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I'M SLUDGE
03:20
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We thought it was normal affair
But we keep on pulling each other down
If I clear my thoughts and all the people
Will I feel alive?
I’ve spent my time feeling underweight
The things I used to be I am no longer
Oh my god
I’m sludge
Pull apart
The angels sing
To the song
Annihilate
I’m sludge
Okay!
Ulll aii
Ebado pada shee nendalai
Botai imen no lie
Pumi bateal lolai
Issa naimen pilenni
Oh
But it is
Munai soulai pealai ni
Oh no...
I’m sludge
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2. |
THE GREAT OUTDOORS
04:21
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In ya mouth lil bitch
In ya mouth lil bitch ooo
Cough into your mouth lil bitch
In your mouth lil bitch ooo
Should I go outside? Should I go outside? Oo?
Should I go inside? Should I go inside with you?
Lemme cough into your mouth lil bitch
In your mouth lil bitch oo?
Known to impress audibly
Though I I lost interest, honestly
Shaking down impresario while trying to hold on to modesty was getting quite hard for me
All the S, bad grammar,
Had me asking my grandma where to place apostrophes
Felt her ghost hand patting my head like a shonen’s mentor at the end of an odyssey
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3. |
I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT
03:20
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Yeah
Late stage information bubble bath
Saw some shit I doubled back
Thought it was...no, not like last time
Late stage 20s boy, it’s hitching time
Lowly souls hitching rides
This shit real and this shit live
Hanging on like Christmas lights
How’s this for a carol, Carol
Donkey Kong’s getting barrels
Sound advice became apparel
Sounds like life but way more sterile
Lvl 99 on forest slimes provide allure for tourist eyes
Sure to hit and sure to hide
I know that’s right
I know that’s right
Never in my life have I felt more like beef jerky (lol)
I can’t even fuck without a leg or a knee hurtie
Maggy online, Uncle Phil in the mirror
Reaper on the rear, closer than he might appear
Will he snatch my soul?
That’s like scrapping for some hub caps
I don’t keep my mouth open
I know that he love that
How’d I get this nen up?
This came way before the yen up
Nothing that I’ve tried has ever
Made this shit no fuckin better but
Experimentation when I’m angry or I’m fed up
No mistake we making cheddar
So you know the fucking 😎
Yeah I’m smiling to the bank
As I’m walking right by it
Those ain’t singles those are pylons
This ain’t vibes it’s an asylum
Oh YEAH
I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT
Oh YEAH
I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT
Oh YEAH
I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT
Oh YEAH
I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT
Oh my goooooddddddd
Nowhere to goooo
Oh my gooooooooodddddddd
No where to goooo
Oh my geeeeeeerrrddddd
Nowhere to goooo
Oh my gaaaahhh
Nowhere to goooo-
Word to Ivy ❤️
I’m tryna to stop the screamies
God complex like Yeezy
Heard em say they need me so I’m
Coming with the three piece like
Daddy had a long day
Been running this shit the long way
And a mastermind is calm
So I am checking off the offsprays
And the branches
I dissipate the tension
Temperament suspension
There’s more to this than grants
Labels tried to get advanced
Save the crumb I’m not an ant
And this ain’t a pillow
Still tho
We can ride on shooting star
( ( Oh-ohh yeeaaah ) )
I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT
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4. |
ALL IGNORANCE NO BLISS
02:24
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Sometimes I feel like I don’t know enough conspiracies
Don’t know enough depressing things
Ain’t lost nobody dear to me
to crime, “only time and jealousy”
I know a nigga overthink
Tell me twice it’s twice as loud
I missed the fucking point again
Rewind and no one make a sound
I’m standing on the shit I say
I’m standing on they necks today
Cause that’s what Dot told me to do
And if Dot told me that why the fuck would I listen to you
I got the devil in my ear like why the fuck should I listen to truth
Whatchu mean micro visions is cool
You better grab you a tool, another eighth and get baked like white girls at the pool
I need lament in a wine glass, hoping for a fine ass ready to spool
It’s all good as long as I don’t turn on the news
Spend my day learning python in my cubicle
AC hurtin my throat but keepin us extra cool
Then I play games at night, maybe KOF, DNF DUEL
And it’s all good as long as I don’t turn on the news
Learn too slow, and I need my options
When I get caught it’s hard to stop it
Rant and raving all off topic
People want payment, cops get profit
Claim no hood I’m from my momma
Ain’t no book to gander proper
Propaganda rampin on a
Toddlers feed Tiktok imposters
Postin high on grabba talkin
On some shit they read on Insta
Crusty memes from chuckie finstas
Gigglin for a click or just some dick
Who want engagement
cause he profit flippin pages
Fuck a school it’s wackademia
This tragic shit done messed me up, alright?
