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message to god
04:02
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[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
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2. |
by all means (welcome)
01:28
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[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
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3. |
good afternoon
02:10
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[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
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4. |
on my way
02:36
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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
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5. |
big city traffic
02:27
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[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
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6. |
donkey brains
02:29
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[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
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7. |
if i die young
02:33
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[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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