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TRAILER
02:11
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Follow me back from my dreams
Translate for me what it means
Gleam what'chu deem to be me
Read it back to me to see, did we agree?
Smothered in controversy
Out by the lake where it bleeds
Snow from the trees
Covering me and my queen
Under a blanket of alabaster
We get turnt on the green
Then we get up on the scene
Shout out some things that's obscene
Light some fire under your seat
Remind you all what it be
To remember feeling
Feel your heart healing and beat
Under the synth's wailing squeak
Remember what truth you seek
Which part of you that you need
If you should hope to succeed
and to live like you a king
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ON THAT BACK
03:36
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back back back
put you on that back back back
It ain't even zero degrees outside
No place to run, no place you can hide
Thumpin' on that pussy then I'm thumpin' on that hide
This the shit I'm bumpin' while I'm dumpin' off inside
Visceral, I'm inadmissable
Under everybody's skin like a botfly
All my eggs spread poison in your mind
Soon the vision's in your grind
And you can't even touch your own dick without seeing mine
I'm an evil weavile kanievel
Stealin' all the sounds up out'cha pockets like a Sneasel
Takin' all your rock and your rap and roll
To contact the conjunction within my soul
Now I'm on patrol every time that the booty move
Catchin' all my drool as I follow 'round the room
You pull up a stool, get your mouth around my bone
I can't keep my cool, so you might be gettin' thrown
back back back
put you on that back back back
Someone told me man I miss the Digibro from way back
Back when it seemed like you had a plan and you remained sad
Not all of this bullshit with the well laid & well paid fad
Smokin' weed all day and fuckin, you became a fake chad?
Talkin' all you want jack, all of ya'll can stay mad
I ain't sacrificng what I made to keep you stayed Stan
I'm reppin' the life I said I wanted every day, man
If you'd done the shit that I was sayin' you'd be laid, fam
back back back
put you on that back back back
To my intenet kids fuckin' 'round in chats
Get your money together and get that bitch on her back
Don't just try to stick it in nigga that shit is mad wack
Spend a minute gettin' wet make a plan of attack
Be real open with a bitch about the shit you 'gon to to her
Cause if your expectations ain't met then your feelings is 'gon be hurt
And you cannot expect some bitch to just know how your mind work
Get your fuckin' shit together, man the fuck up and talk to her
You ain't done learning new shit until you can make her squirt
And get your dick all up in her ass without makin' it hurt
If you're coming less than twice then you ain't puttin' in the work
Make her twerk up on your dick until that shit about to burst
If she feel safe with your hand around her neck
Show her videos of ropes and melting wax up on the chest
Throw on some hentai and some background music
Then get between the thighs with the tongue and prove shit
back back back
put you on that back back back
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weed hit the spot when u rockin' on my thang baby
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SEETHE Pt.2
01:38
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I'd be hard-pressed to find two fuckers I like at all
I might have to pause, recollect my thoughts and get back to you
Picture somewhere in your mind a guy you generally like
Now think of three retarded dumbass things they did last night
Yeah that's right, I know ya'll all got torches ready to burn
As soon as the tide turns and we ain't on good terms
The thought germs we spread, we interperet dread
And let it overtake everything, overbaked evidence
When I'm not mad at everybody I'm just mad at myself
You're calling for help, and I'm just tryin' ta tackle my health
The cards you were dealt, may not have been as lucky as mine
But I'm still up on that get money shit I ain't got time
Come on Twitter like a stage, 'front of ya'll lookin' deranged
Bound to be a few tomatoes gonna hit me in the face
Playin' youtube like a game, got the future in my brain
But I can't reveal my hand, so ya'll think I'm gettin' lame
Well my mind has been unchained, and my thoughts cannot be tamed
I been gettin' real strange since gettin' real strange
Now my vids are all delayed cause I gotta make 'em great
And I can't have any fuccbois holding space in my brain!
When I'm not mad at everybody I'm just mad at myself
You're calling for help, and I'm just tryin' ta tackle my health
The cards you were dealt, may not have been as lucky as mine
But I'm still up on that get money shit I ain't got time
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YA'LL AIN'T SEEN NOTHIN'
03:45
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Ya'll ain't seen nothin' 'bout that life
where I'm diggin' two inches snow off the hood
just so I can go get a cheeseburger down the road
just a simple man at home, blasting heavy drone when I'm prone
but I'm not alone, she be gettin' down
with that Merzbow, that's how I know how
much that ring on her finger's
Really worth too me
Way the hell more than I paid
Damn we good at gettin' laid
Half my people don't relate?
