1. |
foreword
00:17
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This is gonna sound weird but
What direction was your heart facing
If that makes sense?
It was definitely facing...
Forward
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2. |
hold
02:37
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Can't turn me away if I'm already running away
(Please don't turn me away)
Waking me up tying knots
(Tying knots)
Turning me on midnight sheep count
(Sheep count)
Platonic dreams keep you dry
(Dream of me too)
And that keeps us safe
Already called the healer, witch doctor and the snake
(Already called 'em)
Who love when I call but hate
(Tryna warn ya)
When it's about you
(Sheep count)
Rubbing against my heart
(Dream of me)
Hogtied in another man's arms
I can't help but feel His wrath and mercy in your face
But I promise I'mma love you
All that glitters ain't
All that glitters ain't gold
All that glitters ain't
(All the glitter)
The glitter
Down, the glitters ain't gold
(All that)
All that glitters ain't
All that glitters ain't gold
But there's a silver line in everything
There's a silver line
In everything
(All that glitters ain't gold)
(All that glitters)
(All that glitters ain't)
When I think of you
(All that glitters ain't gold)
But i'm still thinking
Thinking
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3. |
alabastard
01:49
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Alright, this is the last time
My hands are freaking killing me
I know you sent her
I know you sent her
I know you sent her
I know you sent her, her for me
I know you sent her
I know you sent her
'Cause my faith is so weak
The devil's best trick got you thinking that he don't exist
Since the sky might fall and the stars will burn
You better just aim for her lips
And now there's free pickin' in the garden
Apple store, picking fruit just to bust on
Eight days a week, signal sending
Porno got you forest fire friction
Burning acres to reveal the child
Preacher said that's just the Lord talkin'
I begged his pardon
Lord pardon me
Something like
I know you sent her 'cause my faith is weak
Something like that
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4. |
confessions
03:33
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(My goodness, my gracious)
(Well goodness, so dangerous)
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
(My goodness, for gracious sake)
(You playin' on)
Look--
You got me playin' with my line baby
I ain't with you, I don't get it
(I don't get it, I don't get it, I don't get it)
Got a nigga think he wastin' his time
Yeah, yeah
Cat eyes make a nigga diabolical
But moldabable
Gon' and drop me
Gon' and drop me
But I bet you knew that the phone was tapped
Just for my confession
For you--
White lies
West side
Fine line
Red
Leave behind my tortured self
LA girls just good for shelf
Leave behind my old shell
So my heart skipped a beat
When I heard
You were from the Bay
You were from the Bay
LA girls just good for shelf
Taking my steps in my life
To be here on the phone with you
Only face I've never seen
I just can't forget
I know they care about me but
They never care for a nigga
I hope I don't expose my heart
For you to do the same
Same thing
It's not that I've swung and I've missed
It's just like... when you can't enjoy home runs, man
I don't know what it is, but I just haven't been able to enjoy home runs
[What do you really want?]
You asked me this
I remember you asked me
[I did ask you this]
You asked me when I was here
I don't think that was even, like, true though
[I think I'm asking again, I don't think I was satisfied with your answer]
Yeah, I wouldn't...
I wouldn't blame you
[I think at the time it made sense, and as time went by I was like mmm]
Ugh, what do I want, man?
Shhhhh...
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5. |
all you do
00:50
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Cat got your tongue
Baby, how does it feel to be everything you never wanted?
First it was Hooked on Phonics, now it's that coca--
I'm sorry, you're right
It's "costar"
Funny what it takes to keep even the pipe dreams wet
It was floodin' ever since you couldn't stop your nose from runnin'
Same time pops tryna tell we
It's ass whoopins that saved us from the law
But nigga I ain't runnin' no more
Yeah
Uh
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6. |
boy interlude
00:54
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I don't know...
It's kinda crazy that, like
I've been ingrained with the mindset
That this is only gonna work the way that I want it to
If the world accepts me
In a way that's, like, very hyper-saturated with attention
You know?
But then, like, here I am
You know, not just a boy because I have to be a black boy at that
So, black kid, ya know, never stepped into music before
Never, like...
Am I more acceptable if I go completely all the way
In one of those where I'm either a hard ass rapper
Or I'mma nigga with makeup on
Like, which gimmick do you want?
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7. |
unsatisfactory
01:21
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Let's do it
More love's lost than love struck
Intersection doughnuts
Twelve wanna bite
(Intersection doughnuts)
White prunes call it a ruckus
The most action I got all damn corona
But before
I was still a loner who don't wanna wanna want ya
[Feel me, we just went to happy hour
Sometimes, but see, it ain't everybody season to ball
You feel me?]
And this is where love will one day soon be made
On this countertop
The owner is still deciding whether or not he is asexual or celibate, but
I believe he just hasn't found the right one yet
But what do I know
I'm just his little dog
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8. |
hardest breeze
02:42
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Hand shaky tryna let the needle drop
Niki I love you put the needle down
First time's always the sloppiest
Let the record show
And you fell for the nigga I had to become
Cause honey I shrunk the kid way before the nigga could jump
White boys can too
Stumble over hurdles
I say donkey, you say stallion
You're so sweet, so innocent
No
It was the fire in my eyes that made you ride so confident
We called it love
No matter how fast it was or loud it was
Mama in the next room over
I know she was mad I left you at the terminal
I might as well strapped you to the engine
I know I hurt you
And now I can only find comfort in my God
And he ain't fuckin me from behind like how you got new nigga
Where I only thought I fit
We all move on
How foolish
But you never believed my heart was takin' a toll with all the fuckin
Which of course I initiated
Usain Bolt but a hell of a performance
Fantasizing about our daughter
But thanking God all the times I pulled out when I did
Each time I did
Each time I had to
Are we still callin' it love?
Cause I know you weren't asking me to call it anything
Cause you never asked me anything
But I devoted to do anything to be your everything before you could ask me
It just left my shell empty
And I can't make a hare out of this tortoise
Which is why I promised God I ain't duckin' in anything
If there's shit I'm still runnin' from
And why I keep feelin' everyone's ahead of me if there ain't no competition
Solution ain't woman solace
All I'm sayin' is that there's Range Rovers replacing Range Rovers at the meter
Erewhon by the grove shit
And I'm cruisin' blasting Radiohead in a busted Prius right in the garage
You know I ain't my father's son if I ain't milking that free one hour parking
They probably don't even care too
Look at 'em
They ain't even paying the meter
A ticket ain't shit to these--
Oh
It's Sunday
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