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intro
01:35
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slowdown
02:10
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for isaac
01:36
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two thousand sixteen
03:04
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I don't wanna die
On top of your shoulders
And I don't wanna cry
Cause this year is lonlier
than ever before
Please don't hug me I am scared
I'm masking the voices with contempt
Where is my head, hospital beds
We're not broken, we're just bent
And everybody in the room knows it true
This year is full of disasters
But one is not me and you
And its a shame I know
Cause we should be over this by now
and there is no place to go
But we find shelter somehow
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dreaming
02:04
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anxiety and approach
01:41
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natives
02:11
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I'm exhausted
My shrink's voice is on delay
I'm mad with my self
But I know I'm here to stay
I'm lacking in faith but I'm looking for it still
I guess that's my objective, cause I've got some time to kill
if a fan I had killed himself, how bad would that be
They're just looking for a reason but they'll never find me
pretentious translucent bastard who's just really hard to see
So much influence from fiction, yet the truth has set me free
It's just a concept I ain't mastered yet
Lots of dysphoria in my voice and on my chest
I'm starting to believe I am my greatest threat
Dip my toes in the pool, afraid of getting wet
Ready set, not prepared to go
Silly little ants, man I wonder what they know
All the basic principles, my library's a mess
But people can't distinguish between a woman and a dress
I moon walk on the moon while I'm wearing white
No mask on my face, such a scary sight
Glancing in the mirror, hoping change is what I see
Such a stupid thing, hope, like success without the fee
Playing far cry 3, favorite weapon is the sniper
Working, eating ice cream, somehow it makes me hyper
People always claim that parents make your day brighter
But when she comes home I wish a snake would just bite her
And then it'd bite me, it'd shrivel up and die
But I'm not sure who'd be at her funeral to cry
And that's upsetting, I know, but you don't understand
Higher Power is weak unless a gun is in her hand
But a butterfly is powerful, when it's white or black
White means you'll end up with a burden on your back
Black means you'll have a small anxiety attack
I hear the natives calling
my rifle going
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saturday morning
01:34
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I'm a wild child, beautiful child
And yeah I'm in my zone (x2)
I don't puff so I pass
She's just been the shower, just crying for hours, cause shit doesn't last
It's sad but she'll be back again, it's the truth, and i'm so fucking mad
And Don't tell my momma I'm cursing, but if she knows, too fucking bad
(Too fucking bad)
My life's a broken promise, got trust issues ever since
I was born with a dream, but I've only got a glimpse
I don't dare to fall asleep, cause I just might fall away
With no room for big explosions, cause I'm not Michael bay
And I got nothing to say; it's your life, you go live it
I ain't got no Diamond rings, no car, no girls in it
I don't live in excess, where I live, money's printed
Can't afford to live in ignorance, these eyes ain't tinted
Yet I haven't seen a thing, can't be who I am
Told to live inside a box, they give me legs, I want the lamb
All I got is the fam; not by blood, except my brother
and I'm gonna start a band
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boy!orange
04:31
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My head hurts
Been crying for a minute
They put me in my grave, but
I've been laughing in it
I was listening to Slim, some sort of inspiration
I'm not gonna rob a bank
But just hear what I am saying
If you could even hear me at all
My microphone stand broke
It's up against a wall
So I'm holding the mic
As a real MC would do
Took a break for 2 hours
Came back cause I had to
Boy!Orange/ really writing on the pad
I don't mean to crack a joke about this period I had
But I still did, and I hope you laughed out loud
Hopefully on the train in a really heavy crowd
My mom always says not to laugh in public
To walk straight up, no hunch like a puppet
But I don't see the reasoning, so I do what I do
Disregard all her rules and then proceed to argue
But I can't do what I want, I don't really really have a curfew
But I never go outside my house
Unless its for church or school
But screw
Her
Once I'm 18 I'll be fine
This is an album where I share what's on my mind.
Boy!
boy!orange
Changed my rap name again and I don't know why
Boy!
boy!orange
Changed my rap name again and I don't get high
Lately I've been doubting if I should really go to college
Too much money, not enough knowledge
High school is a waste of my poorly invested time
They barely taught me how to write, let alone how to rhyme
All my money, how in the world do I use that
How do I get a job? Where do I learn the facts?
