gatsby

Smile city is slummin-something is really wrong. Sound silly like really on psylocib-e-on No room tomb sized living small Church choir mosque bells same block same hell Common en-e-my, common poverty Common hunger please gimme karma can we eat Got a million heads in a mile of streets Caught in small world too many peeps Man selling water for a dollar that he cannot drink Women stick together stuck with HIV Children picking trash trynna find some meat Bones carved alone for a living barely eked Dogs in a pile skinny all gone to sleep Smiles all I see still smiles all I see Must be something wrong with me Why I'm never flashing teeth Orphan boy Polaroid stole the toy from his neighbor He don't ask for paper, he don't ask for water He asks for my watch say he wants to look famous Tummy rubbing cousin just want something for starvation And here I am thinking I knew what-its-like-to suffer I'm a lucky fucker Still I'm fuckin puzzled How the city slummin more lovin than the top How they stick together riches driving us apart All the money in the world maybe we be poor at heart I seen a broke man share and a rich man not I seen a gang-sta care while the presi-dent golfs If life seem unfair first check what you got Cause the people who got nothin never show it all. Huh. (1:34) Smile city, smile smile smile city. X8 (1:56) Look. These paths are paved with plastic While yours are paved with gold Highway coming, trading people for a road Wolf blowin houses made of straw How the… president goin help em when elected by the mob I write my wish to right the riches wrongs, To fight with fists up, to tear the walls down, Stick, up for what's right, n to be heard loud, But, the bigger problem here, ain't even around The tribes were separated by outsiders to the land Some were given power while the rest suppressed and killed But even those with power still controlled by western hands How the fuck we going be proud to be the cause of all these deaths Oh we think we civilized because we are the west But I ain't seen more civil eyes than those with nothing left all I see are dimple smiles from those who live with less. Bless. Smile city. Smile smile smile city. X4

I was raised to Give what I had When I met you Almost nothing left So when you left me It took all I had Just to bounce back Switch that, cockiness To honesty and honor lit My kinda burned fire Tinder never the spark I’m timid tend to be dark But if you let me just start To love it never de-parts So when you left me my heart Split into a million parts You took it and left me wondering How to numb all the hurt I put it in locked boxes and Offered my whole wallets and Tried to be cool honest I’m trynna be who I am But finding the lost pieces Left me like right, leftie You left me my light empty You left me my vice heavy You left me with dice deadly You left me I still love you Don’t let me just love empti-ness Tell me that love over come Nova-cane hug loner love Stoner love drugs over the Love on its other side Love the lie, that the high Never falls, yet I fall Like I’m all, liquor, so sick of Cold gimme love gimme warmth Gimme love gimme love gimme love Gimme a, reason why, why don’t fly Away. Fly away. Fly away. Smile today Toooo-gether forever I’m looking never a-lone again Baby I’m grown, a man Looking for home, intense Took what I had, in sense Put in the bank, invest Time to give thanks, And rest, time to be high And blessed, looking inside The chest, pirates we ri-ding High and we fly with less It’s time that we fly and left Smiling inside we blessed Time to be small has left It’s time that we try to be More than we was and just Swore to be true, it don’t, Gotta be you, but I want it with you, And I wanna be true And I wanna make you Feel the way that I felt The first day that we met Every day we have left. I know the way that it’s been I know the things that I want I need a person to love And a reason to ride. Cold gimme love gimme warmth Gimme love gimme love gimme love Gimme a, reason why, why don’t fly Away. Fly away. Fly away. Smile today So, okay I got choices Okay you got choices Just listen in my voice if I’m missing what you need Baby we could up and leave We could live and be Any place you want to be Any choice you want to make Anything you want I’ll make Anything you want in space Anything you want I got I’ll take I’ll the time it takes Cause I won’t find no one like you I’m trynna find the one that makes Me feel love un-con-ditionally Feel love make me wish that the Real love was with you Real love will set us free No con-ditions please Still too early please. Gimme love babe Gimme love please.

