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by all means

by farley

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1.
[Verse 1:] This is my mothafuckin’ message to God, what's up dog how you doin' I know you keepin' it movin', I'm hopin' business is boomin' And as a human, hope I'm proving myself Give me a little review, and I'm fine with finetunin' myself If you assign me a spot, I'm gettin' ready for move-in I'm cool with really any room of your choosing I hope it's not a problem I been boozin' And steady smokin' Cubans, life of a student can be consuming, that's all And I'm not foolin' anybody, I'm a hypocrite I've committed sins that'd make you think that I'm an idiot And you omniscient, and I'm tryin' to slip shit right past you Bet you could figure out all my secrets if I asked you Apologizing? I've considered it Heard that you're considerate, forgiving and all that I could spell it out, and leave a message, you'd call back Then I'd be up in heaven giving Peter and Paul daps, but In my head, I often wish and pretend And picture if your crib is like it is in This Is The End Is it fixing amends, writing scripture with pens? Or is it people smoking Swishers, pouring mixers with friends? Well, shit, I really wish it's the latter, 'cause up the ladder I'm expecting silver dishes and platters Bet I'll never wash the dirty plates, once I'm past the pearly gates I just need a list that's scripting every step this journey takes And I'ma follow 'em, like a disciple, I'll read the Bible Be retitled into Archangel Michael I'll worship Yeezus and Hova, I'll buy premium Tidal And only chief organic weed and buy Ephesians on vinyl I'll find everyone alive that's toting a .45 Go and tell 'em switch it for the fourth and the fifth And if they get pissed, or if they wonder what the matter is I'll just tell 'em I just wanna meet a kid from Nazareth [Verse 2:] You're not forsaken, when I'm making mistakes Shaking hands and breaking hearts, and reconsidering the road I'm taking My brain is vacant, in a bar, my liver aches My mind escaped and ran away from me, just promise that you'll pray for me I know my actions carry weight for when you grade me My rating tanked like I'm AP with a braced knee Throwing Hail Marys, like I'm Flutie in boston, it gets exhausting When I'm looking for grace, I slip and land on my face Faith drowned out in all this sound, and I'm in, the club Hearing Flocka at the loudest it's been Just drop a pin, so your location pops up right on my thing I'll meet your boy out on the block a couple down from Berlin "I haven't seen you since the Shroud of Turin, it's been a minute I couldn't reach you, man, you switch your digits? shit ‘Cause I'm your servant but it's hard without no service, not on purpose That I wasn't replying, cause I been trying and trying" He's like "You're lying, why you even waste it on me?" I'm like "Jesus, yo, you wylin', laughing crying face emoji C'mon, homie, you know me," I said boldly He looked me over once and this is what he told me, said "Your cheeks so red, I swear you got a burnt face Look around at where we're talking in the first place All of these people have the worst of concerns, I know you're hurt You're sitting on a curb and slurring your words" And I'm like “yeah, fine, took nine shots with lime But you'd have to be lying if you don't love a little wine" But I don't think he's amused, he’s like, "Dude You gotta chill it with the liver abuse" I look around for my group, but it's completely reduced It's just me and all the puke on my shoes, well It's kinda odd, but I chuckle and nod And think about the little moment that I chatted with God, God damn
2.
[Verse 1:] Bless a beat like a nose just made mucous And I do it like a new school Frank Lucas Gettin’ high, ‘cause I make elevate music Hey stupid, I’ma kick it daily till my bank boujee Lucrative, superkid, on some goofy shit You got a bitch, but I stay comin’ through with six On the stoop, shooting hoops, till I fooled a bit Made a song, got a buncha views, and quadrupled it I’m well-suited for a suit and a tie A school student with a movement and a mood from the Chi And I, got something to share with you It’s an album You could rip it up, get a literal physical copy And I can ship it with intentions of you spitting and pissing up on it Or in distinction, you can skip on the litter And bump the tape up in the whip like books on tape for illiterates You could share it on a platform, Instagram or Twitter I’d consider maybe Tinder, but that’s bad form If you’re courageous, you can try all three And if you wanna throw shade, hey, by all means
3.
