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1. |
Next yesterday
02:18
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I thought it was you that I hated
guess I just rubbed off on you
rebuking my pain
for shame
the washing ain’t clean
it just left cuts around the bruises
you hard to get ahold of
since you cut me loose
but I know your armor
ain’t bulletproof
got scars for the proof
my arms got it too
mostly my head though
blocking my view
I hardly can let go
and do the smart thing to do
I want you
but all the time that we asked for
is stacking faster
it’s practically ash now
“happily ever after”
is worth some tragic laughter
more likely shots from a blaster
in a cabbage pasture
I can’t capture
all my feelings on a page
I can’t say em all either
I can’t save myself today
I’ll save it for later
I got bro on the speaker
I want a feature
but in the future
I’ll be back on the past
the last night we had
shared I cared more
than I had ever before
and now you gone evermore
never to be tested again
Infinitely destined to end
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2. |
Too many steps
03:12
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Smithing up
my pick me up
spliffed it up
I skipped the sippy cup
you miss me huh?
well? I miss you kinda
like getting behind her
was like a line to me
and I had a lot of it
I’d trade my fucking life
for a Klonopin
or fucking you on the ottoman again
I’m odd you knew this when we met
back when we were only friends
back when I ate the hulks like pez
backbones can ache
the smoke will thin though
strength can show
with foes
just for your info
don’t get froze when the wind blow
slow it goes but I will grow
can’t keep going with your chin low
hands get cold and my shit gets old
it ain’t never sold
like rusty rims
and you can list my lust
but can we fuck again?
I miss you so damn much
and know we left it rough
but in the cuffs
I trusted you still
ripping up
my shoes in my cell
picked up
first thing when I woke up
I ain’t even toke up
moved over the curtains
saw two sherrifs lurking
I’m embarrassed
emergency workers
required
you hurt me
I hurt you times five
I’m a liar
you a liar
getting higher
I wish I was hugging
you tighter
this lighter
can pause it
but not forever
so I’m writing
and writing
and writing
and writing
I’m
spending these nights
doubting myself
doubting my worth
and wanting to down
absurd amounts
of those drugs
but doing nothing
just smoking
no bluffing
not joking
believe it or not
I’mma always have love
you deceived me too
when you was out fucking him
I was home sleeping without a clue
when you was out fucking him
I was at home needing you
when you was out fucking him
I guess I neglected you
I tried to do the best I could do
until you said I give up on you
P-tree
Too many steps to take in this life
to waste them on me
when something ain’t right
I always wanted it to work out
You always wanted us to shine
why
do so many lights
get
get lost in these nights
tossed to the side
blocked by these signs
that don’t give us any direction
maybe it’s the rest of our lives
so I can live with that I guess
I just pray you live the best
you can live
now you can live
we need to work out
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3. |
Ternate Tree
01:58
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Too many thoughts
crept my face in the faucet
I’m wasted
I’m coughing
I hate this
exhausted
I am but
I can’t shut this down
surrounded by my Conscience
Obnoxious it is
the Noxious scent
I’m Nauseous now
I ought to sit
but Aw shit
I’m spinning again
I’m awfully lit
how do I solve this
I’ll guess after I piss
I miss you now again
fuck
love struck lost
stuck under lust
lies live inside
as a pit in my gut
odd still wreak with pride
my mind ducking the guilt
it’s fried from the pills
I been stuffing to my gills this week
not ill but weak
tweaking off the xannies
I miss you and you’re family
I hope y’all understand me now but I doubt it
I hope y’all understand me now but I doubt it
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4. |
White Trail
03:04
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I don’t know
but that’s okay
I’ll find my way
with or without you standing in it
I’m withstanding every plan they made
I’m actually payed now
I got to say
that I’ve
been dumb before
yeah it’s all
been done before
don’t ignore it to help
but it’s okay
yeah it’s okay
you got me down
is that what you wanted
I’m on the ground again
that parking spot is
getting old to me
this is me
I’m sorry I’m not you wanted
I’m still alive
admittedly haunted by your energy
you treasured me?