Calling your name - CANIS MAJOR Intro Honestly. I didn’t feel like I was right to write This song. But I felt If anyone Deserved one.... Well Verse 1 It’s the man with the smoke Hookah lair in his house It’s the man, I mean man, Grown told us why and how. How to clean the bowl How to pack hashesh How to keep a home How to blow them rings How to get a girl How to handle pain How to love the brain How to die in peace I don’t really think I’m the one to write this. Missed your funeral On a roll honor light shit Heard the news Dropped on twos Then to fours Startin fights with them.. Nine eleven Arab hating mother fucking Self righteous, angry when I write this. I’m sorry... Tay, moor I’ve been bitten by The sword n I felt so life less… Then I ‘member how a life lived… Too young, too long, kid fight-ing Age of a boy, walk of a man Heart of li-on, thoughts of a ti-tan Fuck, I’m still fighting Rain drop, pu-pil, light head… Bridge And I’m sorry, please Just tell me you knew That I’m sorry. That I thank you. For the Times that we had too, Short but we had true Friends and some good times, All Ends in it’s due time, just, you You We’re too bright. Chorus Pain all ways divides. all ways divides all ways divides all ways divides all ways divides Tayyy Mooori Mooori Verse 2 I shoulda been there Shoulda been where All your friends were But I’ve been scared Ever since then Ever since when I done missed that Haven’t said hi, not to heya Haven’t wrote out, all my feelings How I hate how, I don’t feel it Numb in my lungs Every drug that I inhale Blink back see that Day you were bleeding… Think back sinks in Pain that we keep in Fuck. No. It’s kept in. Gone, still a lesson Gone, still a blessing Gone, still the message Live, don’t forget this Life, short and reckless Pipes…- don’t… fix the headless Might just…trick the devils Fighting through what kills us Fighting through the hellos... Knowing they all good byes And none of them as good as The one I saw in your eyes So thank you for your short time And bless you for the war cry You leave inside of your mind. Bridge/Outro And I’m sorry, please Just tell me you knew That I’m sorry. That I thank you. For the Times that we had too, Short but we had true Friends and some good times, All Ends in it’s due time, just, you You We’re too bright. Chorus Pain all ways divides. all ways divides all ways divides all ways divides all ways divides Tayyy Mooori Mooori

Fuck, it’s like You never jus want talk ever-y damn day, I get ever so more stuck, You like bever-ly damn hills Im jacking my Jill stop Just bare-ly feel lots Sin-cere-ly please stop Un-fairi-Ly text up? At 2 in the A M I’m terribly still stuck In merrily your web I bare-ly hold on You carry me still, drop Don’t care how we end, up Just care that the nights long When heaven-ly sent love Is staring at my wrongs And saying that they right But never to stay long She ever to leave quick And sever when gets hard She’s stolen my step stones Colder my heart grows, Get older might stop smoke Just don’t let the stars go Been toking to keep hope But open to new dope Like focus an sweet growth Like coping with love lost Like letting one back in The moments I keep closed Go wherever we go Go wherever we go Go wherever we go Chorus 1:06 You’re killing me sweet smoke The sin of a seed sowed We Finna be re-broke Spending my last cent You’re killing me sweet hope Telling me we know Better than they know Pretending for the, show You’re killing me, B, don’t Keep telling yourself smoke, Ain’t nothin’ but lil fun Blood coming from your lungs. You’re killing me sweet smoke, You’re killing me sweet hope, You’re killing me, b, don’t Keep numbing and e-lope Verse 2 (1:28) When nothin done gone well Keep nothin’ and leave young I been a freak, numb, and a part of my Free-dom, was just lost when I’s too young N’ I tried to be real me But I’s lost in a pill pop And puffin I can’t stop It’s something I can help But something I won’t stop Cause something inside broke When I heard my love dropped Another one gone young, but the first that I’d real known, the worst is that she know The reasons that she’s gone The same that I keep smoke The reason I bleed lungs The pain that had pushed you The same that’s in my bones But still I’m going keep strong Cause I promised that I would You promised you’d say help If ever was too much But now that it’s too late I think of it can’t sleep The things that I coulda done I carry like picked scars The scariest thing is I’m doing the same stuff That fate should have picked you Weighs heavily my heart The heavens have plus one Still see you in the stars. Wherever that we go Wherever that we go Wherever that we go Wherever that we go That fate should have picked you Weighs heavily my heart The heavens have plus one Still see you in the stars. 2:30 You’re killing me sweet smoke The sin of a seed sowed We Finna be re-broke Spending my last cent You’re killing me sweet hope Telling me we know Better than they know Pretending for the, show You’re killing me, B, don’t Keep telling yourself smoke, Ain’t nothin’ but lil fun Blood coming from your lungs. You’re killing me sweet smoke, You’re killing me sweet hope, You’re killing me, b, don’t Keep numbing and e-lope Bridge - 2:52 Done with the fiend broke,- Still got time to be re-wrote I’m trynna just keep hope And smiling cause she knows. I’m trynna be me more It’s easy to act fake It’s easy to lose hope Ain’t easy to have faith I’m trynna have real freinds But none of them seem stay Maybe it’s me, hate- When it’s late and I think things Been patient but waiting Been changing but hated Just numb it you ain’t young you gone feel that la-ter (3:15) outro I’m jaded, cause day to day,- This weight is the way to Change, and the more that I show my face Then the more that the haters hate The more that I’m acting fake The more that them haters praise How finally I done changed While locked in a cellar cage A sell out my cell is pain N I tell it on every page But still I ain’t never change Cause no-body really listen I’m feeling them start to fade I’m feeling the stars burn I’m feeling the pain age, But still I just keep kidding I’m feeling a fucked feeling The one when you’re stuck feeling That everything fucked feeling Fuck everything fuck feeling.