[Verse 1:] Said I been in and outta sleep for like an hour or ten And now it's noon again, meaning I been doin' this since 2 AM And birds are chirping outside, but that don't put me in a good mood You musta got me misconstrued Every time I tried to wake, I think I just hit snooze Bells ringing like I'm hearing Christmas tunes If the president had called, I woulda missed it too Got a message and my phone says it's from Kristin -- who? I swear it feels like someone threw a brick at my head And I'm either feelin' really sick or feelin' back from the dead I'm lookin' for my clothes but I'm only seeing one sock Taste up in my mouth like I been fucking eating sunblock, well That's word to Howie, now we just gotta assess Had a mental conversation saying "I gotta drink less" I'm living life like Marty Huggins, get your brooms 'cause it's a mess But at the end of the day, is when we feelin' the best [Chorus:] Good afternoon, to all of you people Sorry about that shit I said last night Good afternoon, today's a new day Let's do it again, let’s do it right Good afternoon, to all of you people Sorry about that shit I said last night Good afternoon, today's a new day And let's do it again, and let’s do it right [Verse 2:] And I didn't puke, yet, think i got, strep Off the couch, step, let's reset Time to, Shake It Off like the singer chick that 'Ye put on Cookin' eggs, and I'm whippin' with an apron on And in the back of the lawn, there's people playin' some pong No better medicine than hair of the dog Next up on the table and my aiming game is crazy I'm strokin' every shot just like I'm Tracy McGrady Or Gary Payton, vintage Jason Terry, Peja Stojakovic Pourin' shots at only 1 o'clock, it's almost a problem Should proally stop it, but it's not an option, already started To give the liver a break, we get some bacon at Sarkis And now we thriving, Uber driver sighing 'Cause I'm askin' stupid shit like "yo, how long've you been driving?" And when the sun is going down, you know the drill Let's do this shit again, like we Punxsutawney Phil
4.
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[Verse 1:] I can't forget her though it's been a while Bouta board a plane, take a train, any way, man I'm getting riled up 'Cause I used my miles up but I been pleadin' to see ya So I'ma leave here with the speed of a cheetah For this migration, yeah I'm headed south And I'ma go turbo, that's word to Wreck-It Ralph 'Cause I been goin' insane, so now I'm going Usain And running atchu just as fast as I can And if it's, through the rain, even better Give a fuck about the weather or whatever if it's hailing or storming Get some rest and I'll there in the morning, very shortly Here's a story: pick a spot and I'll be Andy Dufresne Yeah, a first class occasion Just pick me up at the baggage claim then Yeah, you know I missed you like a TIE Fighter Pick a day, mark your calendar with highlighter [Chorus:] Wrote this 'cause I just got your letter Life's so much better, when we're together Glad you stay warm in my sweater And I'm on, my way, right now, right, right now [Verse 2:] And now I'm packing all my bags, and I'm excited and so blessed Whether It's American, United, or Southwest I checked in soon as I got the e-mail Reviewed all the flight routes in detail I'm making a return like a prophecy, honestly Coming back home like The Odyssey Hittin' the highest velocity, and notching it ten Feelin' like I hit the lottery, then got it again and again And I just gotta see, you, in a minute Got my ticket printed, bouta pay, you, a lil visit Jet fuel to the limit, engines full speed Pushin' through the airport if it's through a stampede Somehow, made it off the plane, really quickly Shit is unbelievable, Ripley, found you pretty pretty And when we get home, a little PSA: I'ma treat you like the TSA, 'cause I'm home [Chorus:] Wrote this 'cause I just got your letter Life's so much better, when we're together Glad you stay warm in my sweater And I'm on, my way, right now, right, right now
5.
[Chorus:] Shoutout to the dude in the car right next to me Sees me freestylin' in my car on the expressway Big city traffic doesn't really get the best of me But I load an instrumental up and then I press play [Bridge 1:] That skyline painted on the air in front of me Windshield's lookin' like a god damn Picasso There's no need to park it, when I'm sparkin' up a blunt or three Whether I'm speedin' on the Edens or I drive slow [Verse 1:] And I'm, layin' down since my seat is that far back Smoke up in the car just like a Nascar crash I don't feel impaired, I'm just drivin' enhanced Music is on and my foot on the gas Rollin' up all’a my weed on the dash Notepad is open, it's time to relax Let's get lit tonight, like some bright headlights If that's alright with you It's fine by me, do the speed limit multiplied by three Go and blow the indo out the window Get Lyfted, no Uber A/C broke but I fixed it, super zooted Takin' in the views and we cruisin', breakin' all the rules And groovin', makin' moves, so I hope you're down to bake up Let's live nights like Talladega, yeah [Chorus:] Shoutout to the dude in the car right next to me Sees me freestylin' in my car on the expressway Big city traffic doesn't really get the best of me But I load an instrumental up and then I press play [Bridge 2:] My Caddy's garbage, but it feel like luxury IPhone telling me what road to follow There's no need to come but, I could use some company Drive on LSD and get a good look at Chicago
