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Trouble (feat. Aaamouai)
03:38
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Questions.
A man finds himself in a place where he resembles more than a complexion.
He redefines the idea of leaving this place but the option of survival plays part in the action to make a home. He acknowledges his past, his answers for the future, and they don’t balance. He satisfies his daily assumption but worries when the day ends and the sun turns down. Take these first songs as his confessions. If you can’t see how he forms his reality, just accept it. Rejection now is your own reaction. Manipulating the truth is something I don’t. And I never wanna be a simple man or just another nigga.
May you take a trip down my vision
I’m walking track miles on my nerve synapse
Signed up for pain game on my own decision
Mama I made it out of trouble
Having breakfast with my fellas
Not a dirt on my shovel
I’m a rebel, I’m a die flippin fingers under six feet level
Hell I’ll tell the devil to get off
My back is crooked
I’m feeling my hand is hunted
The weight of my breath is smothering
Catering the evil of lucy
I wonder if I’ll ever make it
Will I survive, will I be embracive?
Creative this native, a land that’s full of stories
But none of them made a second or minute of glory
I live within my right, sitting tight as the story’s unfolding
Hanging up above is a stormy cloud holding
Venom in it’s cold blood, pressure in it’s holster
Messing with my soul, dolled-up and getting bolder
Man I’m in trouble
Drowning to the bottom of the bottle
Looking for the answers in the rubble
Getting really hard for me to hustle
Cos I find that trouble now
Cos I find that
Money is the issue trying to satisfy desire
Hand you a tissue if issue do backfire
Can’t be dived, the cost of living is higher
Cos many deserted their dreams of looking for a buyer
Truth loose I always choose a size bigger
Little nigga look at giant flippin finger
So I figured that my life is on a buggin
Always talkin, many walkin suicidal on the margin
Hand flippin what I’m holding
Fallen facts, the skinny nigga poured his thoughts and past
Past the bats, the rats, cats that stank the last task
The mask, the cast, they act, they fake, they stabbed the back
Man I’m in trouble
Drowning to the bottom of the bottle
Looking for the answers in the rubble
Getting really hard for me to hustle
Could it be a vision wishing I could make the pain go away
On a mission to provide, yet I hide, play it safe
Sit and wait until the storm blows over
Pile up the violence til we get a little closer
Wonder who will blow first
Will it be the man who bottles potions
Or the motion moving slower
Chewing theories til we’re sober
This problem’s got a quota
This light is like a might spike
Strong as it illuminates the right fight
Killing darkness on its way
Cover up my deepest doubts
Just your luck my secret’s out
A trick called freedom feeding purple clouds
As the rain gains, fame fades
Drama died when the same name played
Do I drown in all this deep I’m bleeding now
Trouble and his cousin fear they got me down
If there’s any other way to get around
Let’s keep the love we’ve found
Man I’m in trouble
Drowning to the bottom of the bottle
Mama I made it out of trouble
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2. |
Two Steps
04:21
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I’m trying to be real, I’m fading
I’m trying to be real, I’m failing
Getting hard to see the faces
I’m high I think I’ll be in a spaceship
I’m high now I fucked them notes
I alone just hit that bong
Don’t know why it took me long
Find these words to write this song
Captagon and gabica
With a white girl smelling like lavender
I’m lost in the pussy like scavenger
Can’t be in the open, I’m an animal
It’s logical when a bag of weed means tramadol
Shot to the Henessy means the toilet flow
Someone come and get me I’m feelin it all
I paid all my money honey, man I gotta keep hope
Honey, I can’t let it out
Honey, I paid all my money
Honey, I can’t let it out
Honey, I paid all my money
I paid all my money
Start of a mission I realise
Live in the kitchen, and track on the side
See a vision can’t reach for the sight
Parasite eat the back of my eye
Why you wanna hear me tell you all about my dark life?
