1. |
Hello There
03:31
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Verse 1:
It’s been a long time
Since my life belonged to this pen
I don't remember when we last spoke
How long has it been
It’s been a long ride
I let my brain drift across the page I let my fangs drip
It’s been a strange trip moms is on the couch
Pops is in the basement telling me what freebase meant
It’s been a long time since the pace was set
Aint even have hair on my face yet
Learning I don’t ever have to brake sweat to get a paycheck
Sure enough fell in love first chance I had to taste it yup
Verse 2:
They told me Tom don’t you do that
In high school pops taught me to move packs
Ya’ll need to stop
No
I’m not gonna move back
Thomas was built to last I already proved that
Life flies by too fast oof
This could all be gone like poof want proof?
Look at Proof point your guns up at the roof
Salute pour out that hundred proof
We can let the breeze shoot
Out on the stoop passing trees discussing ways to increase loot
Chicks are like he’s cute and she’s such a bitch
Won’t stop till I’m rich I’m gonna keep busting nuts
Ya’ll gonna keep sucking dick
I’m to sick
Verse 3:
Hey how you doing?
It’s really nice to see you, how’s life?
A little unbelievable I’m still living illegal
My diesel keeps people walking round like Resident Evil
Spit needles flow lethal no equal
One life one love no sequel
The boys gone beyond retrieval
I’ll get medieval spit it inconceivable
Like the beats a canvas sitting on an easel
And paint a picture for your peep hole
Were breezing threw what ever is feasible
Untraceable Mister Irresistible
12 an o isn’t unreasonable up north
Tommy Knottz is fever
I’ll make you a believer still
Verse 4:
It’s been a long time
Since I started writing these rhymes
It’s been a lotta long lines
Long months on the road long blunts to the dome
Gas punched I'm coming home
Long conversations on the phone awkward silence as I feel alone
Put this beat together so my brain would have a place to go that’s free to roam
And when it’s ready to rest its feet and zone
Kick'em up on the drums and feed it poems
It’s been a long time since I sold trees to hicks and hippies
First the hand scale then the digi
Got stuck in the sticks then I moved to the city
Fucked a few pretty chicks on some nitty gritty shit
The ill witty chill willy pizzle filled Phillie
Kid feel me
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2. |
As Time Goes On
04:44
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Verse 1:
I realize I love her more
Close my eyes ideas poor
It’s all roses and war
Don’t know why I couldn’t see thru her
Don’t know why I took a detour
Baby you can be sure there’s nothing I would ever leave for
Life’s a seesaw that’s what I consume tree’s for
Eat raw shit work modern entrepreneur rhyme connoisseur
As time moves along you start to see who’s truer
Most of these newer emcees are manure
Lex Leuger thinking bout my next maneuver
I touch beats like Mr. Kreuger
Baby I don’t ever wonna lose ya
Hope death comes later than sooner
Most of us become abusers coke meth dope and boomers
Beer swilling boozers’ hooty hooters fruity loopers
Used to be hoopers now they ballers and they run from state troopers
Chorus:
If you got some time I got some rhymes I’d like share with you
I’ll show you mine you show me yours and we’ll compare a few
If you got some time I got some rhymes I’d like share with you
I’ll show you mine you show me yours and we’ll compare a few
Verse 2:
Remember when we rolled in the Land Cruiser?
Bobby Knight still coached the Hoosiers
Watching reruns of Mr. Cooper
Watching the riots in a stooper
Imagining the rush running threw those looters
Sharp shooter on the court or glued to the computer
Mixtapes were my tooters I started rocking smoother
Im the one all the hicks hate calling me a loser
None of these chicks want to date
I couldn’t wait to see her face suck like a hoover
5’oclock and Kahlua wasnt long till I grew up
Small pond big kahuna big dick
Now all these chicks wonna be a rumor
Guess I was just a late bloomer huh?
