Monday, September 26, 2016
Drops of Jupiter
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time a to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you... Even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had... And me
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Brick By Boring Brick
She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest she can figure out
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest she can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Well make sure to build your home brick by boring brick
Or the wolf's gonna blow it down
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
When your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
We'll bury the castle, bury the castle
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
We'll bury the castle, bury the castle
Woah
Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be, yeah
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
We'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
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Ba da ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba da ba ba
Monday, May 2, 2016
Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5
"Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5"
Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits wear it.
I’ve become a freak of nature all the kids stare at.
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring, saying fuck school and dropping out like a miscarriage.
I’m embarrassed, and I’m ashamed I’ve played a part in this devilish game making your common sense perish.
But I ain’t taking the full blame cause most of you chumps running around here ain’t never had strict parents.
All of your brain cells rotting from weed.
You feeling like if you ain’t got it your life’s not as complete.
You having sex with every motherfucking body you see.
With a past so dark, that Satan'd jump out of his seat.
But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep.
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean.
While your favourite rappers like, yeah he got it from me.
You’ve been brainwashed by a fake life that you used to living.
When I say the word fun, what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew and chilling with clueless women you try and bang, bumping new edition.
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so, then you’re a fucking idiot.
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it.
Matter fact, you don’t even deserve a brain, GIVE ME IT.
Do you even have any goals?
Aside from bagging these hoes.
And packing a bowl.
Well let me guess, NO.
You’re only in school because your parents make you go.
When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros.
Yo, society’s got you living for a whack cause.
You’re a fucking adult with no skills at all.
You don’t read any books or play ball.
You don’t draw, you literally do nothing at all.
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits you don’t have, cause you idolize rappers that do.
And all they say is, ‘I got money and it’s stacked to the roof’.
And now you think that it’s gon’ magically just happen to you? How?
Your lazy ass don’t commit to labour.
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two-minutes later.
Then you complain about your life cause it ain’t getting catered.
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit’s a hater.
You want to succeed you have to try.
Or one day you’ll get older and regret it all cause you can’t provide.
Your friends are low-lives don’t act surprised.
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice.
Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo.
Bitch! That’s a fucking lie.
You always talk about how every man’s fake and you can’t take it, and you want something real, shut up tramp, save it.
Twice a week you put on your make-up and damn bracelets and head to the club, half naked with your ass shaking.
Pulling a low-life nigga who claim he cash making.
Till you let him hit and find out he works at a gas station.
One of them niggas got you pregnant, and you can’t raise it.
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement.
You want Romeo? Then act patient.
And stop fronting, like he in the club, posting in the back waiting.
It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona.
After they get loaded with a few Coronas.
They always shouting and wile out with habits that very few condone of.
Then they look for beautiful, brainless bitches like you to bone ‘em.
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry.
Talking ‘bout, "Oh my god I can’t find a guy, I’ve spent so many years and I’ve tried and tried, why am I even on Earth? I should die."
You want Romeo, you’re not worthy, you’re cock thirsty.
You’re nasty and probably got Herpes.
Sometimes the secret to find, is to stop searching.
Try a new formula, cause your last one’s not working.
The term ‘real nigga’ is publicly used.
And I need to know what it means, cause I’m fucking confused.
Are you one? For always busting your tool, with nothing to lose, or something to prove, to homies up in your crew.
Is it because you selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how done been shot and stabbed, like it's fun to be you?
But your life’s a struggle right, you just hustling through.
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in the loop.
Man, why do black people got to be the only ones who can’t evolve.
Cause you in the streets acting like a Neanderthal.
It’s clear you can’t stand the law, you lost as an abandoned dog.
And all you interested in is fighting, rapping and basketball.
I can’t even fuck with you.
Cause if we out in public you gon’ get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble too.
You’ll get old and be nothing.
Living life in these streets thugging, and starting shit with anybody, mean mugging.
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life’s cool.
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you.
Till you grabbed their heart and shoved a spear head right through.
Then they regret it because it wasn’t the right move.
Your real nigga talk seems bogus.
A real nigga don’t brag about being real, as long as he knows it.
And his future doesn’t seem hopeless.
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit and he keeps focused.
So all you rappers whose soul is out on the wrong.
You inspired the issue I wrote about in this song.
You go to prowl on the young.
Who roam around in the slums.
See this is what happens when rap is overcrowded with bums.
Hope the hour is long, when I’m rolling out with your tongue.
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong.
All you menacing freaks, are only in this for cheese.
And the mass controlled limit was breached, FUCK Hip Hop.
They only in it for cheese.
And any eye witness can see, they purposely making the innocent weak.
My existence on this planet’s for you, I ain’t only here to benefit me.