6.
[Verse 1:] Masked Man on the board, it's not suprising that this beat’s nuts I’m never goin down, I'm coming up, that's word to reflux So, shouts to Nitty Raps, Chi-town where my city's at Bitches see my SnapChat as a great place to throw titties at But, but, I'm not thinking straight, I’m spitting all this nonsense My gosh kid, just stop it, his momma musta dropped him I'm thinkin' that the truth is I got errors in my syntax Maybe, like, my script's bad? Or hit my head in gym class? Or maybe God forgot a semicolon or parentheses Shitty memory just like I live in an anemone Thinkin' I got abducted, tangled my wires all up And doggone it i'm destructive, treat my liver like the enemy But I'm ahead of me, or myself, is what I mean And if i take another sip of this whiskey then I'll be heavin’ Better believe it, I be schemin' like I'm Butthead or Beavis And I'm a poorly written code but I'll leave a beat, deleted, whasup [Chorus:] And I think I'm goin' crazy, right? Probably not But, I think i'm goin' crazy, right? No shot And I think I might be losing my mind, shit, I'm sauced But, I think I might be losing my mind, or maybe it's lost [Verse 2:] And I know I won't be happy till I'm domed by Wozniacki What up Caroline, you lookin' mighty fine and that's No Djokovic, I'm tryin' to win you over like some poker chips I'll do all the cooking, you can handle all the grocery lists Forget the tennis, man, I'm flowing like Venice Always smile like I'm promoting my dentist I'm a menace, been this way since elementary school I take a shot of Hennessey and drink the rest to be cool, and ooh The kid is Irish so he always get lucky Applyin' KY, I ain't talking Kentucky And your chick wants to fuck me, I turn her into a junkie She leave you to "go study" and get it rougher than rugby She got those puppy eyes, you see 'em up on "#goals" Twitter She lie to you but she knows that she won't bullshit the bullshitter And she wants a go-getter, says she's sick of the games A little crazy in my brain, but she say she the same, so we good
7.
[Chorus:] Oh my, if I Oh I I I, if I, I, die If I die If I die young, if I, if I die young now [Verse 1:] Yo, tell 'em I was flier than the highest of the pilots And tell 'em I was David if a mic was Goliath I was defiant, never compliant Girls pullin' on my belt, something like Orion do And if I die, go'n give 'em the truth Tell 'em I would motherfuckin' live in the booth Tell 'em I would be in there from winter to June Always busy cookin' up a little groove that I could bring to the youth And never, never, lie and say that I was average The kid would rip a track like it was batshit You never saw it before, quick to leave a jaw on the floor Sick as sars, kick a couple bars, leave 'em pleadin', starvin' for more He wasn't, very polished, but his knowledge was astonishing Very solid for a college kid And that acknowledgment is all I really want when you describe me If I go and kick the fucking bucket when I'm nineteen [Chorus:] Oh my, if I Oh I I I, if I, I, die If I die If I die young, if I, if I die young now [Verse 2:] And I'll either have a seizure, bad procedure, or a fever Maybe I'll get bodied by a creep who keeps my femur in a freezer Either way, I'm on a crime feature Up on Dateline, in primetime, I'm not a mind reader But I'm feelin' like that's something that happens I'll get shot by an assassin, or I'll get torched by a dragon Or maybe, it won't be just how I hypothesize Maybe I'm the victim of a crime of passion homicide So tell my family they're the greatest, always tried to keep me straight and I appreciate the life that they created for me This the type of shit I want in my obituary Life's a bitch, I know, but just the kinda bitch I marry But for now, I'm okay, and alive Avoiding every shady hooded guy who's holding a scythe So fuck death, doesn't make a difference what his costume is Tell 'em I'm amazing if my latest shit is posthumous [Chorus:] Oh my, if I Oh I I I, if I, I, die If I die If I die young, if I, if I die young now

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released March 8, 2018

executive production: masked man

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