--yeah, that's typical
Life is just a spiral, but not outward, it's cylindrical
each of us is on a wave
hers and mine is just the same
pitched up on a thetawave
transmitted thru outer space
damn, we in the future, babe
first among the Newtype race
still, we're living in this place
grab a snowbrush, start to scrape
Ya'll ain't seen nothin' 'bout that life
Where I clogged the sink with the nasty bongwater
cause I had to clean one of these busted machines
cheap plastic mouthpiece
so I could put one more pinch into the bowl to shift
my conciousness up to a place where
I can feel feel creative even while remaining native
To the bedroom, staying sated
Often all inhebriated
Just because it's been so fucking cold for so long
that we can't step outside one more time
or we'll just die
stay inside and smoke nice
let's talk jive and fuck right
that good life, that feels right
Ya'll ain't seen nothin' 'bout that life
Where we sleep for 12 straight hours
Ya'll ain't seen nothin' 'bout that life
Where I'm eatin' out the pussy after showers
That's a funny little hook
Hope you'll give a second look
To these tracks that you pass right over in a glance
till a little shard of glass
breaks a little in your hand
and you cannot get it out
it's a symbol for your doubts
that you're always trying to face
enblemized within my speech
in so many different ways
that within your mind it stays
taunting you around for days
'till you just can't look away
and you give a few more plays
I'll forgive your crooked ways
I'm a church and you gon' pay
Here's my patreon page
Show me what it's worth to you to have these words inside your brain
Do you think I've gone insane?
Worried I'll jump off the train?
If I pull a masterpiece will I be burning off the fame?
Ya'll ain't anticipating
That I've been incubating
I've always been on schedule for the schemes initiating
it's only been the shape and form that nobody predicts
success was in the cards before the child was six
bitch I was built for this
I don't have much of a choice, do I?
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Coyote howling in the forest
Can't ignore it over winds that call your name out
In a mist you know is haunted
I had to step outside once while it's 3AM
To bring the trashcan down to the yard's end
I see a white wind blast over everythin'
Car is only five feet away, but concealed within
Get up to the can, porchlight disappears
I can't see shit and all that I hear
Is coyotes in the forest going buck
If they get me in this weather then I'm shit out of luck
Coyote howling in the forest
Can't ignore it over winds that call your name out
In a mist you know is haunted
You can hide but you can't outpace it
The wind in the trees will tear off your faces
Not afraid of animals and not afraid of drifts
But I'm spooked by all the ghouls that out be prowlin' in the mists
One of these you speak his name and our universe don't exist
Others will just eat your children right in front of you like pigs
I be duckin' under demons that be lurkin' underneath
Some of these people ain't people any more than skin deep
So I'm always in the gym trying to keep my body straight
So when punk-ass monsters roll up I can punch 'em in the face
Coyote howling in the forest
Can't ignore it over winds that call your name out
In a mist you know is haunted
You can hide but you can't outpace it
The wind in the trees will tear off your faces
Back up in the trap, melt that snow up off my lap
Get some bud to warn you up, northern winter shit is fucked
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I used to see myself as a Beach kid, VA
Granted only after dark when all the normies sleeping
I'd celebrate the streets where they made my favorite meat buns
Kevin's Dog House and IHOP, you know the reruns
Mad respect to homies, tho I was a little distant
Living quarters was the sickest anyone had lifted
Thought I'd stay forever cause I felt connected
'Till I realized I was truly too eclectic
That's when I broadened my horizons
Lived beyond the moment in the moment without guidance
Lifted to another thought, sought a wife with body of a THOT
That I could rock night by night and find a life with, bruh
I listen to the albums that I made
With my friends, for which nobody was paid
No real listeners but me
And I think of how I really looked up to them
Was let down to my expectations and gave up on 'em
They're just on another walk in life
And it's all good to me, I ain't about no strife
I'm doin' fine, goin' crazy with my work and wife
Under the feet of snow which blanket every night
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Waking up right next to you corrected my life
I never have to prioritize
I know what I want when eye catch light
I see your pride, coming back to bed with your hair wet
Telling me to lay back and let you ride
Husband and wife, or maybe really two porn stars
'Cause we can take it so damn far
Raised by cartoons, that's how we understand who we are
Snapchat sex, hentai, hot chicks with mental scars
We relate best to bars, and dank memes
Hittin on the green leaf always 'fore we proceed
No weed means a night meeting a strange teen and an ATM
Hittin' zen with something else to drink 'round ten
I wonder where I'd be 'round then
If you weren't there to be my friend
With you a different life begins
I wanna wake up with you for the rest of my life...
Champagne pops on a backdrop of two hands locked
Psyching one-another up
For the question I'm about to pop
At the moment that the big ball drops
I'm ready to pull out the stops
And give you all I've got
I better be the one you want
Because I'll love you till my old heart stops
And that's a guarantee young hot
Prepare to occupy my every thought
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