Yo, we need to make a change while there’s still time.
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine.
I can guide you if you feel blind.
I just need you to be willing to journey into my Ill Mind.
I’ve become a freak of nature all the kids stare at.
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring, saying fuck school and dropping out like a miscarriage.
I’m embarrassed, and I’m ashamed I’ve played a part in this devilish game making your common sense perish.
But I ain’t taking the full blame cause most of you chumps running around here ain’t never had strict parents.
All of your brain cells rotting from weed.
You feeling like if you ain’t got it your life’s not as complete.
You having sex with every motherfucking body you see.
With a past so dark, that Satan'd jump out of his seat.
But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep.
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean.
While your favourite rappers like, yeah he got it from me.
You’ve been brainwashed by a fake life that you used to living.
When I say the word fun, what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew and chilling with clueless women you try and bang, bumping new edition.
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so, then you’re a fucking idiot.
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it.
Matter fact, you don’t even deserve a brain, GIVE ME IT.
Do you even have any goals?
Aside from bagging these hoes.
And packing a bowl.
Well let me guess, NO.
You’re only in school because your parents make you go.
When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros.
Yo, society’s got you living for a whack cause.
You’re a fucking adult with no skills at all.
You don’t read any books or play ball.
You don’t draw, you literally do nothing at all.
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits you don’t have, cause you idolize rappers that do.
And all they say is, ‘I got money and it’s stacked to the roof’.
And now you think that it’s gon’ magically just happen to you? How?
Your lazy ass don’t commit to labour.
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two-minutes later.
Then you complain about your life cause it ain’t getting catered.
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit’s a hater.
You want to succeed you have to try.
Or one day you’ll get older and regret it all cause you can’t provide.
Your friends are low-lives don’t act surprised.
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice.
Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo.
Bitch! That’s a fucking lie.
You always talk about how every man’s fake and you can’t take it, and you want something real, shut up tramp, save it.
Twice a week you put on your make-up and damn bracelets and head to the club, half naked with your ass shaking.
Pulling a low-life nigga who claim he cash making.
Till you let him hit and find out he works at a gas station.
One of them niggas got you pregnant, and you can’t raise it.
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement.
You want Romeo? Then act patient.
And stop fronting, like he in the club, posting in the back waiting.
It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona.
After they get loaded with a few Coronas.
They always shouting and wile out with habits that very few condone of.
Then they look for beautiful, brainless bitches like you to bone ‘em.
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry.
Talking ‘bout, "Oh my god I can’t find a guy, I’ve spent so many years and I’ve tried and tried, why am I even on Earth? I should die."
You want Romeo, you’re not worthy, you’re cock thirsty.
You’re nasty and probably got Herpes.
Sometimes the secret to find, is to stop searching.
Try a new formula, cause your last one’s not working.
The term ‘real nigga’ is publicly used.
And I need to know what it means, cause I’m fucking confused.
Are you one? For always busting your tool, with nothing to lose, or something to prove, to homies up in your crew.
Is it because you selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how done been shot and stabbed, like it's fun to be you?
But your life’s a struggle right, you just hustling through.
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in the loop.
Man, why do black people got to be the only ones who can’t evolve.
Cause you in the streets acting like a Neanderthal.
It’s clear you can’t stand the law, you lost as an abandoned dog.
And all you interested in is fighting, rapping and basketball.
I can’t even fuck with you.
Cause if we out in public you gon’ get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble too.
You’ll get old and be nothing.
Living life in these streets thugging, and starting shit with anybody, mean mugging.
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life’s cool.
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you.
Till you grabbed their heart and shoved a spear head right through.
Then they regret it because it wasn’t the right move.
Your real nigga talk seems bogus.
A real nigga don’t brag about being real, as long as he knows it.
And his future doesn’t seem hopeless.
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit and he keeps focused.
So all you rappers whose soul is out on the wrong.
You inspired the issue I wrote about in this song.
You go to prowl on the young.
Who roam around in the slums.
See this is what happens when rap is overcrowded with bums.
Hope the hour is long, when I’m rolling out with your tongue.
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong.
All you menacing freaks, are only in this for cheese.
And the mass controlled limit was breached, FUCK Hip Hop.
They only in it for cheese.
And any eye witness can see, they purposely making the innocent weak.
My existence on this planet’s for you, I ain’t only here to benefit me.
Yo, we need to make a change while there’s still time.
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine.
I can guide you if you feel blind.
I just need you to be willing to journey into my Ill Mind.
