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Better Late Than Never

by Tommy Knottz

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1.
Hello There 03:31
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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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
3.
Dirty Money 02:32
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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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
5.
Drift Away 02:03
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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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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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
8.
Check It Out 02:20
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
9.
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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Look At You 03:26
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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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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Raw. Unmastered. Music that means a lot to me. I spent countless hours writing and recording these songs many years ago. I present them to you now, in there purest form. I have included all of my lyrics to help you decipher the bizarreness of this peak into how my mind once worked.

In loving memory of Corey A. Avery, Aaron M Pinnetti, Shane Ferrante, Julian Norwalk, all of the many friends we have lost along the way as well as my grandmother Lucille Johnson, Patricia and Harold Fallos, and my great Aunt Jean and Uncle Bill. I know they're all smiling down on us.

Special thanks to my amazing wife, Karli, who continues to put up with my eccentricities and my sons who brighten up my days with every smile and laugh.

This is for my friends, fans, and family.

Much love.

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released January 13, 2014

All tracks recorded with Chip Sullivan in Portland and the now defunct Cradle Crab Jaw studio in Saco.

Beats produced by myself, Pore, Boondocks, and Crust and Grimes as indicated on each tracks info.

Big thank you to all of my friends and supporters.

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