Chorus:
If you got some time I got some rhymes I’d like share with you
I’ll show you mine you show me yours and we’ll compare a few
If you got some time I got some rhymes I’d like share with you
I’ll show you mine you show me yours and we’ll compare a few
Verse 3:
Towers fall another hero dies
I seen more gangster shit than Deniros’ eyes
There were times we lived our lives
Like we just won the Powerball
No son I just moved a pound of powder though
Words become so powerful true leaders rise
I keep getting weirder
I see through your disguise
I don’t wonna hear your lies
Relationships dematerialize
Sometimes it takes a second try
For you to realize the real size of what you feel inside
Time flies my minds on the prize
What you want Knottz
Phat beats for my rhymes
My heart bleeds to provide
Something more real to supply
No smoke no injections
Yet you still feel the high
Sometimes I think I’m dreaming
I flow to show you the cube I’m gleaming
Don’t wake me if you hear me screaming
When I’m sleeping I’m just weaning out the demons
Chorus:
If you got some time I got some rhymes I’d like share with you
I’ll show you mine you show me yours and we’ll compare a few
If you got some time I got some rhymes I’d like share with you
I’ll show you mine you show me yours and we’ll compare a few
Verse 4:
Cleaning out my thoughts sweeping out the dust
I don’t know what it was keeping us in touch
Always gave you what I could even if it wasn’t much
I can’t stop you’re my drink I’m such a lush
Music is the canvas the pen is my brush
I think I gotta crush
Watch these hip-hoppers get all up in your guts
I hit you like a head butt
I know you think that your ahead but
You’re not an emcee cuz you dress in the latest trends punks
Ooh yeah I been nuts step stepping in my dunks
I crept in with a six pack of Bud and a sick stash of buds
When I spit you get whip lash like you just crashed a truck
Chorus:
If you got some time I got some rhymes I’d like share with you
I’ll show you mine you show me yours and we’ll compare a few
If you got some time I got some rhymes I’d like share with you
I’ll show you mine you show me yours and we’ll compare a few
Verse 5:
Soon as I make my entrance you catch the essence
Sketch a sentence with a vengeance
The quest is precious
Found out Karli was pregnant and I wasn’t one bit hesitant
Came back quick to claim Maine as my residence
Ladies and gentleman start your engines
I’m in my element
Hearts so tremendous love so extensive
Pain was prerequisite to wrecking it
Effortless spit
This is some intense shit
Selective like Statik eclectic emphatic
My taste is Expensive like addicts habits
Infectious
I’ve come a long way from that room in the attic
I’m out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
I’m out for dead fucking presidents
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3. |
Dirty Money
02:32
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Verse 1:
I told myself I would never grow old
It’s been such a long stroll
It’s got such a strong smell
This Dutch is such a long L
This is such a dark ale
I know I never went to Yale
But at least I never went to jail
I mite of went to get the yayo
In the rental in the rain
No tall tales
In your state
On the inner state
In your kitchen
Sorry dinners late
On your plate
What sinners ate
In they nose
They cooking it and smoking
If it aint in they nose
Pretty bitches sniffing painting they toes
And they aint in they clothes
If it aint on the stove
Its already sold so...
Chorus:
Come on come on
Let’s get it on now
Come on come on
Let’s get it on now
Come on come on
Let’s get it on now
Come on Come on
Let’s get it on
Verse 2:
Handy in the pantry
Pancakes flapjacks
Syrup cream
You’re a dream
Running down slopes
Like were in Europe skiing
Slaloming you’re a queen
Plant a prince in her belly
She always tells me
You’re obscene
Terminal
You’re the closest thing to the cure I’ve seen
Plenty throw it all away threw a rolled up twenty
Dirty money dirty money running threw the laundry
Just one more move then I’ll go under the palm trees
No sound just a childs laughter
Waves moving and a calm breeze
Dirty money dirty money running threw the laundry
Just one more move then I’ll go under the palm trees
No sound just a childs laughter
Waves moving and a calm breeze
Chorus:
Come on come on
Let’s get it on now
Come on come on
Let’s get it on now
Come on come on
Let’s get it on now
Come on Come on
Let’s get it on
Verse 3:
Lets get it get it don’t stop persevere
Lose the lames dames
Change lanes grab your purse and veer
They don’t search us
So no matter the urge
I got something you can purchase
So many clowns
It’s looking like a circus here
Are you watching closely?
We in the DJ booth toasting or on a wall posting
So if you seen something bright lean
It’s most likely me with the Breitling
I don’t wear tight jeans
But I always keep my Air Nikes clean
I can show you what all night means
She don’t listen to rap
But that don’t mean that she don’t like Beans
Or drinking champagne
It’s gonna be a shame
When I don’t know your name
In the morning waking up like hey…
Lets get it on Lets get it on
Chorus:
Come on come on
Let’s get it on now
Come on come on
Let’s get it on now
Come on come on
Let’s get it on now
Come on Come on
Let’s get it on
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4. |
Waiting For This Cloud
04:23
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Chorus x1:
Waiting for this cloud to pick me up
Got a date at nine and I cant wait to bust a nut
The pendulums swinging back now that was just a rut
Watch me reconstruct her strut until we self destruct
Verse 1:
We all gotta go it’s just how we go that makes it so interesting
So when I go I hope it’s so interesting you always keep an interest in it
So vicious creeping eight inches in it slow
People near me know how deep my theories grow
As soon as they here me clear my throat
Eehhhum, Eehhhum,
Here me clear my throat?
