1. |
jnco breakup song
05:49
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yeah who's that
with the gortex
got the jnco jeans and the crew neck
yeah who's that
with the boston fat
he be rizzin my girl and she isn't back
yeah who's that
that's some bullcrap
i dont fuck with that
i got the stock cap
in my fanny pack
i thought we mixed like
hip hop and kung fu flicks
no gimmicks
lip swaps and some tongue too quick
kickin back to the sounds on the radio
all of a sudden we be
talkin fellatio
what happened
girl i thought that we were happenin
that booty was clappin
what happened
it be it be it be
it be like that
ohno ohno ohno
but that booty was so fat
how could it just be like that
she was my jam
she was my jam
now im just sittin with my dick in my hand
oh no
oooooooo
it just be like that
yeah who's that
with the gold mask
i don't really know what it's doing
but it's in my house and im scared
i'm scared and unprepared
to face this shit that's happening
in my closet
coming out
down my bed
up my feet
sucking on my toes
that's just how it goes
i'm telling you that i'm chilling
i really think i be chilling
but i'm sad that this thing happened
no way that's gonna be
clapping
no booty clapping
shit be taking up the satin
sheets in my bed
no more stains
no more good stains on that shit i
i be sad about it
taking my cat in my room and pet and cuddle
and cuddle
i cuddle that bitch
cuddle that bitch
make me feel better
make me feel better
like a new sweater
and you know
it better damn well
make me feel better
like the cracker with the cheddar
like the bag full of skrilla
that i stole with my beretta
tale the money out of the bank
it really be that frank
just settle that shit
that shit is settled
you dont need that shit
that shit is settled
lay on your stacks
just like a dragon
that is the fashion
just settle that shit
you dont need that shit
that shit is settled
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2. |
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yeah
i aint poppin squats no more, man
i be sittin on the thing
herpes, clappies, crabbies
it's not your vd its our vd
commy manifesting
take it steady
keep it creepin
all these daddies
glow up squirt queens
kill the dollar
no more weekends
come over and get freaky with me
come over and get freaky with me
she said its time to hop up in the civic dreamin
we be on the city scheming
money out of reaches
we need island beaches
we need baddie pieces
we stay having visions
i got twenty-five dollars on a lottery ticket
i got twenty-five big ones on a win for life
and i said
(ooo weee)
bitch, get up in my car
i said
(ooo weee)
bitch, hop up on this lil blood sucker
baby dracula
someone had implied im twisted
only shit i got spinnin is my beyblade
circa '99
suck em if you got em
suck em if you got em
she's 33 and she's bad with it
yeah she play badminton
big ole ass and tits
but she got
a curfew on m3
squeezy time, im feelin fine
i got herpes on my mind
yeah
no im good
no bumpy wood
i wish i could
ay ay ay ay
milk it up, fucker
like the fourth of july
rockin my prolapsed ass
like im your average guy
but not all average guys are comfy
when they assholes be floppin
ill fuck you in the spiderman
like my name is green goblin
yeah!
fake it til you make it
when you shake it
my earth quaking
like
brrrrrr
this the shit that cured me
so dom she ghosted me
i had an epiphany
this should be the pit of me
this the shit that cured me
so dom she ghosted me
i had an epiphany
its folly when i pity me
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(birdie's verse)
you said you'd come back
oh no
ten years later and you're still a ghost
well lovers come
and lovers go
i dont know which hits the hardest
pistol whip me in the dick
cuz you know im a real one
on a sick one
pills in the butt for fun
now im sitting all alone
on the sofa
drinking ranch soda
you're a rolling fog
over vast hilltop
your fingertips down my spine
you're a rolling fog
fingertips down my spine
and im invisible
its so fine
you see god in your mind
i see emptiness
i dont know how you do it
youre creepin in
creepin in
now sit back
and watch the clouds clear
watch mother get louder
without making noise
lay back
consequence hard to define
i hate that
god has hijacked all you can find
(break that, break that, trust the tongue that is forsaken)
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i once found a rusty nail in a mansion
at the time it didnt mean a thing
but as i look back i learn to imagine
that this rusty nail was a part of me
and if i dive deep i can find my passion
in pretty much any damn thing i think
i once found a rusty nail in mansion
at the time it didnt mean a thing
somewhere i grow
somewhere i die
somewhere im all this at once
i took the grain upon myself
and swept it against my life
now im trying to turn my desert heart to garden
finding life in all the falling leaves
i'll shed my skin and renew im a fountain
moss and sinew falling from my cheeks
i found myself alone and im not crying
but the heads of angels cry out to me
grey goes neon green
i got a lot of feelings man i got a lot to say
and i thought i was in orbit but
i must've drift away
feelings massive in this pit
feelings massive
so i built an altar in my mind
in my mind in my mind
put a flower and a flame on it
let it burn
stake my claim on it
get what i want from it
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5. |
no yeah
02:40
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im doing whippets
