lyrics
Don’t got the vocal tract length, though I hope that that changes
I’m over bad tapes, but I’m known to cascade
Lotta tracks if I’m in the mood, lower pass gate’s
Getting fiddled with, voice crack more in bad taste so I space.
Young kid tramping in the cockleburs
Ample with the wet, wet samples like an aquifer
And looking on authority with distaste
Dictators gotta nictate, rictus on a dickface
Honorary girl during playground fights
But catching up on books chilling in the shade sound nice
Sit staring out the window on a long ride home
They say the clothes make the man but it’s not quite so, and
Now I’m civilized, "it's a living" are the words I quibble by
Sybiline, like to live a little, never live a lie
Minimize LinkedIn, waste another Tuesday,
Sip another Cinderella, kiss another bluejay
Hope there's more to life than dying in the drains
Hope there's more to it than crying in the rain
Hope there's more to be attained, hope there's more
to life than mortals and their poetry remains
Hope there's more to it than muscle, hope there's more to me than brains (x2)
Thrown out rules, play the game in homebrew
Got tired of my town, needed HM02
And tapes and Pro Tools and lasers, old school
A place to go home or a day with no rules
He says I got a dollface, formica bones
Sitting all day, more time alone
Gotta work on my foresight, always composed
At the ballgame, courtside, form like a ghost, woah.
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AFAD,
released February 7, 2021
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