Instrumental: M O B B I N - Kampsy

Beat by Elevated

Instrumental by SonoBeats

prod. Bliss Lyrics: Too much talkin’ Not enough listen Where the God This world is missin Who’d a thought We’d be the victims, Of our own, Good intentions Pullin’ cars and Off the wagon Foolish thoughts I often have em Momma hates the Cigs I’m dragin’ Imma change It’s just a habit Not an addict Just a fad a Passing phase My ass is faded. Fuck.. Not a nodder Not a tweaker Not a drunk Just high as fuck. Ambition is missin But so is the stress and I’m thinkin’ it’s better But feelin’ depressed. Blow tree like the weather- To feel like I’m blessed… Blow tree like the weather… Just to forget I-don’t really, Need-this shit. I don’t even, Feel the hit I don’t really Feel a thing That’s a fucked up Feelin’ man. Wanna fuckin’ Feel again Say today Like yesterday That Imma quit… One day I will. Before the day The smoke will kill. Start livin blessed and Feelin’ Self. Start livin less In fear of self. Aim for stars Start seein’ wealth Paint, inner world Outer fix itself Pain, how the world Learn-to change it-self I learned to stay the self Through de-structive times… Instructive lows And love the highs Tough to find The love inside But love inside Is soul, spine From so depressed To so divine I’m soaked as hell With hope for life I hope it’s real I cope with time… My people weird My people fly No evil here My people light Grateful for The day divine We grateful for This loving life We grateful for The day we die. I-don’t really, Need-a hit. I don’t even, Feel depressed I been feelin’ Focused and What a fuckin Feelin man. God I fuckin’ Feel again Love today Like yesterday I’ll never quit… This heaven sent Blessed life Live and love Love never dies

