i'm filthy rich by like the time I’m 30
Rhymes are wily whirling dervishes ima hurl these words n shit
Tom Bergeron burning up get hit in the nuts like he deserves n shit
I’m merging right into traffic im murking your demographic 
Choking down Percocet while im waiting in the rafters 
And I’m wading through the rapture, other rappers are cadavers
So skedaddle you’re an adult who do you think you take after 
Some say Asher some say Aesop, mackle-more say gay, stop 
They get tackled after the play stop, motherfuckers like wait up
Ill wake up fuck your wake up then ask how much your cup weigh
After you fill it, after a tough day, son you’re greasy like pomade
So look at what my palms made, im the psalm that smmtn smtns be sunning bout
When they run they mouth, you’re the fat the cooks cut around 
Bugging out, in a grave that’s what they mean by underground 
Hunnid thou, hunnid hunnid thou, 
In a Hyundai screaming numbers really fuckin loud
Rough and proud rabble rousers wrangle cattle after hours
Passed around like traveling trousers, sisterhood
Don’t dumb it down, I’m mister good, maintain
The mountain peeps be coming round, mainstream 
Yea we gonna drown, guzzling wishes from the fountain
It’s a fucking route you’re not even on the map
I be spitting dumb punchlines knowing ya’ll will come back


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