Friday, April 22, 2016
"Somebody That I Used To Know" (covered -- original is by Gotye)
"Somebody That I Used To Know"
(originally by Gotye)
[Marshall:]
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
[Gianni:]
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
[Sarah:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
[Gianni:]
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
(I used to know)
Now you're just somebody that I used to know (That I used to know)
Somebody
(I used to know)
Now you're just somebody that I used to know (That I used to know)
(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
Somebody
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
[Gianni:]
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
[Sarah:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
[Gianni:]
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
(I used to know)
Now you're just somebody that I used to know (That I used to know)
Somebody
(I used to know)
Now you're just somebody that I used to know (That I used to know)
(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
Somebody
Saturday, April 9, 2016
"Freak Like Me"
Let me lay it on the line
I got a little freakiness inside
And you know that a man has gotta feel with it (with it, with it)
I don't care what they say
I'm not about to pay nobody's way
'Cos it's all about the dark in me (mmm)
I wanna freak in the morning
Freak in the evening
Just like me
I need a rough neck brother that can satisfy me
Just for me
If you are that kind of man
'Cos I'm that kind of girl
I've gotta freaky secret everybody sing
'Cos we don't give a damn about a thing
Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
Boy you're moving kinda slow
You gotta keep up now
There you go
That's just something that a man must do (mmm mmm)
I'm packing all the things that you need
I got you shock up on your knees
'Cos it's all about the dark in me, yeah
I wanna freak in the morning
Freak in the evening
Just like me
I need a rough neck brother that can satisfy me
Just for me
If you are that kind of man
'Cos I'm that kind of girl
I've gotta freaky secret everybody sing
'Cos we don't give a damn about a thing
'Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
'Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift (Take you round the)
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
Good for me...
Good for me...
Good for me...
I got a little freakiness inside
And you know that a man has gotta feel with it (with it, with it)
I don't care what they say
I'm not about to pay nobody's way
'Cos it's all about the dark in me (mmm)
I wanna freak in the morning
Freak in the evening
Just like me
I need a rough neck brother that can satisfy me
Just for me
If you are that kind of man
'Cos I'm that kind of girl
I've gotta freaky secret everybody sing
'Cos we don't give a damn about a thing
Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
Boy you're moving kinda slow
You gotta keep up now
There you go
That's just something that a man must do (mmm mmm)
I'm packing all the things that you need
I got you shock up on your knees
'Cos it's all about the dark in me, yeah
I wanna freak in the morning
Freak in the evening
Just like me
I need a rough neck brother that can satisfy me
Just for me
If you are that kind of man
'Cos I'm that kind of girl
I've gotta freaky secret everybody sing
'Cos we don't give a damn about a thing
'Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
'Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift (Take you round the)
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
Good for me...
Good for me...
Good for me...
I got a little freakiness inside
And you know that a man has gotta feel with it (with it, with it)
I don't care what they say
I'm not about to pay nobody's way
'Cos it's all about the dark in me (mmm)
I wanna freak in the morning
Freak in the evening
Just like me
I need a rough neck brother that can satisfy me
Just for me
If you are that kind of man
'Cos I'm that kind of girl
I've gotta freaky secret everybody sing
'Cos we don't give a damn about a thing
Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
Boy you're moving kinda slow
You gotta keep up now
There you go
That's just something that a man must do (mmm mmm)
I'm packing all the things that you need
I got you shock up on your knees
'Cos it's all about the dark in me, yeah
I wanna freak in the morning
Freak in the evening
Just like me
I need a rough neck brother that can satisfy me
Just for me
If you are that kind of man
'Cos I'm that kind of girl
I've gotta freaky secret everybody sing
'Cos we don't give a damn about a thing
'Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
'Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift (Take you round the)
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
Good for me...
Good for me...
Good for me...
I got a little freakiness inside
And you know that a man has gotta feel with it (with it, with it)
I don't care what they say
I'm not about to pay nobody's way
'Cos it's all about the dark in me (mmm)
I wanna freak in the morning
Freak in the evening
Just like me
I need a rough neck brother that can satisfy me
Just for me
If you are that kind of man
'Cos I'm that kind of girl
I've gotta freaky secret everybody sing
'Cos we don't give a damn about a thing
Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
Boy you're moving kinda slow
You gotta keep up now
There you go
That's just something that a man must do (mmm mmm)
I'm packing all the things that you need
I got you shock up on your knees
'Cos it's all about the dark in me, yeah
I wanna freak in the morning
Freak in the evening
Just like me
I need a rough neck brother that can satisfy me
Just for me
If you are that kind of man
'Cos I'm that kind of girl
I've gotta freaky secret everybody sing
'Cos we don't give a damn about a thing
'Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
'Cos I will be a freak until the day
Until the dawn
And we can all through the night
To the early morn
Come on and we'll take you around the hood
On a gangster lift (Take you round the)
'Cos we can any time of day
It's all good for me
Good for me...
Good for me...
Good for me...
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