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Glisten
02:18
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Got my mind on something new
I might glow like morning dew
I might pull up with the crew
Switched up, I'm on something new
(I'm on the other side)
Thousand faces in my view
(I'm bout to tweak it right)
I ain't bout to miss my cue
Glisten like it's morning dew
I don't think it's worth it to convert 'em, think we'd rather burn 'em
Simplify my sermon then get it tattooed up on my sternum
All this criticism burns when I serve it, shit gets acerbic
I can't rock with all y'all basic people, boy, I been allergic
The tide is low, I could be killed by an assumption
I'm riding slow, might swerve off lane if I'm compulsive
The cure I need, might not exist in these conditions
No privacy, no false admissions
And the drip so clean it's baby blue
Synths from 1982
Smoking what my circle grew
Blow that shit up, hurdle through
Switched up, I'm on something new
(I'm on the other side)
Thousand faces in my view
(I'm bout to tweak it right)
I ain't bout to miss my cue
Glisten like it's morning dew
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2. |
I Don't Give A Damn
03:10
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They tried to take it from the people, not you too
They tried to get you out the city, not you too
They wanna take it, now they got it from you too
I don't give a damn, I don't give a shit about that shit
I ain't in a box, I ain't tryna take that partnership
She trying to kick it, my eyes redder than the Malta kit
Pulling off the pot a bit, I ain't trying to politic
I'm just trying to plot up on the powers 'til apocalypse
Looking out the window, I don't see where any logic is
Why you wanna stop the kids? They just trying to celebrate
'Bout to get it like it's one year after 1998
Love it when they combinate, pressure got me breathing fast
Take it back to Geauga Lake, I might just cop a season pass on 'em
I'm hollering, wonder what I even do
Don't know what you smoking if you think that I believe in you
I'm good on the drama, I don't give a damn
Came from Cleveland with this jam, Ghost Noises that's who I am
See the bullshit in panorama, everyone trying to be The Man
I'm just trying to do what I got to, give a shit if you understand it
Sipping from the bottom of the bottle and we never won the lotto
Ain't no pages in the passport...
I don't give a damn, I don't give a shit about that shit
I don't give a damn, I don't give a shit about the shit
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3. |
Move (Deep Track)
04:18
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gone too deep, way down the stream
can't give up hope we losing that steam
can't take no fear, not hearing us scream
my vision all blurred, i'm seeing in threes
can't feel my dreams, can't feel my needs
the feeling subsided, people divided
this beat that we riding, slipping and sliding
the party the function, you all invited
tear down the walls tear down the floors
gettin real live, we goin on tour
ima just fly up, ima just soar
this is exclusive, sold out in stores
kickin down doors, breakin out windows
where is the story? where is the info?
what do you play for? what are you in for?
turn all the lights out, this is a disco
dancing to house, dancin to techno
clear all your mind out, people just let go
tryna get right inside of my mental
tryna get right inside of my mental
in my mental (x3)
we go deep, go deep, going deep, going deeper
now we're there, now we're vibing
you feel it? yea
let it just move
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HOKES
Project, protect what I'm keeping in
Know when, percent, leave it in the bin
calm feeling in the wind, let it rest
peel off, cap on and seal off
what the deal on, never read me
my hand face down with the chips
the place two levels and a fifth
my feet keep pedaling
done with the villains and i'm bettering
everyday i'm bettering
clean circle
clean circle
CHORUS
Light got the haze
In a daze off the low end
Light got me craze
Off the stage probably smokin
GHOST
Deep smoke rolling in
I’m leaned off the gin
I blow with the wind
My toe dipping in
The water feeling warm, I’m diving in glimmering
Fuck a line, I don’t sit outside the club shivering
Swang on a stealer like a Browns top receiver
Might down a liter til I’m shouting at the reaper
I feel like a diva off the top shelf tequila
When it’s real she can feel it, i'm rubbing off the concealer
Got the spice, got the season, talkin’ jerk chicken
All my work hitting
Off a Twerk rhythm
Uzi vert fitting
Too perfect in this world full of serpent
Well too poisoned still running back slurpin’
Lights in my eyes, smoke on the floor, perk with it
Colors all around, still boots and black shirt with it
Old desperado
I sink into the pulse off the cold resposado
Light got the haze
In a daze off the low end
Light got me craze
Off the stage probably smokin
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5. |
Buckets
02:16
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I turned the filter off my life got way more unadulterated
y'all spilled the sauce, cooked it right but then fucked up the plating
this shit's messed up, i'm so tired of never complaining
I'm in that rut, I might never jump
Maison Margiela my belt, I'm just a shell of myself
If I come through, I ain't pullin' up stealth
I know this shit gon be felt
Don't come to me 'less you coming heartfelt
I need help
Don't come to me 'less you coming heartfelt
I'm in Hell
Pull up in something
Looking like double or nothing
Shit was jumping
I could barely function
Straight out the dungeon
I pull up at the junket
Looking disgusting
Give me the budget
I'm running with crutches
I pull up with bags
I'm leaving with buckets
You probably in SAG
Got fictional hundreds
You looking so mad
Stop throwing them punches
Filter off my life I just got way more unadulterated
y'all spilled the sauce, cooked it right but then fucked up the plating
this shit's messed up, i'm so tired of never complaining
I'm in that rut, I might never jump
Maison Margiela my belt, I'm just a shell of myself
If I come through, I ain't pullin' up stealth
I know this shit gon be felt
Don't come to me 'less you coming heartfelt
I'm in Hell
Don't come to me 'less you coming heartfelt
just as well
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