That means here we go so cheerio
Imperial flow bury the heat and carry the beat
Carefully to and fro
People that care for me scared for me
Apparently the world aint prepared for T
Bare with me as I carelessly put vapors in the air as therapy
There’d be a lot less haters if ya’ll didn’t always have to stare at me
Stare at me I cant blame ya’ll look at the clarity
Take a good look I spit a good hook
Mom said I should take good look in the good book
How did such a good kid grow into such a good crook?
Chorus x 2:
Waiting for this cloud to pick me up
Got a date at nine and I cant wait to bust a nut
The pendulums swinging back now that was just a rut
Watch me reconstruct her strut until we self destruct
Verse 2:
She gotta perky set of tits
I’m searching for a Percocet to get a fix
She makes me feel so high I see pink elephants
I guess were best friends with benefits
She’s so fly
She listens to my problems and she don’t lie
Sometimes you find out your best friends are Benedicts
There’s been a whole lot of fondling
You can get your ass kicked with a 40 ounce bottle in it
Full throttle with it
Life is boggling always got us out of what I got us in
Stopped asking God why I gotta sin
What the fuck happened to Jonathan?
I like ketamine, cocaine, and klonopin
So I hope you got a lot of it if you got a bit
Take one hit then you gotta shit
Come on I gotta spit squeezing it on like this magnums gotta fit
It’s boom boom flip, bam bam, then I gotta split
The blunt gut it fill it roll it
Then I gotta lick, the Phillie cuz it’s gotta stick
In your ear like you gotta tick
A lot of ya’ll been acting bitch like you gotta clit
Chorus x 1:
Waiting for this cloud to pick me up
Got a date at nine and I cant wait to bust a nut
The pendulums swinging back now that was just a rut
Watch me reconstruct her strut until we self destruct
Verse 3:
I'm sinking in the couch
I hear you speaking but your not moving your mouth
You think you know
But you have not one inkling
I’m walking on the ceiling and this room is shrinking
The lamp won’t stop speaking and the pillows won’t stop blinking
Washed the blood from my hands now I’m trying to get the sink clean
The moon is big the stars are bright her eyes are twinkling
My life's a circus something like Ringling
I keep moving and mingling
Running all over New England
Like my whole life's a weekend and
I aint even close to peaking yet
Trying to reach as close to God as we can get
Without taking that final breath
Chorus x 2:
Waiting for this cloud to pick me up
Got a date at nine and I cant wait to bust a nut
The pendulums swinging back now that was just a rut
Watch me reconstruct her strut until we self destruct
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5. |
Drift Away
02:03
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Twisting something heavy bass knocking steady
Let the flame fly then I just
Drift away
Let the beat cruise ya’ll seem to be confused
By the things I say on the mic
When I
Drift away
To another place
And forget this hare and tortoise race
I look at her face then I
Drift away
Take another hit
Holding it in
Till my lungs folded in
Then I let it go and
Drift away
Spliffs of dro
Cherry glowing
Throw words to the wind
Watch it blow then I
Drift away
I am so amused by these drugs I am so abused
I am showing you what I’m going threw
Come and knock on my door
I’ll be waiting for you
It’s a quarter past four
You want me to cuff you two
So you can
Drift away
Look out the window and enjoy the view
Double double foil and trouble
Watch it bubble and
Drift away
Life’s a good bitch I’m loving it
No rubber and I’m cumming it
Put it in her mouth and
Drift away
Relax her head is in my lap
Cinemax HD
Blunt lit one lick makes me
Drift away
Crazy eyes so glazy
You’re so tasty
Hold my hand so we can
Drift away
If it’s just for the weekend
I’ll sneak in all her better parts
Wrap you in my arms and let our hearts
Drift away
Combine and in time maybe you will find
That I will do just fine
Say your mine so we can ride in
Drift away
To the sunset
I do not feel one threat
Are you having fun yet?