well I got a another theory
yeah you hate the real me
and that’s okay too
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5. |
Machine Watch Only
01:00
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Flexing the lessons that I was taught by myself
extra introspection makes for arduous days
but ultimately more inner wealth
I’m even boring myself
these chores to fill up the shelf
stacking up
please afford me a sale
oh never mind it then
I’ll try the pen again
but never try lifting my sails
please tell me
why is it so hard to listen
why is it so hard
to fucking listen
listen
I got lyrics and beats
but you don’t mind that
a one track mind
tunnel vision on the Guap stack
malt liquor Perforating all your minds
get assigned bags I guess
but you’re the one who’s making the investment homie
evidently stormy
weathers wrecking your perspective
I’m not the type to correct it
just give my opinion
I mean what else can I do
can’t walk in your elf shoes
I gotta give myself boost
so go get spruced up
and if you don’t I won’t get juiced
cause I got my own stuff to do
I got this boom bat shit
some pads and new raps to spit
so I have to kick it
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6. |
The Cove
01:35
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7. |
Stone Chair
01:34
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Book me for a book
look
I don’t write hooks
I don’t like crooks
I been put down
I’ve been right too
I don’t care though
I just wanna skate
make songs too
right or wrong so
what your life bout?
gimme all that
take that back now
I don’t want that
lemme travel
not front that
I don’t need you
I just like that
only sometimes
gotta dumb mind
let the seeds grow
build a mountain
starving how I found it
strange how my foundation
strengthened with adjustments
I didn’t think I could I it
but now I’m onto something
keep nothing from crossing my mind now
4,7,8 time focus on mine then wind down
I’ve grown a whole bit
and I know it and as a bonus
you more than bogus
you locust
so don’t think I didn’t notice
my dome is potent
divide into a quotient
and I’m still the best opponent
go fuck yourself you’re hopeless
go fuck yourself you’re hopeless
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8. |
Old Post Road
02:29
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Everybody always tryna play
Catch up
bro catch up
you playing catch up
better not mess up
better not get messed up
better not get dressed today
best you just rest you fucked anyway
best neck a shotgun just like Hemingway
betting pay that you’re sweating and dismayed
getting on my way to say your setting will be late
laid out 8 feet down
cause I dug it myself
don’t get bugged when I’m telling this one
selling you shit
I quickly pitched up
and dished out
you fishing for a deeper sound
you couldn’t count
my talent
I’m more than happy
to be absent
of you phallic foes
I hope you know
you tragic but I doubt
you have it
understood
cause if you could
you’d know this road
was more than just some rows
or a street
it was home to me
and y’all infected
the best shit
no more two floors for me
or the seasons I spent in it
but fuck it
I ain’t tryna be desperate
I guess I’m moving on to the next
segment
I’m glad I didn’t get anyone pregnant
I’m glad to be the one who ejected
I’m blessed bitch
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9. |
Secret knock
03:18
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Like my blunt
how I like that stuff
light that up
write that
right there
get me high
oh fuck
I’m not
I’m running out of things to front
I lusted after leased the bud
I must’ve acted weak this month
I punched my last receipt to stunt
I lucked out lacked a need to jump
my plug collapsed the plead for bucks
he ducked a jab police had struck
I snuck him passed in my gm trunk
so he didn’t get bagged now we straight 
and on top of that
was a proper bag
that we promptly
smoked to the face
I’m a
big shooter?
dope commuter?
no sir
I’m rather close
to it though
right clothes
no fur
ice cold
might blow herb
but not the type to burnout
this the shit you wish you learned ‘bout
in your high school
turned out feisty though
nice on the mic
not polite when I fight
not a bitch either
no heater bro
Peter go 
off if I’m slicing the beat or
get accosted when crossing the street or
bossiness leaks off the beaks
of the opulent freaks who can speak more
than us
till my more organs turn to dust
and even after
I will be heeded
actually fuck it
keep your nasty feelings
I’mma be shattering ceilings
you can’t get scraps from my dealings
I’mma get racks from my healing
I don’t need packs for either
I won’t sit back when appealing
looking at all of the numbers
I don’t need that: to conceal it
that or for any other reason
anyone else wanna see it?