Coming in the city you can never last the whole night
Everybody smoke it, feelin just alright
Paid the judge for a sixth month on my own time
In the city niggas looking for ending
Numb your bodies, all the niggas pretending
Smoking heavy as I’m looking for healing
Everytime time they judge me for no fucking reason
Evidently I can never image happy ending
Contemplating ever though so I never comprehend it
Honey, I can’t let it out
Honey, I paid all my money
Honey, I can’t let it out
Honey, I paid all my money
I wasted my life, I pooled my thoughts, I spilled my emotions. This is fucked. Someone please call on my man, take this away from me.
I took such. What I can’t name, I buried it deep inside my secrets. I kept remembering all these people that said they love us when they don’t. Do you remember standing strong as a man but if you take one more sip, you take two steps and you cash in all your receipts on your enemies. But who am I kidding man. You started this. You should start with the fuckin mirror man. Look at it. Clean it cos you can see fuckin clearer man. Why you gotta take so much? Plus you’re drinking with lust. I know your secrets, you’ll drown and your fuckin dirty.
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3. |
Burn Alone Interlude
03:14
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Lately I’ve been living out so restless
Living like I’m waiting on confession
If I don’t know where I go
Let it be, I eat, I know
Let my thoughts just hold you close
Let these words just burn alone
Struggle life of misery commitment
Life of hustling an early beginning
Eating money still my tummy it feel it
I don’t talk a lot but I don’t listen
Adolescence got me learn my lesson
Got me thinking
Hard knock life need attention
Focus much I’m in addiction
No way but time is all I have
Making money got me going places
Different places I don’t wanna go
Change the space around me when I doubt it
Just to feel that time is slow
Lately I’ve been living out so restless
Living like I’m waiting on confession
If I don’t know where I go
Let it be, I eat, I know
Let my thoughts just hold you close
Let these words just burn alone
See I’m tired of holding these words
If I wanna say fuck it, I’ll let it be heard
If I hurt your feelings put your hands to the ceiling
Feel the fire, I admire those who admit they’re liars
Prior goal that I reach to the heavens
If I fall from the top I ain’t selling
This talent is given, I know my limits
Burden this bridges I’ll burn right in it
I know down everything
I know what life could bring
To get you all to sing
With this music I do sing
Smoking, drinking, oh my God I’m restless
Smoking, drinking, all the day I’m fatter
Trying to keep yourself away, I’m reckless
Hanging on the line like a heavy gold necklace
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4. |
Mariam (feat. roTation)
04:56
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Mary won’t you come to me
Grace me with your company
Every time I draw a beat
I swear it feels so comforting
Only takes a second before the soul sees a presence
In your absence all I want to see, start a blessing
Found away from my soul, your smile used to days
Taking over all of my mind, it’s taking ways
Patiently waiting I’m in the misty zone
Optimistic right before the sun is gone
For you darling I will stand a thunderstorm
Fighting urges I’ll be holding all alone
Mary won’t you come to me
Grace me with your company
Every time I draw a beat
I swear it feels so comforting
Mary won’t you come to me
Grace me with your company
Every time I pour a drink
Something keeps me wondering
Where you at girl, you been away
Is it cos all of the things that I said
Popping chemies just to silence my pain
Killing all these rappers, at least you know they ain’t dying in vein
Oh no, they hate the player, please hate the game
I swear, when she’s away things ain’t the same
Ain’t no cough I drink the syrup anyway
Nigga from the O’s turning heavyweight
Got the vision like I’m Ernest Hemingway
There’s too much spice in my soda
But I put 2-4-9 on my shoulder
It’s true, no lie if I told ya
I do it for you and the O-town
Mary won’t you come to me
Grace me with your company
Every time I draw a beat
I swear it feels so comforting
We’re always so cool when the mood is
I only feel blue once the moon is
Remedy endlessly next to me
Mary be she be the death of me sure is
Fed’ll be looking my dealers
Starting to feeling that fever
Speed dial I’m calling roTation
In progress I’m smoking for purpose of healing
Mary just takes me to see this
Mary just takes me to see things
Mary just making me feel it
Mary just making me want you
Mary won’t you come
Grace me with your company
Everytime
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