It's about time someone really gave me freedom
Let me start driving, and let me go to Sweden
I couldn't rap to even save my life
I'm just doing this for teachers who are caught up in my hype
This album just reads disappointment, just like my height
I am 5'4
And I really like Spike/And I wish I had a bike
But what can I do,
I'm just writing in the dark with this words from me to you
How I'm gonna make a profit
I really have no clue
Yet I still fantasize about getting tattoos
Please, don't tell my momma I'm a rapper or a singer
or someone who doesn't know what happens after
we die
Honestly I'm becoming an angel in the sky to transform into a human
and give it a second try
I
Love the number 7, over obsessed with card decks
I do not see my talent I'm loudest when I rest
I'm giving up on music
I couldn't be the best
I'm trying to tell a story, you should not invest in it
Because you cannot relate to me at all
I'm a weird child who panics in the bathroom stall
I don't fit in at all
My class thinks I'm a freak
I left blood stains on a really white seat
That was an accident, I was stressing really bad
Anxiety attacks, a bit more than sad
Someone told me if the school blew up, no one would picture me
Because, I'm never really mad
Unless you take my stuff, Aidan that's for you
And Isaac we might make it bro, I need another point of view
Brandon, I've got no words but you know where my head is at
Everyone else? Just wait, I'll be back
But maybe older, with a really old car
A small apartment, cause that's how black people are
I could sleep for hours, people will know my name
But now I deal with everything just remaining the same
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The tv's still on
Paint is peeling from the walls
Pain in my chest, cause I'm trying to stall
Lighter in front of your face
And you've drunken so much that you're about to fall
Oh reality, I'm surrounded
Surprised that I haven't drowned yet
Got 30 bucks, in my wallet
Stallin'
I'm tryna be you,
Oh,
We're one in the same
Writing the story
It remains the same
Writing a rhythm
The rhyme is the same
I just stay the same
Cause its so hard to change
I haven't learned nothing since outside the womb
Just keep to myself and follow the rules
Orders are obviously my only friend
Is life a circle? Or does it have an end?
A pat on the head is so simple
I'm lost in my head and so sinful
I wish I sold albums in bins full
So I could just say what I've been through
Haven't been through shit, so privileged
"We all raised you, it takes a village;
God created you in his image"
Well fuck that nigga's lineage
I don't ever want to be like him,
He's a violent, ego driven
Sociopathic, psychopathic
Women condemning, human punishing
Son of no one knows that humans created
To find find a purpose in life
To feel holy, pure, gratified
To finally reach a standard of perfection that they'll never reach until they accept themselves completely
And stop persecuting other people who do
Or are trying to
And can't
Because it's an endless
Abusive
Self-absorbing
Exhausting process
Cycle
That never
Fucking ends
I don't know who the fuck I am
So fuck you
Fuck your god
And shut the Fuck up!
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blurry
01:37
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She's lost all stimulation from music
Writing
And people
I don't know what's left to do, honestly
Her words are becoming more and more sporadic
She's distancing herself from herself
Her identify is very <<blurry>> right now
"Do we even know she's a she?"
It's clearly an issue she's - it's? He's? Tackling. And I'd hate to just put a stamp on a file, rule a diagnosis, and prescribe some meds but there's nothing we can do.
She's in limbo
It's only so long before she exits and enters it again
She can't feel anything
She's literally nothing at this point
Nothing
A klusterfuk
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14. |
resolved
03:04
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Collecting bodies
Got a new blank page
Take the bodies from the grave
Cause I don't want them to go
Riding in a porche, tell your girl it's time to go
Before she drops from 30 feet and leaves the blood all in the snow
Woah; never knew I'd be so brutal
Playing pranks on others, just to get them to be truthful
Break into the stall, cause I only want the scare
But I only use the public rooms when no body is in there
It's time to end this off, 1 hour till I peak
2 people have died; 1 one of which just in their sleep
Entrance to the underworld, Osiris at my feet
I killed the chef again because he can't make what I eat (gluten free)
Business or pleasure, both could be the one
Cause some people like it when you dress up like a nun
I know your ears are sensitive, that's why I shoot the gun
To make sure you never wake up; and you never see the sun
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Collecting bodies
Got a half blank page
And I can slay an actor cause the world is a stage
Body filled with rage, no productive way to stop
Priests so ready, they're just staring at the clock
So cold, makes it hard to think
But I like the winter, makes it easier to drink
Hair over my face, a damn abomination
If I'm this mad, then I walk with constipation
Going to the grammies, bash my head in with the trophy
Come right back to life because everybody nosey
Cutting off some legs cause they're getting too cozy
Taking all the star roles like Angelina Jolie
The groceries, bring them in the house
Take the snacks out, put them all into my mouth
If I don't move, I won't bleed down south
It's that time of the month, so I'm scary like a clown
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Ahli.e Brooklyn, New York
I usually enjoy making the music you listen to. 25. NYC.
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