(im smokin crack)
i dont like the things im dreaming about
waste all time
i am at reach with my
own volition so
ill raise my hands and
give up
crickets sing, my heart stings
thoughts like spears in my mind
but im on my grind
thoughts that say why even try
gotta throw it, gotta throw it, gotta throw it
gotta throw that away
(white clawing at the sun
im bud lighting myself on fire
nothing leans on my spine
im struggling to catch on fire)
spider spins a web
i wish i were dead
hollowed out, buried in the ground
do you like the sound
im doing whippets
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6. |
planning on ~*bailing*~
02:36
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another round of sickness
dragging someone on the ground
i think the virus sucked all the water out
time took its time
purging that rust
nothing left
nothing left
last night i heard you singing
fuck the world and fuck the sun the storm is coming
you damn it all to hell
you made a prison for your sadness
and you swear you can hear everything
still in the distance
yet i watched your eyes turn
right back to sand, from broken glass
you said you couldnt take it anymore
because it's kept way too close within
cause its kept too close within
my frail frame
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8. |
it's free real estate
03:44
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she think she can fix me
but that money got me sick
i been thinking crazy
get some dollars sucking dick
i dont want to stress
i dont want the government
i just wanna eat, fuck, be happy where im at
and i just got some shine for my teeth
(im lookin rich)
i still keep my pants real crispy and clean
it's no trouble
can't you see
that we're digging gold out of the grease
you best believe
that tomorrows bout as far as we see
that poor hustle
shining like some diamonds out the quarter machine
shining like some diamonds out of the quarter machine
(fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it if im late on rent)
(i really really really really really hope my landlord steps)
thinking about committing crimes now
trickster money feels better than a fucking handout
maybe ill just take a billionaire out
that money on my brain, on my brain
scheming to keep my pockets full
push a cart to feed the crew
maybe i should take a billionaire out
maybe i should take a billionaire out
shining like some diamonds out the quarter machine
shining like some diamonds out of the quarter machine
(fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it if im late on rent)
(i really really really really really hope my landlord steps)
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oo ah
took you out on the night
ooo yeah ah yeah
take me down to the river
making love under the stars
in the green
ah, oo, oh yeah
good god
feeling like a grapevine
oh ah, im ripe and ready
for sweet surrender
take me into your palms
and release me
please, baby
baby uh oh
da tada da
looking back im not for that, pa
my vision is hot like pop rock
un to da tada tada
you way too dense like matzah ball
yeah, future tense we gots to ball man
future tense we got to ball man
sunglasses convertible yeah
i don't care what you gots to sell man
my disease aint got no ailment
my disease cause your derailment
locomotive crazy hyna
im just tryin to get behind ya
future tense we got to ball man
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10. |
recreational rv
03:14
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one fish, two fish
i rizzed and i missed
blue fish, pink fish
living vicarious
queen fish, black fish
i wish i could hit
cuck is the name of my mind mind mind mind
cuck is the way that i grind grind grind
one fish, two fish
i rizzed and i missed
eighteen hours on the game
im a simp
sippin on rubbing alcohol
sippin on what i get what i get
its enough its enough
not enough spit to hit and im slippin
not enough spit to hit and im trippin
lost my inhibition, forgot my mission
uh
it's enough is it
it's enough is it
it's enough is it
i got an itch to scratch
i got a mind to mend
but that baddie got back
and i'm ten toes in
but she said she don't like how i'm destructive
uh
how i'm destructive
uh
and do ya even know
the crazy shit that you say
and you got the audacity to say that i'm insane
you tell me you want
me coursing thru your veins
i don't think you even know the first letter of my name
(i'm tryin to fuck)
(do you even know the first name)
take me down to the back of the kink shed
i got nothin to show but vanilla
big mcmuffin, mcdouble, mcnugget
i want my love at ninety-nine cents
i got nothing to show for anything
im just a little man
little man
little plan
my homies out of pocket but we see the same thing
sick of throwaway and sick of the flex
i'm so sick of the hit and quit
i'm so sick of superficial lit
i'm so sick of this performance
i'm so sick
i've gone abstinent
one night stand
man that shits basic
i can't be the one
to fill your voids and shit
i'm just having fun
so let's rizz and miss
like, sup mommy
she's a new york 9
and she was so fine
i couldn't land the hit
but we are friends online
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...be itchin
pussy pop
smock rockin
im a real clock goblin
getting stoned on my lunch break
where's my mom
oh
chinese mustard in my ramen sauce
think you gave me an std
but im still in love with me
got that "s" on my chest
im a faded-ass mini-skittle
