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Young, Weary (Prologue)
02:58
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Lost in the sunset
Lost with where I am
Hiding from my sleep debt
Feet in my sneakers, head in the sand
Stagger through the dusk, getting home
Trying to find just where I am
Trying to come to know just who I am
Melting in the south Alabama heat
Underneath the south Alabama sun
South Alabama sand beneath my feet
Southern Alabama air burning my lungs
Be weary of those folks with big teeth
And those who careless with they guns
Remember nobody's really seeking independence from their drugs
What you want
I got everything except for love
Pick a direction
You won't see nothing but some tall grass and some power lines
Here no ones got no affection
I'll laugh if you ask for mine
I walk for miles beneath the power lines
Only in my dreams will I be away
Resume at point a when I awake
Southern drawls narrate everything
They can't understand what I say?
We carry our whole lives in these drawers
Everything and anything that'll get us paid
This whole place is full of poison arrows flying my way
I come to tears as I reach for the sun
I've come to fear that I ain't the only one
I'm sure there's voices to hear
But a deaf soul don't hear nothing
I ain't sure that I can
Who I am never been in my hands
No matter, that's all I has
No substance, that's all I am
It keeps me up in the middle of the night
I ain't doing alright
I ain't doing alright
It keeps me up in the middle of the night
I ain't doing alright
I ain't doing alright
You can't keep me from bleeding into your memories
Pay no fees it will never be clean
It is and was bound to be bound me, found but not free
No matter what I have to leave
I have to leave
One two three
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2. |
I Bet
03:24
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I bet he's tall, and he'd smile if he saw me
I bet his clothes are clean pressed, and he'd really like to call me
I bet he wakes up early, before the stars stop falling
I bet he always has enough
Mom says he send a check every month and it helps to pay the rent
but it doesn't make up for all the stuff, the shit he's missed
broke laws, called bluffs, cracked compact disks
Dry tears, cold stares, little happiness
I feel lukewarm
I bet he wakes up hungry
Goes to bed satisfied
He's unfamiliar with the concept of stumbling
Get's his point across with homicide
I bet my mama lied about the color of his eyes
His everyday is fine, by design
He don't pull the blinds, he don't read the signs
He goes where wants when he drives
Cuz he don't walk, like a paraplegic
his favorite song is the pledge of allegiance
Trips to church are pretty infrequent
He only goes cuz the mother of his kids is the sister of Jesus
I bet he moves with the rhythm of the seasons
I bet he's got reasons
Listen what I say this tiredness don't pay
Listen what I say this melancholy feeling don't pay
Listen what I say this tiredness don't pay
I bet he'd know me if he saw me
In the rear view mirror
I bet he thinks of me one or two time a year
He floats between my ears one or two times every seven seconds
Before my mind clears
I don't think that there's a lesson
Not one that I can hear
The glass is half full
But the water ain't clear
I'm a tool that's dull
I'm not the brightest lightbulb
But I can count the years
I bet when he's around no one has any tears
I bet he could help me find a career
I bet that he's a deadbeat.
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3. |
Warriors
02:49
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4. |
Mother's Day
05:31
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Hey, almost called today
But the dog ate my phone
The phone came out alright
But now the dog barks ringtones
I took it to Boost Mobile
And the guy's like
"Damn, man, we don't fix those"
"I got a guy who can get you a new one for free though"
And why can't the world just forget you like Cee Lo, Mom?
You're ingraned in my cerebelum
You and the face I haven't seen in so long
I hope you scream at night "where did I go wrong"
Where did I go wrong?
If I have kids will they be like you?
Will they be headstrong?
Will I Have kids at all?
I don't know if you would be the best grandma.
Mother's day
Just another motherfucking day to me.
Mother's day
Just another motherfucking day to me.