fuck that no bust back
can’t trust that I’m leaving
you wanna tuck that
big bad bucking
in a SnapBack
can’t see it
I’m a
big shooter?
dope commuter?
no sir
I’m rather close
to it though
right clothes
no fur
ice cold
might blow herb
but not the type to burnout
this the shit you wish you learned ‘bout
in your high school
[Verse 3]
but it turns out
too many wrong turns
has earned you
an urn now
sucks how it turned out
I had to stick around for the turnout
ain’t no more dicking around now
you clown how’s that sound
I found that pound damn near drowned wow
down for what’s bound
down for what’s bound
wreck the project
check off the objective
a relic I am in my head
irrelevant to them
oh well I’m mellow
why wallow
instead I’m confident truly
I send continent sized rockets
I put my set on my hands
I twist em hock you a loogie
missed em I got me a toolie gun
issues get duly done
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10. |
Clubhouse idea
02:27
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I’m climbing to nowhere
the spring in my step
isn’t bringing me stress
so far
o’s in possession
not woeful depression
but this Cold War
known to more or less
teach me lessons
for better or worse
each and every word
heard by you
not as often
as I spit it dude
not softened
by the ridicule
the opposite
in fact
the glossary reads
there’s mountains and peaks
been awkward and weak
and awfully deceived
but also awesome
and clean
not to floss on the scene
but I gotta give props to me
I hopped from ops
ain’t cop no plea
I bottomed out
and stopped to see
me
in the mirror
was a clearer image
I just needed to peer at it
and steer a little bit
nearer to it
don’t fear the dearer
here are warnings
warming up to tell you
I fell a few too times
to humor settling
for grimy shit
let em know here I am
if you want it though
come and find me bitch
aside from this
I ain’t got much left to say so
here’s some chords and drums
I played earlier in the day bro
ugh that was lame
I’m ought to just aim low
but walking
in the pen
made me not want to just lay down
I got the pen
and I got something to say now
gimme a minute though
I gotta shake this great loud
I need the banana strain
crossed with ak by the pound
you know I blaze it wild
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11. |
Buddha Statue
01:28
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Wreck the tomb going down
chest a few hits
to rescue my wits
check my kicks
need the shoe goo
neck the Yoo-hoo
rest then google
my best project
guess synonymous
with that I am
guest not on the list
oh well then scram
type to shake his hand
aim then blam
damn
a shamed existence
I’d like to keep my distance
though persistently
they opt to igg at me
but I’m chilling see
I know this spot
up the tracks
max happiness
looking at a statue
of that cat
who’s the happiest
Buddha
blew two spliffs
who knew
I’d get blue
once in a blue moon
I’d need to
up and leave
to see you
trucking upstream
to breathe and see straight
the tears on my face too much
I can’t wait
to steam up the weed
and heed the blessing
as I see it true
so peaceful
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12. |
Braindead
02:30
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I’m just living out
my origin story
I like mine
I read yours
and it’s horribly
boring
I write
when I got time
I punch on the 404
life sure is
a dime
and she whores
in her spare minutes
Thin as air
in it
been aware of it
skip the chair
waring me down
and get asparagus
this American
wasteland
and I’m a stagehand
got no place
in the plays
that they make
man
but I can
take
the time
one line
at second thought
living reckless
haunting me down
ripping necklaces
off
and the weed loud
like a beckoning
call
speed of sound
hit the ground
and I bounced
back
quick
hit the dab
when I’m down
fit the crown
for the bad kid
with the worse habits
I’m the stirs
that you heard
in your attic
I’m absurd
it’s confirmed
so dramatic
sweet aromatic
sheets of the tablets
by the week
and you weak
as a ballot
in the potus
election
I won’t be
the next up
imma be the best son
put my chest
to the sun
barely dressed
robe undone
blowing cess
like I guess
this is the one
oh yes
get the gun
and I press it
to my temple
running
from
the mess
I made
that was a jest
I’m catching rays
and you still ain’t
get the message
I’m saying
playing with played chords