im smoking on that rat poison
by the pound
i twitch a little
(take me down to the cliff)
let's share a spliff
let's share our dreams
have a butterfly snapple
yeah you know what i mean
quasimoto cruising
yeah we flyin thru the night
people think we clouds the way we dressing so fly
people think we huffing gas the way we summon good times
and baby i know
you got us locked into the mouth of your eye
so please believe that i
i want to dream with you
even if it's just for one night
we wont even have to try
you remind me of a cliff
the way you stole my guts
think i want you to be my crush
what do you like
lets talk on auto pilot
do ya have a 5 in your wallet
i'll steal whatever you like
from the nearest sev
so i can buy some cigarettes
aspirating in the winter's rain
to get a rack that i dont need
missing you as i take a drag of my
seventh cigarette
sprawled out on the porch couch
fingernails yellow
ten times ive been outside just to sink
nothing comes after
lost the ability to think
nothing really happens
will you come back to me
i want what we had
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what happens when your dreams go stale
and you find yourself a minefield
another thing to overcome
baby
yeah you're a trap
but so are we
i'll find you in your hellish maze
i'll make it mine
and alchemize
we'll bite our tongues
and trade our names
life is such a silly game
will you laugh with me
it's magic
those tears that stream down your cheek
will you laugh with me
as we flounder in our pits
that hell is yours
and this one's mine
lets split the sky
open with our broken minds
you're a waterfall
or a dying bird
i can't really see
just let your garden bloom
and laugh with me
leave your smokin moon
and laugh with me
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13. |
go piss girl
02:42
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you said you gotta piss girl
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
i told you to go piss girl
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
i love how we communicate girl
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
all that shimmers
all thats gold yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
think of me when its quiet
ill think of you when im dying
the way we work it takes no trying girl
ill sever ties with anything less
i'm so sentimental
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
so i stole your shirt from LA
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
pictured this machine failing
i knew you wouldn't have me
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
how i party all those late nights
i can't put up a fight
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
you were right from the beginning
i can't be your weapon
i gotta watch you thrive girl
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
i told you to go thrive girl
lay long
no time
pay no mind
our sweet mess
we lay long
in time
you gotta go girl
gotta go piss
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14. |
velvet cocoon
04:32
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all i wanna do is sleep
seven days of the week
trauma came at birth
i dont think i asked for this
i'm a sunflower
in the shade
with 800 dragons in my face
you're a sunflower
in the shade
where's your face
where's your face
you can use your voice to
cause a rift in reality
and force yourself to
grow thru hostility
so you can touch the sun
and blend from 3 to 1
what if hell was
a velvet cocoon
you know you can
only grow your wings
in your darkest days
when you're feeling trapped
and you can't do the day
(soft promise of decay
a ripple building up
twisting it's own arm...)
when you're feeling trapped
in your darkest days.
(...salivating.)
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15. |
chaos spells
04:04
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chaos spells
chaos spells
hell or genesis
i cant tell
i cant tell
i have a hard time putting theory into action
all this time i was fucking i was flaccid
no big diamonds written in the bloodline
all of us weaklings, all of us slaves
karma came and went
didnt do much but pay some rent
mind went numb for self-defense
mind went dumb to bask in the static
simpleton magic
simple boi fashion
dumb boy godhead
holy ghost
doing my best with chaos spells
hell or genesis
i cant tell
i surrender to the movement
i surrender to my hell
i surrender to my own design
i've been drowning in lust
the false prophet
shadow of desire
got to come off it
had my fire
and then i lost it
i got to clean up
thoughts scattered
feeling way too passive in my gray matter
thoughts like pellets
right out the sawed off
lost in a maze i made of my own rot
i'm looking for that thunder, thunder perfect mind
no more ecclesiastic static baby
thunder, thunder perfect mind
cries in the air, i link up
take pity in the way i clean up
nothing amounts to the way i see ya
its all dead in the end-game
i saw pain in the way i see ya
all's well when chaos spells
whatever space creation spells
what lies inside a tear man
it's been a while since i had a good cry
it's been a while since i asked myself why
it's been a while since i dived deep inside
it's been a while
goddamn
chaos spells
chaos spells
hell or genesis
i cant tell
(i'm looking for that thunder, thunder perfect mind
no more ecclesiastic static baby
thunder, thunder perfect mind)
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