So se la vie, get the fuck away from me, you ain't got shit to say to me
I got places but not much time
And I'm always there when the bitch is in a grind
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5. |
I need
06:26
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I need what I need
You can call it greed
If you like
This Life that I lead ain't nothing but a fight
This life leads me to maintain a high all the time
Can't turn back once you pass my height
I'd have to die to feel alright
Decaying on my feet beneath the streetlights
Ok, I been beat now leave me to die
Running in place is more productive than the struggles I face everyday
The thought of an exit through my veins grows more seductive everyday
I feel reluctant about everything I think and say
Everything I think and say
Everything I think and say
Give me company or give me sleep
A full stomach or give me sleep
Drugs and a gun or give me sleep
Give me time or give me sleep
Give me life or give me sleep
Take my life or give me sleep
It takes strength
Takes your strength and makes you weak
It takes faith
Takes your faith and makes you weep
I'm tired of my misuse
I'm tired of the confusion
I'm tired of my abuse
I'm tired of what you're doing
I'm tired of having nothing left to lose
I'm tired of constantly moving
I'm tired of my blues
I'm tired of losing
I'm tired of my torn up shoes with paint on them
Tattered laces, faded
Tread slicker than a used condom
I'm tired of not finding what I'm looking for
I'm tired
There will be a time when everyone whose alive
Will have maggots in their brains and worms in their eyes
There will be a moment that cannot be stolen
When there won't be a fucking soul to remember this moment
I'm hanging on coattails
They cutting keys and sipping codeine
I'm hanging on coattails
They smoking gasoline and cutting shit by three
It was a bad idea from the moment I fell
Playing with fire soaked in gasoline
Been on the bottom, now I'm digging to hell
If the truth be what I tell
I got dropped off cuz I can't hold on
If I could hold off for long enough
I wouldn't be so off and on
I'd rather be dead on than living off though
I said I'd rather be dead on than living off
Pile into the back of the Cadillac the Coup d'Ville
Rolling piece of crap, halfway waxed, with some shiny wheels
Peel out in the hooptie
I ain't thinking
I'm relaxed
It's a deal that ain't no deal
Do what I got to do to earn my keep and claim my kill
Stay on my feet till I fill in the blanks
Still to ill to thank my meal for showing up
Reverence is irrelevant till I heal or get done growing up
But the enemy was expecting us
Firing shots when they see us rolling up
I ain't even one of us
Going to die at the hands of these fucks
I see the driver bleed
I know what I need
I can pull it off if I believe
Thank god rationality got the best of me
Which ain't much
I follow a survivors lead and leave
Still hungry
Still hungry
I know the boy that shot at me
I know the fool who was driving
But I was empty
The kid who was riding
I didn't know him
We were both just surviving
Reverence is irrelevant
There will be a time when everyone whose alive
Will have maggots in their brains and worms in their eyes
There will be a moment that cannot be stolen
When there won't be a fucking soul to remember this moment
Late night
I'm fading
fading away
Bading my time
Bading my time till I can find a higher day
Hoping I find some sort of silence before I have to go away
I became tired of my defiance in a time many years away
Or at least that's what it feels like
Late night
To me the world is flat and empty
2d cracked and limping
Not worth the drugs it takes to put it down
I can't deal with civilized
Can't stand to be scrutinized by civil eyes
I'm literally doing nothing with my life
If I saw me on the street I'd stick needles in my eyes
I'm sad that I ain't sad enough
I blame it on the drugs or the lack thereof
What I've lost to the sickness
What I take from you ain't your fucking business
I'm constantly a witness to the disease
Three o' clock in the morning
Three o'clock in the street
Not a soul to be seen
Handprints in the concrete
The things I've ficking seen
You wouldn't beleive
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6. |
Falling Forward
02:47
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Two days since I slipped into the trek
Twenty miles out folks already laughing at my dialect
Jesus, it's my appearance I suspect that they reject
Parents shouldn't let the kids hear this
Unless they ready to confess fucking up their success
And don't tell me that it's all for the...
And don't tell me that it's all for the...
What's that I see?
Coasting, floating upon the horizon
A Cutlass Supreme screams to a halt next to me
Driver says "need a ride son?"
So I squeeze into the back seat
And one of three passengers passes me
What know must be a tab of LSD
And I'm free
Relaxed, unburdened, I'm free
Kick back so hard I feel my feet hurting
Watch the upholstery turn from pink to green
Sun setting at our backs
Watch the rear view burning
What's that I see?
Hot and sweaty but we don't crank the AC
Nobody asking "hey, what you want to be?
What you going to be ain't never going to amount to me"
What's that I see?
I ain't got no place to be.
What's that I see?