Beat: Chum - Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics: I’m loo-king for-a Girl… Who love-me like-I,- love my, See’lf… Don’t, care-you think-Con.- Ceit Cuz.. Baaa’- by I-can Back-It Uu’p… Goin’, Make-it as-a Sta’ar-like I planned it, To-the sky,- high Heaven’s or I’ll land and- Keep it grounded… Now, I may-be just a peasant To the princess- es of- insta- gram, n’ maybe stacks Of pa-per don’t exist I bare-ly pay the rent, and may-be I’m a stay this way for Yeea’rs be-fore it e-ver Change But ba-by I could take-you where the pa-per ne-ver could… Grate-ful I.. Hit-Beyond.. Li,- mits y’all.. Simple-ton.. Livin’ in.. Doughey-Ass.. Bo-xes.. Sorry I’m Ho-nest, it’s all my Pro’blems Ain’t yah Pro’blems... There’s, a part-of me-that’s Hard-to-Meet So Pardon Me for Try’in, not a Carter Wayne, a Bruce, I-made my grave my-self… but a-part of-me de-parted cuz I’m try-na be my-self… and a-part of-me is dy-in’ cuz I’m breathing all this Smo’ke, Caught up Actin’ Hard-er gett-in Hard-er Bein’ Dope, So’rry I’m-the cause of all your,- wo-rries,- I’m a broke.- Fail- ‘ure Co’pe,- Way-of Ho’pe, Weigh-my Lu’ngs, Wa’it… I’m a… Hope-less Dope-Fiend Turned Dope-less Hope-fiend Turned, Coat-less Cold-est Home-less Know-it’s... Goin’-Get, better-so-I, won’t- damn,- listen-to-the Go.- Get.- Better- I’m a Cool.- Cat.- Vet-er-en,- a Hood-Rat Sweater-Vest, A Kool.- Aid.- Soo—ma.- Li’er My Foot-Ate from Stoop-in’-Say-in’… Myyy… Mulaa- ’s All Maalo, I lo’ok li’ke my Co’llar Wa’s Po’pped U’p I’n Co’llege, Bu’t co’llege my Kryp-to-ni’te ca’lling Ke’ep… Callin’ me, Ca’ll it a Si’gn, or Ca’ll it a Whi’ne, I’m Wa’llin’ My’Se’lf… Fro’m,- A’ll of the Chum… Eye out for God-dess, For-get a Bu-gatti, a Be-ggar Like- Wa-llet, no Va-let, I’ll Pa’rk it, Call Co-lle’ct on Pro’zac, My Coat Ha’ng cuz My We’ight, Ke’ep Dro’ppin’, I’m, Staar’-vin’, Caught up like I Staa’rt La’te, Co.- lor- Of Ma’ yo, I Catch up li’ke, Caar’- pe, My die’m Hi’enz Si’ght Dis’- Tor’- ted, like new Day, No, Laa- tte, to 2 Girls in Staa’r- bucks. Who Say.- 2-Chains.- be-tter than one Reaal one, Tooth- Ache.- I’m Chew.- ing, My Eaa’r- Off, Who Say, That-we Ain’t, New E’era, Dol’-ce Goo’d- Bye, now. You’ll Co- Pay my Is- land, When One Day I’m,- Hi’gh- er Than Co’ke heads with Cash Flow, or Na-sa In-spiired by Race-Wars turned Space-Wars No Pay for the Tii’red, Mo’re Pain’ful, less Val-ue, A -ccor- ding, to Maa’r- kets, My La- bor’s No La- bor what They Know bout’ Paa’- ssion, Ha- lo off Baa’- lance, Who pay for a Sa’ -l’ry of Pro-phets & Tra’v- l’ers, Car- pe this Di- em cuz Mor-row’s not Pro- mised, Par- le on Par- ty My A’rt Day’s, Just, Star-ting.

Instrumental: Faucet - Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics: Been Thinkin Mo'- Paper Might-Pay-For My Pro’,- blems But Pe-ople keep sayin- mo’ money mo’ Tro’,- uble… Want-No-Part-of-that- Noo’n- Sense, Be a part of a Conquest, Con-se-quence, Comin’, Kar-ma Gettin’ Close So… Pa’rdon-Me-Sir There’s a part, of me, Swerve, Cayn’t, help but Ob-serve ’S all takin’ a turn, Breakin at seams… Not See’ing the Cell, so I’m Blamin’ my-self… May-be the Re’al… Sa’tan is Mi’rrors Break-in’ em’ still, Makin’ em feel’, Strong, Tal-kin’ to a… Mi-rage, Ge’t Lo’st… Hun-Gry… Wish I had some Mo-ney Bish You think this Fu-nny? Livin’-on-Smoke n’ Honey? What Li-ttle we Get we Blowin’ No Mi-ddle I’ll end up O-ver, The Railin’, the Rain is Pourin’ No Major-a-Major Fai’lu’re, From here to the Bart to ‘Bados I’m here to de’part a Player Don’t Ca’re wha’t-the-Fuck-I’m Wearin’,…A-ppere’-ly, Hngh? Paired with—a-pair-of-jeans, notice My socks suck, mis-matched like Two Di-fferent, Each Bitten, Kit-Kats Mis-matched like 6’7, v 7’6, Tacko ‘bout Hella tall, the Heavens A’bove the Rim, Mis-matched like one red-head left, (lights match) Struck up, stuck up, no luck, no light, Fuck. A Pair-of-Matches Tinder me’, but I ne’ed, fire. Like Mix-Tapes on Street-Ways from Hear-Say of Weird Gangs, clear eyes, full hearts I… Still choose booze, don’t need you I’ll See,- duce My, self, Monkey-do What he-See, seen see-saw’d Health Sea’s all left, guess the bee’s were right. Gla-ciers melt like Drinks on ice, Think less Nice, I think more Tight, Blink my E’yes Ayyyy, ain’t this nice. E’scaped like a The-ist mouse, from a Sci-ence Ma’ze I’m Neo Proud, of-my Zi’- on place, Not Neo-Pride, Take Prii’de as Hate, Don’t pry no Eyes, We’re all A’- Wake, Don’t know a-bout you, but I don’t know-a Bad babe, Just ones in bad Homes, Co’old He’arts ca’an’t lo’ove, they say what They Lea’rned, I’m sayi’ng I’m hu’rt, but e’- very’- one Was, Let’s end all this hu’rt And Drop down Our A’arms, Shoulders are So’ore, from holding them up, Cold like a So’re Been actin’ Ugly as Fuck. Pigeons don’t Soar, cuz, trash on the Floor, still E-di-ble, Share With the folks, with hands out Be-Cause, They look a Lot like yours. Just raw from Tours Fight and Serve, Take your pills, sleep on boards, keep your guns, I’ll use my words. Like Taught in School, not Taught to you, cause Cotton Glu’ed, your tongue in two.