Puff puff pass and
Drift away
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6. |
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Verse 1:
It's all trains automobiles and plains
Untamed this is how I feel revealed in flames
The road to glory has been paved in pain
By good old boys that behaved insane
Say my name now please keep praying
No more excuses no more delaying
My cd's playing so that means I've came
I'm gonna be right here best believe I'm staying
Blunts bitches and beer gee-wiz life's amazing
Dropping off my kids with your wiz at the Days Inn
Beat the pussy up but the ass I came in
Guess that means they left the same way as they came in
Chorus:
Go Go Go Go Go Go
Verse 2:
Ooh yah momma I'm on a whole nother level
Let me know if you wonna
Chill with the devil by the pale moon light
Either my dicks to big or every pussys to tight
I'll be in it all night if I assume right
To the right then left
Let me put something white right on your chest
That’s how your breast should look
You know that I’m a chef so you know that I’m a good cook
Write recipes then I put’m in a cook book
3 parts lava mixed with a good hook
Shook not stirred my life is on the rocks
True to my word froze to my socks
Flew with the birds from the burbs to the blocks
From the stick to the docks
I’m a saint to your boom box
Chorus:
Go Go Go Go Go Go
Verse 3:
No introduction best flow no discussion
So disgusting no ducking from the Po no flushing
Getting dough on the low reconstructing nothing into something
No bluffing chopping and cutting non stopping its flooding
Touching six into a dozen dirty riding
Who does it like I does it cousin I does it soul buzzing
Smoking blunts and guzzling life’s so puzzling
Julian left so sudden that it got me wondering
Why the good die young but I’m still hustling trafficking and running it
Even though the pressures like a ton of bricks
I must admit living illegitimate is fun as shit
Even with Gods punishment I learned not to run from it
I cheated I lied clutched my side
They pulled my kidney out my side
I just kept crushing beats and fucking
In the sheets in the streets I’m a beast
Chorus:
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go
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7. |
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Chorus:
I put my hand in yours
You put your hand in mine
Let me know if I’m the man you had in mind
Verse 1:
I put my hand in yours
You put your hand in mine
Let me know if I’m the man you had in mind
She never had a badder kind
Anaconda kind of hitting like a Atom bomb
I don’t finish till the last inning
Papelbon
A whole lot of haters
Thought that I could never last this long
It’s been a good run
I mean a really really good one
Mom says I used to be a good son
Crank it up
Chorus:
I put my hand in yours
You put your hand in mine
Let me know if I’m the man you had in mind
Verse 2:
Listen good son
You can bag it up
Just don’t get bagged and stuffed
In those flashing lights lights
Dragged in cuffs
Where you gonna find a job that pays this much
With such good hours
But you don’t got benefits
Plus the pension sucks
Pay attention did I mention trust
Means nothing to these two faced schmucks
All it takes is once and they’ll be taping you for months
Chorus:
I put my hand in yours
You put your hand in mine
Let me know if I’m the man you had in mind
Verse 3:
I put my hand in yours
You put your hand in mine
If you wonna hate you can stand in line
Who could assume I would hop out the womb
And land in crime
You don’t understand that’s fine
The windows are down and I can feel the shine
From the sun and I’m so high from this blunt
Chris Angel wouldn’t try this stunt
I would never try to front
When I rhyme I don’t make up shit
Chorus:
I put my hand in yours
You put your hand in mine
Let me know if I’m the man you had in mind
Verse 4:
She says she can’t live with out me
Like Boston can’t live with out Southey
But we can’t live with out money
And I can’t live with out her
Plus our little buddy needs food in his tummy
He’s cutting new teeth and his nose is runny
I keep him in that LO so
They’ll never say his clothes are funny
He makes my soul sunny on the cloudiest day
His chin looks like he stole it from me
Or at least that’s what some people say
Some people say that I’m a dummy
That’s okay I got two kids
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8. |
Check It Out
02:20
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Verse 1:
I spit insane crap
But they’re still not playing it on Maines Rap
Used to sleep on Smiths couch
Now Flophouse can’t find a place for me to crash
Everybody’s caught up in a race to see the cash
Charge too much for beats act as hard as they can
Then they kiss each others ass with a pat on the back
Like this shit is heat dog and these other cats are whack
We keep it dougie dressed in black with two C’s on my cap
Blaze that good shit so there’s no seeds on my lap
Been a disease in the lab since way back
With the Polo and the Chaps a rhino on my hat
The Truth on my back
A hundred pack of beans in my Timberland jeans
With big stacks of cream
Hennessy dreams champagne troubles backwoods schemes
Triple beams and digis too much fumes I think I’m getting dizzy
Grab the mic tonight I’m getting busy
Kettle with a little bit of Redbull makes it fizzy
I’m good in the sticks or in the city
Chicks are all the same
They’re sticking out there titties before I know there name
I aint even kinking game I just came to drink and get shitty
Get shitty!