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7. |
Record Broken
04:53
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8. |
I Can't Think
03:02
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My clothes are wet
The street is wet
I been too damn damp for days
My money spent
My patience spent
I can't survive but for a couple more days
Tonight I will sleep in this laundromat
Pray that my last quarter be enough
I didn't, I won't, I can't think
Life's a little less tough when you're running on instinct
My subconscious is a bluff
I am guided by fear
I am weary
I am tense until the sirens I hear fade
And I know that I'm in the clear
Offer officers my recompense
I only use big words when that's the kind that I hear
I'm only on this side of the fence
Cuz I heard that your precinct's pretty nice this time of year
I can't thank
You enough for oppressing these communities
Best way to keep criminals out of prison:
Give them badges and immunity
Just don't let them near me
Two dozen whore's horror stories persuaded me to believe that they ain't got shit for me
Sweating in the heat of the laundromat
Knowing not a soul knows where I'm at
Knowing not a soul cares where I am
Hoping I can stop the bleeding from the hole in my thick skin
Do I Regret leaving home?
Why are my thoughts Encrypted?
Maybe I'm just not good at it
Maybe Atlanta's no greener than the lifestyles of the aristocratic
Life on this side damn sure ain't that organic
And if I wasn't told better
I'd say that the green that we chase is monochromatic
White and grey damn it
Chasing whoever has it never confronted by our bad habits.
Searching for a friend but I'd trade them for some cabbage
My words are so slurred not even I can tell if it's a curse
Satan got to be more articulate
Nathan got to be less abrasive
Less like fine particulate
Y'all better let me live treat me less like a participant
I been through your thick and thin
Got caught up in it
Left me washing dishes while the real world finished
Came into town on official business
Life's a lot easier when you got a witness
My life feels long but lacks thickness
Nostalgia comes to me vividly
Is it the climate that brings to mind this imagery?
I hope I make drugs sound scary
Young children stay wary
What's the point?
Give up my soul for the money?
Well that's a deal if you asked me.
I'm in the hole with you you honey.
But it ain't real if you asked me.
Give up my soul for the money?
Well that's a steal if you asked me.
Come close to the end but I ain't there yet.
Home is where I'm at
Home is when I cut my path
Looking back, it wasn't no sadness
Wasn't no deal
And if you asked me about it
I'd say it was a steal
And I'm feeling so alone.
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9. |
The Golden Hour
06:07
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I feel I must be pretty boring to be around
I feel I must be pretty crazy to have no friends wishing I get found
I lost all my notebooks
I had a feeling what I wrote down was holding me down anyway
Feel's so strange not on be on my way
I'm in the A town now
I feel fine with my defeat I hope that's the way it sounds
I feel fine with my defeat I hope that's the way it sounds
It's the golden hour
I can feel the power coursing through me
I don't see grass
I see flowers
Stranger, pass me the doobie
I can get to where I need to be
Where I'm going
I don't need to know what the destination means to me
Bitch I am rolling in your vehicle
Ride that bitch like it's stolen
And yeah I'm motherfucking fickle
You wouldn't shoot me if you knew the knowledge that I'm holding
Don't tempt me to free your blood from your body
Watch you bleed into the concrete
The hour is golden
All my debts and insecurities are forgotten for a moment
The colors are vibrant like me
The air is warm like me
Street lights coming into their own
My street life is gone cuz now I am grown
And right now nothing got me thrown
Nobody on this bus really want to talk to me
I'm talking anyway
I'm sure they think this shit is annoying
But I'm on my way
This the happiest I been in recent memory
Nobody on this bus really want to talk to me
I'm talking anyway
I ain't really worth the fuss
Soon as I reach the peak I want to walk to the sea
I know this but
I'm walking anyway
I'm walking anyway
I'm walking anyway
All my debts and insecurities are forgotten for a moment
All my debts and insecurities are forgotten for a moment
All my debts and insecurities are forgotten for a moment
The night falls in around me
Keep my mind and my blade handy
Discard the shards of my personality
I got extra
I feel like I'm finally getting back to who I used to be
Satisfied
Satisfied
Satisfied
Sleep on this park bench like I'm civilized
I feel good to be alive
I feel good at being alive
I don't know why
I don't care what the fuck I find
I'm fine with me
I'm fine with that
I ain't got shit on my mind but it's still filthy
I'm fine with me
I'm fine with that
A chapter comes to a close like
Jerome cumming in her clothes that night
And I'm faster when I fast
I don't want a bite
Your laugh tells me your a dog with no bark and no bite
Self destruct and make the sky bright
Self destruct and make the sky bright
Self destruct and make the sky bright
You can't hold me down
You can't make me turn around
Look at what I found finally found some finality
Watch the world get down to the sound of your decaying memory
Turn it up loud
What's that playing out your phone?
Turn it up loud
What's that he say? They ran him out of house and home?
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
Turn it up loud
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