I’m staying bored never
very clever
my endeavor was
evidently precious
blowing the marry
you very jealous
angry and petty
I’m tight you loose like spaghetti
and
some other shit
[freestyling nonsense]
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13. |
Called it
01:44
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Peter <pdboger@gmail.com>
2:07 PM (7 minutes ago)
to me
50 down the road
cause the piff is on him
they went and switched on him
so I had to flip the switch on em
risked a bit on it
still ain’t never quit
regardless
they harmless anyway
if I keep some distance on em
bottom of the day
I sit back
and think as I relax
I’m only 20
with the mind of an
Astronaut
I’m asking for not a lot
just a spot in a shop
where I can have my stock
sell it for enough to keep my ass washed
don’t need an Apple Watch
I need to go to work or something
turning up is nothing
fuck I guess it’s back to plucking
bass
that’s not to say
I hate that
I just wish I had a place
to play at
but no one’ll pay for that
I also got a plate of raps
to share
but get no playbacks
I oughta get a basement
for these statements
at least
I want a mansion
but the beast
Adjacent laughing at me
peace to nino
and big ups to Jason
streets got casualties
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14. |
Wander home
02:34
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What’s the price on the mic
what’s the price on the mic
what’s the price on the mic one time
you wanna fight over a line
you kinda tight
where’s the right
spot to light
I ain’t spending the night
but we can do what you like
we can move side to side
let me see if it’s kinda tight
I know I can be forthright
I’m torched but I’m a dork still
and I’m shy
I wanna soar
I wanna get higher
than this torch will ever take me
dreaming of being on my porch lately
scenery no Scorsese
completely ignore the changes
comfy until the sores take shape
grumpy then get my board and skate off
bumpy roads don’t quite help with my rage
push onward in spite of that
man my head say
he’ll be right back
bet the next day
he’ll be right back
I just pray
you don’t write back
seasons going by it’s normal
seizing up I’m torn greatly
sworn to safety
beating up my story
and it’s thorny
I’m shaky
I need the shore
but I can’t see it
get the organs
to play me off
take me for all of me
breaking in Albany
on the way to reach
a part of me that you’ll never see
I’m armored heavily
I got these medics
telling me my medication
is the death of me
it’s desperately steep
the cliff I see
above the sea
but in this desert
which is better
I’m writing this letter
to give myself a reminder
to take a look back
at all of my efforts
the time winding down
and all of it’s precious
I wish I had a second second
to catch it
but the best direction
straight forward
I’m ordering Hors d’oeuvres
in my future
this computer will take me places
way beyond a commute
and put you fucks on mute 
I give a fuck about you
but that’ll change soon
any morning, afternoon
or moon now
who the fuck are you
I think you they
and fuck them too
I spend the day sunken
in my bucket
bumping
loving tunes
cause I ain’t stuck
but I tuck a jay
to stay
comfortable
used to bump lines
now I dump lines
strums the basslines
Take a break from the take some
sometimes
often lose faith
and wanna change some lines
officer I’m late
can I skate away I’m dumb tired
Aw I’m uninspired
darkness clouding my
judgment
rose from the pit
sick and more pungent
sores from the pricks
stuck
gave me more luggage
or something big bucks
can’t buy
my love had kept the fake from my eye
I’m waking up my brain
I needed a jump
but from myself
I fixed me
the itches and glitches aren’t missing
but I’m dismissing em
I’m a gem in a place fit for a bum
you a stem in my shake I chuck you away
hit then I’m done
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15. |
Maybe Not.
01:26
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Maybe I don’t need to see the light
she blocks the sun from me
we won’t be lonely for much longer
pop my p’s then roll up on her
I don’t know if I should even try
like I cannot compete I’m fired
from being weak this evening
maybe we can find a better meaning
or
maybe not
maybe it’s supposed to be like this
baby got
done with me
and move on to him
well I guess that’s it then
the end
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