Verse 2:
Check it out respect my style invest in pounds infest your town
I stretch it out the best around the rest are clowns
I’m fresher now
The tech is out the dresser when I bless the sound
I press the pen up in your mouth and let it fester
You don’t need to get a vest you need to get some dentures
Got more rides than Great adventure
In your sector with the scepter Megatron deceptive
Defective child my momma should have used a contraceptive
I never rest or smile I got expensive taste
I seduce the snare then I caress the bass
She got Medusas stare and an angels face
Moving at a dangerous pace
Deranged and courageous
Words are contagious when arranged on to pages
My spine tingles my mind races
Never to have run never tie my laces
Better wrap your shit up cuz you never know where aids lives
Better strap your shit up stick up kids get paid quick
Most rappers don’t say shit
Everybody wants to get rich now
I’ll slap the shit out you like I was Chris Brown
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9. |
Turn The Volume Up
03:59
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Chorus:
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
Verse 1:
Throw you hands and jump
You now in tune to the sound
With a king this fitteds my crown
When I spit it bow you can get it blow
Forget it how we getting wild
Look who’s having my child
Life is crazy wild they say he got a crazy style
Ya’ll seeing how I laid this down?
It’s time to stop being lazy now
Hold your head up proud
Turn this shit up loud
When I spit it owww I can get it out
We gotta get, get, get on down
Chorus:
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
And shine
Verse 2:
Let the beat ride your spine
And reach into your mind
It will find where you tried to hide
That piece of you that died in side
Open your eyes wide and ride
Everything is gonna be alright
If we gonna party it’s gonna be all night
Pass the pipe hope you’re not afraid of heights
It’s never too late to catch this flight
The reflections bright when the white catches the light just right
Fuck the dumb shit I’d rather just write
And master it like the beats a bike
I peddle past them a bastard when I blasting
An assassin on the mic
Feel the passion when I write
Chorus x2:
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
Verse 3:
Let the girls go down and lick the popsicle
Her lips are tropical
She loves that ice cream cone
We get our freak on right around corner
Somebody call the coroner the beats a goner
We need more lime for this Corona
I’m on one
Bitches wondering what my cologne was guessing
I told her it’s a strong buzz
And even though we didn’t get along much
We took some time to undress and have a long touch
Then it’s back to the beers
Throw your Pabst in the air
Cheers
Pull up a chair while I capture your ears
Fracture your fears and pen a chapter with your tears
Relaxing in the laughter with the kick and the snare
The rebel revolution on a state wide tear
Yeah
Chorus:
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out and play
Verse 4:
I’m leaving on an airplane
I don’t know if I’ll be back again
There’s no such thing as an accident
Back in Illinois they asking where my accent went
It only comes out when I’m waxing it
Get the laxatives these emcees aint saying shit
Bunch of adlibs and adjectives
I get agitated quick but I stick to the wall
Listening to the mix
Bunch of chicks in the hall
Fixing they hair
Making cell calls
College kids in the kitchen playing beer pong
I probably won’t be staying here long
Baby why don’t we go somewhere we can be alone and
Chorus:
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
Turn the volume up
Let the windows down
Let the skin come out
Let the system bump
Let the wheels go round
Let the sun come out
Turn the volume up!
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10. |
Look At You
03:26
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Verse 1:
I saw myself whither away
In that town by the river where the winters are grey
I shivered all day in my Hobbit hole
Up in the sky as Matthew used to say
He said I love you why can’t you stay and play
I looked my little brothers face
I love you too but I have a better day to chase
This is just not my place
I’m looking for a remedy from Maine to Yosemite
Trying to retrace a memory that could never be replaced
So much time we wasted looked at life and we raced it
Pick up the lighter pick up the pace
On a rocket ship made of freebase and lines
Krills spilled on drums, bass, and rhymes
We chilled till the suns rays grazed our eyes
Then descend our ways with brave disguises covering all of gravest demises
Pop bottle bottles became a slaves devices
Flames become priceless names become trivial
When the sunsets so pivotal fun is so pitiful
Your heart rate is critical
You don’t want another bit of ridicule
I don’t want a fucking job
Shatter the mirror cause I don’t wonna look at you
Chorus:
Look at you Look at what I’ve become
Look at you Look at you
Look at what I’ve done
Look at you Look at you
Look how far I’ve come
Look at you Look at me
Verse 2:
Oh my how I’ve grown so many miles from home
So many smiles still I feel alone
Look at the bills I’ve blown listen to the skills I’ve honed
I’m a do this just because ya’ll think I wont
Here’s to you and all the others
The ones I used to call my friends or my lovers
Here’s to you
Here’s to my family all my brothers
The ones that crawled with me thru the gutters
We chewed what they gave us and spit box cutters
Every time a shit box sputters I drift to Pinkham Rd.
