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Soon I Should Stay

by P-Tree

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
Ternate Tree 01:58
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
4.
White Trail 03:04
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
5.
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
6.
The Cove 01:35
7.
Stone Chair 01:34
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
8.
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
9.
Secret knock 03:18
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
10.
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
11.
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
12.
Braindead 02:30
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]
13.
Called it 01:44
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
14.
Wander home 02:34
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
15.
Maybe Not. 01:26
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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released September 20, 2020

I, Peter Boger, made all of this music.

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