Spend my day learning python in my cubicle
AC hurtin my throat but keepin us extra cool
Then I play games at night, maybe KOF, DNF DUEL
And it’s all good as long as I don’t turn on the news
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5. |
.LOGEKING
03:01
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Switch up how I’m approaching things
I feel like Sogeking
Online niggas knowing things
Cept how the flow is king
Yeah I’m masked up, teary eyed but I ain’t no bitch
Look what I’m constructin
Mad already I ain’t even rich
Stocked up down to fire stars
If they fire start
My spark become a bounty to a lowly pirate mark
Yar, We are not akin, y’all just nosey, Been
on the sea for quite some time, still get sick when danger honin in
But I’m still with it if the homies still with it
I been working on my merry
But sometimes you gotta ditch it
Byproduct of this distance
Out of my mind but that’s where the practice kicks in
Saved by the downtime
I am seasoned with resilience
Yeah we bluff, yeah we aim, yeah we hit,
Yeah we strut to our own theme song,
And we don’t mean no harm,
And it’s always ho ho home, wherever we go so
Yeah we bluff, yeah we aim, yeah we hit,
Yeah we strut to our own theme song,
And we don’t mean harm,
And it’s always ho ho home, wherever we go so
Do you seek to gatekeep the human mind?
If the power exists it’s in the wrong hands every time
Does there lie something stronger than words?
Some input? Guiding behavior?
It sounds absurd and I have nothing tangible backing my words
I fear muscle will trump all invention
And all of invention is tendons eventually
They keep rowing, their bones start crackling
I’ve seen us shine as we carry on happily
Moments arise but it’s laden with apathy
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Byproduct of this distance
Out of my mind but that’s where the practice kicks in
Saved by the downtime
I am seasoned with resilience
Yeah we bluff, yeah we aim, yeah we hit,
Yeah we strut to our own theme song,
And we don’t mean no harm,
And it’s always ho ho home, wherever we go so
Let’s go!
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6. |
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It feels like a chase
It feels like a cage
I know they feel it too
It's always stokin flames
Where's the lovers? All the fighters fucked the club up
Chili's with the billies, getcha grub up
Man I spent the day blazed right outside a suntrust (rip)
New drop then I hit my praise the sun strut
Boy I haven't been right since they Ba Sing Se'd em
Stuck in the lab, stack of masks and an apron
Synths, drum pads, new gas, same cadence,
Battling the world, personel battle stations
Drop gems, see red, no chun-li
See green, drop bread, no hungry
Old man, big gats, no company
No hare, still Frank, no bunny
No busters, less I say what up Raheem
Shoutout O_Sub, that's my Team
Y'all thought you were runnin it with my gleam?
Minding my steam, nigga I am lightning,
Whoa. Fall back in obscurity.
And face your fears next time you feel sturdy
It feels like a chase
It feels like a cage
I know they feel it too
It's always stoking flames
Where's the lovers? All The fighters fucked the club up
Chili's with the billies getcha grub up
Man I spent the day blazed outside the Suntrust (again rip)
New drop then I hit my praise the Sun strut
DjRichardJohnson
WE RUNNIN MAG.LO ALL NIGHT
Sometimes (SOMETIMES)
This shit don't work (DON'T WORK)
At all, baby
Sometimes (SOMETIMES)
This shit don't work
The way
I wanted it to, BITCH
ooooooo
It don't work the way
It don't work the way I want it tooooooooo bitch.
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