Thoughts shift I think I’m gone
Come with and sing a song
Vagabond grab a pen and tag along
Later on I’ll show you how I transform like Megatron
Strapped to my back transporting a megaton
If it doesn’t kill you it will only make you strong
Here’s to every chick that thinks I played her wrong
Here’s to you the kids that on the back of the bus
Here’s to us the kids that never packed a lunch
Just packed a punch and had a knack to flunk class
We gathered at the tracks to blunt pass
Now look at you
Chorus:
Look at you Look at what I’ve become
Look at you Look at you
Look at what I’ve done
Look at you Look at you
Look how far I’ve come
Look at you Look at me
Verse 3:
It always pours when the clouds come
I got my back against the ground son
I’m looking for hope let me know if you found some
I’m looking at rope contemplating bouncing
I’m battling my shadows jousting
If my life came with instructions they would read proceed with caution
From Chicago to Maine down to Boston
Paths of pain crashing patterns of sane
Tossed in a progression of digression you could read and learn a lesson
The compass is spinning I’ve lost the direction
Somehow crossed the connection
I was fucking life good now I lost the erection
Didn’t pay attention lost the affection
Looked deep into the puddle saw the reflection
And every imperfection picked up the pen
And started sketching interventions
Here’s to my resurrection
Chorus:
Look at you Look at what I’ve become
Look at you Look at you
Look at what I’ve done
Look at you Look at you
Look how far I’ve come
Look at you don’t look at me
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11. |
All Bullshit Aside
03:43
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Verse 1:
I set my heart on the table
Took a bite then I spit it right thru the cable
Always kept a stable whenever we was able
Now I got the crib with the cradle
My wife’s looking good my life’s looking stable
I’m staying faithful despite what they saying
I’m not staying I’m not laying down
I’m not playing now why they so hateful
I was born in April showers
And I may just take your flowers
Lay awake and listen to my CD play for hours
Cowards pray for power
They only come here for vacation but this state is ours
If they won’t give it then we’ll take it
From the attic to the basement this is for the grave shift
It’s time to go ape shit way before Wayne I was riding on a spaceship
Vibing with a grape spliff in Maine
Along came a great chick to make babies with
Her soul is radiant I’m talking crazy shit
Or maybe I could see the future
Now every time I look at my son
I can see the future the past and the present
Everyday’s a task and a lesson
Another mess another test and a blessing
Chorus x 2:
All bullshit aside I’m glad I’m alive
If we ever chilled
I hope you had a time as good as I did
And lose your mind and never find it kid
I hope you had a time as good as I did
Shit
Verse 2:
I’ll bring the weed you bring the blunt
Anything you need everything you want
Is all right here all that you love all that you fear
I got your buzz come get your beer come get your drugs
I got something to show you girl come get your hug
Tip your bartender tip your cup we don’t sip we chug and puff hippy stuff
When I was younger I might have tripped too much or didn't trip enough
We smoked leaves dipped in stuff sometimes a little bit of death
Was all it took to escape from the depths of the attic where I slept
In a folder with a pen is where I kept
Paper that I left soaked in tears that I wept
Mixed with a little bit of ink blood and sweat
I hope you never forget the times that we had
The times that were good the times that were bad
Chorus x 2:
All bullshit aside I’m glad I’m alive
If we ever chilled
I hope you had a time as good as I did
And lose your mind and never find it kid
I hope you had a time as good as I did
Shit
Verse 3:
You’re looking for love
You came to get drunk and find it
You came to have fun and leave it behind
But you keep being reminded like a tape being re-winded
Making you wonder where all the fucking time went
You were working on assignments
I was getting work on consignment
Sex drugs and violence
Had to change my environment
I got my shit on track now I’m back in alignment
Chorus x 2:
All bullshit aside I’m glad I’m alive
If we ever chilled
I hope you had a time as good as I did
And lose your mind and never find it kid
I hope you had a time as good as I did
Shit
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