Beat by Taylor King Lyrics: I been e-levated to the staaars, in a-partments… hey Hobbled-lately-gobble-food Fruit from a far land Sobbin baby neighbor betta Moove get an i-sland Sa-bu watching you, scared of noise, get annoyed Pair of shoes, for the jour-ney Paranoid that-I’m-earning-less-than Her.. vice-a-verse.. lesson learned.. just O..Ccured-to-me. That-I-wanna Burn doobie. gimme-all-the hErb Scoobie Mystery is,- served tru-ly Mixin-up a Serrum,- Use-in’ Syrr’p for-my-Li-quor Slurrr’nnnn Serve a serr-mon Passtor passsed out, pass the Fawkes masks out, Path to-pop-up-missin Gett-in’ quicker Hngh! News never new Some Body Comin’ For you, Get more Guns to Keep the Guns A-way, Build-a-Wall-to-Keep-I-lle-gal-A-lie-ans-At-bay, Gimme All Oil Or Else Air Raid For’eign pol’icy Seem,- For’eign lil’ Strange Wo’rld To’ur of Wa’r To’rn La’nds Wa’ter So’ld like Oi’l Ma’ke the Na’tives Pa’y the Bi’ll, by the Bo’ttle, Got-a Rea’l Pro’blem, On the Real Imma, Pill Poppin’ Still Coughin’, We’ird Ki’nna, Ill Prophet Still-in My’, Self Kno’wledge Cell,- Trynna Make Bail in Pe-sos, and take Care My Pace slows, No space for O-A-sis, Em-brace Been a Day Since, I Pray-ed too Im-patient Life Cut & Pasted, too plastered to face these, Cookie Cutter faces, Fully Covered Lust for the Strange-ness, Caged in, truly it’s a Zoo we Ani-mated Kinna Moody, Kinda Faded, Tired of Takin’ Or-ders Trynna make ‘em, Time to Make Up, Mile-in-my-Snea-kers Worn, Pile up the Pro’blem’s I’m, Pro’ud like a pack of Li’ons Pound for Pound Belt Got No Ti-tles, That Don’t Stop Me- I’ll Sur-vive Ob-scur-it-y, Po.- ten-Tial Out of Reach, On’ly-I-know how long I-been-at-this No,- Sa’lary for Sweat n’ tears On Satu’rns rings, I’m out of space Need Ca-tar-acs, don’t wanna’-See The Mi’rror, We’re Al-most The’re, We’re Al-most He’re, Wo’rth the Wa’it Well Ti’me Will-Te’ll, Worth my We’ight, in Pa’per Pla’nes,

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Beat by Bless Brian

Feat. freestyle by Scrape Beat by DJ nu

Rapping over Drake's 0 to 100

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