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way (prod. seneca b)
02:16
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reporting live from kami’s look out
pass me the blunt I need to pass out
i need another pull to get me out this trap house
reality television boxed wine
controlling personalities
jealous if they see you try to break free from reality
i feel a breeze under my foot steps
my soul must bleed black like panthers
divided in to hood reps
young sun raising the light to a menthol
you see the crack(')s in the glass but I told you that I've been flawed
I've since drawn Guernica,
an homage to wars in me
conjure up past mistakes cursed with all this sorcery unfortunately
I sketch these words with pain in hand
I cannot stand the man I am but this lens do pan
so picture like me mao Malcom X & Che
This sand nigger spic might just find a way
the ppl gimme shit the govt give me aids
but this sand nigger spic might just find a way
might just find a way…….
karma a thick bitch
she come around i watch them hips switch
neva leave the house without her lipstick
i lick splits
like a wound, heal the monster inside
it’s e mpty or serial killer when you look in my eyes
when you throw me in box save room for my pride
Deep throat the double barrel when I’m ready to die
wit my head to sky I go blind with lie
these suns don’t shine for me they just poison my eye
fake bitch faux fur sippin a strawberrrita
swore my anomalisa was a keeper
when I heard the visa
singing like love
descending (inaudible)
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hook:
tempt me
knowing deep inside we feel so empty
ruin both our lives but no regretting
bae lets die together
you don’t come around like u use to
you could go down while i (inaudible)
we could hate ourselves oh baby
lowlifes
v1:
i run my fingers like a brush stroke
stay for the drugs it don’t matter if the love go
I mean use to give me top by the front door
no condoms but I came with a blunt rolled
my chain smoker with a coke and a playlist
im working on a beat while you sketching
every day shit
bong packed shorty stay lit
cigarettes in the basement
reading manga as I take hits
im basic
over controlling and hypocritical
manipulated feelings
sensitivity on clitoral
But I’m sick of being literal
Let’s band together
plans to weather the storms if rains barettas
you not a virgin so no plans for heaven
but ya mans a blessing so throw it back
let’s get flexin
please hear me out
can you feel me out
hook
v2:
i guess we die at the end, so much for legacy
i roll the dolja while you tripping on some ketamine
my family disappointed never seen a better me
I’m hard headed never heard what they was telling me
track mark thighs, cigarette burns on a band shirt
if the drugs don’t kill her it’ll probably be some cancer
and you don’t love me but the one you did didn’t feel back
we’re not good for each other but it’s cold where we at
i fall into the lakes that give me your vision
you ain’t gotta let me hit but you gave me permission
i know you got a few boys im just trynna petition
to the be the religion
that takes you to a livin
far from these humble beginnings
but you don’t love me you just settle for attention
truth is I don’t know what Love is I just failed to mention
I got a girl down the way who be holding me down
I ruin that shit, all my homies look at me like a clown dont
hook
outro
with you on my mind
there’s no sky i find
that i cannot climb
im just running out time
is this how it ends for me?
dark cold and empty?
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birdcage (prod. penacho)
03:53
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and when the sand stops pouring
It's infinite til I die
I'm sitting in this cage,
and I'm longing to be free
Oh how I long to feel the sun yea
but my wings can't turn the key
Take me to another land
Take me to another sea
I just wanna spread my wings
Maybe you can set me free
I spit a Jacob ladder love lemme lead you to heaven
Might turn your soul to a dove
Now that I've caught your attention
slip an ivy to your veins until I poison
Your lenses
I'm what they trynna keep out of all they white picket fences
i really wonder when im gunna die
my whip game is suicide
this henny got me grooving right
you die or you improving right?
you seen a god but now you loosing sight
you feel a warmth but can't imagine light
Hook
I walked a life in Christ sandals
Just to pop like blisters
I lost time to a mistake
I hide smiling in pictures
I got talent for disappointment
and sayin imma finish
i know i sound like broken records
rhyme books like guiness
but the birds outside they see me try to fly
I think they know something I don't
Am I free if I'm free I don't know I don't know
But the sky is my heart and the wind is my soul
Immigration like to discount double check
Ain't no free living, I got trapped bussin rubberless
ask me how im doing you might end up discussion less
my moms got raped, I got a bros I ain't never met
these dreams don't call, but leaves do fall
never ending waltz, I pray do pause
digest it all, please help me God
i pray it
in thy name I lose my mind
i submit mine
to undo time
growth told in rhyme
in this bird cage
they'll never stop me in this birdcage
you'll never break me in this birdcage
my world is bigger than this birdcage
i seen the picture in this birdcage
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compromise (prod. emune)
03:56
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I ain’t ate in two days
Outta weed since Tuesday
gotta find a new way
Starting to feel like too late
shorty shake it but she flawed
henny dick she split apart
she didn’t need me from the start
taking shots right at my heart
hunger pains got me puking
everything I’m close to losing
losing track of what I’m proving
dissociating what i b doing
my mother passed the doctors asked me to call it
stare at the ground for loose change cob webs inside my wallet
they raped my mom into pregnancy when she was 22
I remember that time I drank too much and tried to force myself on you
look what loneliness can do,
I’m a piece shit these stains are proof
Yet you scared they blaming you
patriarchy hides the truth
im hard to love im hard to hate
you need my time im prolly late
I’m half bitch and half mistake
this sober life was never great
no metaphors or similes
Just honesty and Hennessy
driving drunk inside infinities
no plans of what I’m fixing to be
But if these dreams don’t show up I won’t compromise
I rest the barrel on my head just like a third eye
I’ll blow my brains out faster than you sheep all fall in line
i wrap the noose around my neck my dreams get columbined
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i found a clip in the ashtray
i found a clip in the ashtray
we all
one
the marijuana got me choking hard
see through the fog, i roll another put wit me up w god
im smoking loud that reggie kush don’t get no play from me
just like my momma swear ta god
there'll be no saving me
oh, woah...
just breathe in my smoke
she don't really blaze
but tonight she smoking dope
baby bring the rellos and I'll show you how to roll
promise there's no limit
tell me how high should we go?
i found a clip in the ashtray
i found a clip in the ashtray
katana clicks, rello split do that in one piece
stuff it up so we can spin the bird like chun li
no i don’t lace, but she got secrets hidden underneath
danny the dog marijuana got me unleashed
lose control
i see you movin' slow
she look like Ashi in that black
this sword swings like jack
baby think you can kill that
aincrad where I’m still at
plus i...
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Pale Moon Baltimore, Maryland
baltimore recluse.
lofi hip hop.
frustration.
honesty.
lowlife.
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