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Anything
00:55
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2. |
Everything
04:26
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stare through the sun as it sets
negative vision the lights disconnect
peel all the scabs from my neck
unravel my skin til there's none of it left
crawl from the depths
re-coalesce out of emptiness
stars spinning round my head
collapse into dust watch its life come to end
stars spinning in my head
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3. |
Like Honey
03:46
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say it you know it's getting late
faded outside since yesterday
spaceships been watching time dilate
can't make it we made it
count up my money
shawty thick like honey
smoking on some funny
mellow like honey
four roses like a honeybee
on the scene so suddenly
grow this label up from seed
i bet you wish you was me
fireflies fireflies watch them flicker in your eyes
sunset to sunrise waste away the whole night
take off your disguise
nothing left to hide
maybe i'll take off mine
two truths and a lie
(headlights grow until they pass)
people passing by
living other lives
looking out you and i
on the other side
(one way mirror looking glass)
one way to get by
cotton mouth and mind
disparate paths align
riding til we die
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4. |
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double m on your block and we’re not even there
posted up in the cracks which you aren't aware
marxmane iraq & ricky a modelo affair
hidden in plain sight but we’re not even there
double m everywhere
new day fresh start summer morning and it's hot
gonna stroll down the street again to our secret spot
homie pulls up what's up sup's up
mix the cardi in a nalgene with some tea no cups
treads make the sodden earth ooze it's been a deluge
feet stuck like glue working out the mud in our shoes
booze cruise and the tide’s going out
stay on shore you're not allowed
yeah they thought it was a drought
in the future there's no doubt
not for us to care about
cause for now the only goal is to get messed up as we can
mix and match pick your poisons til our heads begin to spin
this rotting bench is perfect cause what better place to do it in
than the forest where we forage natural herbal medicine
blowing skunk cabbage found some mushrooms
colors shifting in my eyes mind is in full bloom
floral air perfume mixed with acrid swamp fumes
all that we can consume make these lazy days more thrilling
pop a legume i'm with marxmane out here chilling
with my bros we might loiter
sipping mud not no porter
pints of quag i'm a hoarder
i feel like hulk i'm a roider
staying strapped kevin porter
i'm a wizard like otto porter
money in waves that's the order
orange bottles i'm a 30 sorter
i should have a sponsor from ultra thins
black and mild absolve my sins
super frank way i stack these wins
balling like n'golo kanté for 90 mins
eating beans straight out the tin
i was in st joe spam was what i knew back then
tell me what you know about quarter inches
i feel like me and the rock have the same finish
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5. |
Catalpa
01:39
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6. |
These Are Fall Colors
05:18
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that doesn't sound like a train that's a car
i think someone out there knows where we are
behind a bush bend the branches apart
see a black and white vehicle approach from afar
and that's our cue
run like it's all you know how to do
only eighteen and it's gonna end soon
stalemate til late nightfall that’s great flashlight
fires a beam it pierces past us
losing energy go faster but it
it drains away
a dreary holiday nobody’s out today
a chance to finally pay my respects to this place
there goes another train their faces warp through the dust kicked up
it hasn't rained in a while
twenty four and i don't think i've changed
but over here it's barely recognizable
the way the bog has dried
the trees are shriveled up inside
the creek alive but just a trickle
running to its painful slow demise
dip my hand in one last time and it
grow lamp working overtime above the two
succulents in the corner being subject to
starvation diet only light no liquid food
running on the timer echoing around this room
bottle on the desk is mine it's not meant for you
twenty six years in the name of solitude
they'll be fine after all they're from the desert too
hardly any trace of withered color left in view it
four lightbulbs cast shadows
directionless arrows
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7. |
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if i ever saw you
would your voice still sound the same
as the voice that's been ingrained in my head
that destroys me every day undead and uneasy
i can't keep being this way but your spirit's got me seasick
star crossed and anemic
off course adrift and bleeding
let's pretend it's alright
miss the good nights
where we'd drink in the harsh light
wonder why we had that fight
i need insight on what's still in my life
peace comes from inside
but all i do is cry
think about what's left to try
but my heart is empty
you should go and end me
you got a life that i envy
after i tore it all to shreds
i need someone to hold my head
cause i wish i was dead
who has me now except the worms in the ground
maggots pick me clean
rotting in my dreams
six feet underneath no one bothers me
if i never saw you (we wouldn't be this)
if i never caught a glimpse (i'm so defeated)
if i never stepped off this ship (it was my mistake)
if i never felt your lips (you're all that i crave)
if i could get a grip (feelings drowned out)
if i take just one more sip (i'm so gone now)
then this life will be over with
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8. |
Polytrichum
02:51
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9. |
Ictodes
01:38
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10. |
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one more sip famous last words
asleep or dead nothing hurts
nothing at all who said that
there's voices directed at me
coming out from behind that screen
