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SUNLAND
00:29
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COST OF AN ORANGE
04:26
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"Cost of an Orange"
thick fog on a hard road
kickboxing a long low
fit the dope in a long bone
big dog, I'm a mongrel
big bark, finnna hit it like a bongo
yeah, tangoed with the fiction
but shit ain't fit up on my lips like this can
listen, been up outta time for the bitchin
talk shit, catch a fist in your pig skins
bending every spoon in the kitchen
I collect the loot off the spins that I'm pitching
Got tense & my friends gotta itch
off the cliff of discovery i'm muzzling my mentions
used to stay buzzing in detention
looking at the clock like fuck it if it stop I ain't flinching
melting through the benches fuck it I'm the mensch now
bitch better have my pensions
for the love, got a penchant
for the buck, I'm sleep, on the tv it's a Lynch in
on them old town roads it's a sickness,
Sea to C. see the difference
u know my momma need a break
be the reason I'm gettin this
tall trees save grace from our pigment
fault me for the haste in my ligaments
part leaves for the kings and the empress
saltines for the tempest, fuck'em
Supertramp
"Ice Cubes"
Luyah, who ya willing to ride for?
Who I'm ready to die for?
I need clarity, little bit of therapy, too
Getting it, barely, things getting scarily shoestring
On the powerlines, watch how you ferry your tooth
Gettin yo Babel on, props, but you chopping your roots
They knew better, yeah
Now do better, I shoot, veteran aim, adolescent hoops
Lesson losed everytime the pain pave another route
Nothing new, fuck the ones with the nice view
Split up the funds, chuck the ice cubes,
Trick'em down
Who ya willing to ride for?
Who I'm ready to -
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OUTTA HERE
02:06
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the pain summoned
the fake crumble neath the weight and think of us
i thank nothing i'm the great frank from it
from the look of it i think rain's coming
i'm from the crooked end of champaign county
handmade bounty
only house on the block where the pack stay grounded
from the book a little game came bounding
hit the brain gave power to this thing
i planned for the rain came saddled with the haystack
backed by the same facts spilling outta Eden when you need a bang
but I'm 30 hunnid mile away
i'm wylin wait a minute in my grip it's finna bend the frame
the rain summoned
we been sleeping with the same pain momma
time to get a little pay day sonny
summertime on this shit stained summit
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4. |
HOUSE FLY
01:59
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Your pace analog
Put that on me, if it landed wrong
Planting on banal feet keep the lantern off
Layered in denial, deep, keep your lanyard on
Man alone, nearing fleets, seen but never known
Malevolant lil streak in the weapon on me: a need to level up
Pedal underneath creased like a weathered One
Teflon envelope the beast searing feathers off
Sexed out, fumbling the breeze in my chest, when I'm
Stressed out, crumbling the leaves give me rest
Give me checks, cows circling the moon for me
Baby, ground me, no tomb, floor me
Why the room stormy, when my mouth dry
Why the, big sighs, Mama, health flies
Through the window like a tenant out the house fire
Outside blowing spinnach out the alpine
I got the pace up, tremors in the fault lines
Never placed no grimmace in my problems
Cause the race grow thinner when it's all eyes
On me like a motherfucking house fly
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5. |
HOUSE FLY REPRISE
00:37
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all night long, all night long, yeah
barking, up all night long
spark finna blow my lungs
far from a kodak moment
sorry for remarks, i'm gone
arguing up all night long
tired finna blow my gun
far from a kodak moment
tapping the rope, i'm gone
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6. |
OMENS
01:53
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dont place stock in the wrong omens
or play Spock when you long, own it
i gotta watch what i learn 'fore i earn focus
and go pause, listen In to God, fore i wrote this
in the car near the coast, it ain't hard to forget it's hopeless
till you are and the tents dominate the underpass
of the upper part where the rubble marks get toasted
man even if we tried shit is
nevermind man you ain't ever cried over postage
shit, ion ever get that pink wet letter anymore
cause the splinter in my eye is an oak tree
she used to hold me, i used to hold me, too
this ain't the old me speaking, it's the new one, fool
she used to dance standing over my shoes
i used to glance at a couple of ew's cause she would too
and we would lose each other about a week after he died
i was crying in her bed that night
till i was drier than her sobering view
and later on i made sure she got fed up too
i hit that pothole going 72, and peeled off
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nothings gonna save you
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ESTUPIDEZ
01:22
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"ESTUPIDEZ"
Never applaud the all of an only child
Never resurrect the gall he'd outgrown awhile ago I promise it's over
I got the boom stick tall & I ain't knocking it over
Used to brooms in the kitchen with a pitcher of sober
I wouldn't mop shit, stupid, I was juking the odor
Two can elope, and two can erode
Into two of the most cold troops on the road
Cats'll whiten they minds, so don't shoot with a bow
I used to wipe my eyes harder than 12 target my bros
Now I just let it flow
We could let it go, but we don't, so, shit.
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9. |
JUKE THE LOWS
01:57
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10. |
ENDS
01:51
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never been a minute this gold in my lifetime
trapping it close
wing in the wind i been chosen
the flight lane lapping them folks
heading home heavy handed
good plots summon my Grammies
good box under that ungh
back oomf that vaccuum
pack proof wrapped
in the middle like candy
gassed in the Go
flow cash in and broke
no math shit i'm that bright
bulb flicker when I rap right
bored bicker with the back like
set sail now I'm pouring liquor on her back like
warm soap lathering the boat for a fast night
maglight peaking through the blinds like hindsight
2020 I ain't running nothing but a wine night
peace to the fiends & the holics
supertramp get'em hooked on phonics
shoot the klan loot the man shit promised
pull ya brand hit the lam get ready
for the end, facts don't ruffle my fringe
but the crowd gon shuffle y'all ends
Max B drip new Tesla
In the backseat cleaning my lens
Rapsheet thick new bezzle
And the tax steep baby I'm in
That's me last year in the meadow
Now I leveled up pedal off hinge
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Frank Leone Allerton, Illinois
King Supertramp recycling bin.
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