awake unafraid inside i'm dreaming
sleep paralysis of demons
it's exactly as it seems
on the other side of consciousness
i take a risk
double down on all my farthest reaches
so it balances
paradox sleep walking contradiction
inconsistency
see what you did to me
on the other side of decadence
i'd board and sit
in the early clutch of morning
on another trip down where everyone was going
til the day they quit
toss and turn around cause either way i look at it
i still don't fit
on the other side of dampness
i'm desiccated
in the mouth a desert
desolate
heart pounding like a runaway freight locomotive
could have foretold this
four lightbulbs cast shadows
directionless arrows
they don't show where they go
only know with eyes closed
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11. |
Sink or Swim
02:56
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swimming or sinking it needs time to sink in
don't know what you're thinking so i guess i'll keep whoa
i'm one in a million cause i don't really feel them
modelo my real kin we just keep on killing it
i can't feel my face
i can't deal the way i chase how i feel
in this place nothing's real
now erase it from my mind
can't retrace these tangled lines
think about it all the time
think about you all the time
think about you when i wind down to sleep
draw the blinds from the heat of the sun
make sure i'm the only one
when the day has just begun
curled up deaf and dumb and done
nother hour's come and gone
and my face still feeling numb
damn
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12. |
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in the
blur of the afternoon
i float down seventh avenue
then turn to look up back at you
i'm a creep
and i don't belong here
so i buy me a tall beer
and contemplate my
entire existence
is this really living
i don't know but i wish
that there was more give and take
yet ignore what a faker i am
slosh to platform ten
i feel so
i don't know how i feel
til the sensation reveals
itself the moment the wheels
lurch into the abyss
of full-body sickness
yellowing vision
fades to black and then it
clicks into place
sweat rolls down my face
and my arms
by some saving grace
there's no harm
but cause for alarm
catalpa
take it away no i didn't ask ya
grains with hops and i drown in the cancer
sun goes down i don't know where i'm at son
when the drink hits your mouth you'll swear it's the answer
catalpa
all these roots gon thrive
and these roots gon die
when we circle the sun again
once again
we survive
everything grows far weaker this time
look it dead in the face
and it cries
why does it try every year
we're downing the beers
we gave up
no one cares what it is
die for the sake of convenience
sake of a matter
don't expect any ladder
when we take our steps in stone
twelve on the dot
at the edge of the lot
and i'm roaming these parks alone
on my mind
i cross my heart
hope to die
when this drink
comes alive
that it empties
and it dries
that it empties
with its lies
we survive
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13. |
Hydrate or Die
06:10
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maybe i'm all wet
but this town's too dry
cruise around to get
something to excite
another endless day
another fleeting night
one won't be enough
ten will be just right
pull up to the store
waiting in the line
bag has been secured
waiting at the light
slip in through the door
staying out of sight
won't happen anymore
it happens every night
walking down the stairs
made it there alright
crack release of air
trying to keep quiet
something makes a sound
sudden sense of fright
shuffle them around
sad attempt to hide it
quick gulp it down
stuff the corpse inside
the burial ground
its effect arrives
dizzy in a drowse
thirsty and tired
senses shutting down
hydrate or die
maybe i'm all wet
but this town's too dry
it still hasn't rained in a while
summers scorching and winters mild
record temperatures unrivaled
blistered skin the ultraviolet
index slowly creeping higher
devastating wildfires
set to break the water cycle
vegetative growth is stifled
lush green foliage turned a vile
shade of gray caught in a crisis
of our fragile only climate
to end this eight year drought is vital
devolution turning primal
dark clouds tease on the horizon
begging to the heavens
hydrate or die
how can it be raining outside
when it's been pouring inside
every night to imbibe
every week to deprive
every year amplifies
every molecule strives
reaching up to the sky
in this fight to survive
but what light can't deny
til you bite the hand that feeds you
til the hand comes back to greet you
with a fist compact to beat you to a pulp
into the ground
drowned in the brown of the dirt where you're found
look around now they're all down too
what else can you do
pour a little more out if that's the kinda thing that'll console you
when it's out the bottle
you know you can't bother
to give it a thought
cause you sure won't undo that
the only way back
is to pass it along to somebody who lacks
so go out to the tracks
in the blackest of black
nights are taking you back
it's a lot to unpack
let your conscience relax
and your ego collapse
and watch as it flows and seeps into the cracks
catalpa
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14. |
Petrichor
01:10
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15. |
In the Wake of It All
03:33
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standing in this puddle gazing at my feet
flashes of some past life trickle back to me
yellow raincoats rubber boots splashing laughing in the street
playing on a saturday instead of catching up on sleep
the underpass has flooded
guess we can't go in tomorrow
let it shower down upon us getting clean
(crawl from the depths)
these still are winter colors
but it needs time to recover
til the springtime blooms another canopy
(re-coalesce out of emptiness)
and even though i may have lost you
at least i have myself
there'll be no one else
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16. |
Snowdrops
02:40
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Modelo Money
Modelo Money.
Money Modelo.
Iraq Stacks.
Marxmane.
Redskalli.
Ricky Dennis Jr.
Paintscratcher.
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