Goodnight my kitten hang my baggage on a coatrack
It’s a known fact I was broken and couldn’t control that
Just know that I walked miles warmed by them smoke stacks
Supposed that I wouldn’t go bo jax on these old cats
Don’t ask me to hold back when the shadows wanna soul snatch
And that slow lap is the reason some of yall got ya hopes dashed
But I blow past the opps they could Kodak the blowback
That whole dough stackin is prozac your lifestyles throwback
I’m ghostface nah with that dome aim I’m cobain
Nah with them evil needle games my story end like coltrain
Just a cold train fuck that coldplay we demand that clones pay
bones break able to blow Big Daddy close range if you know Kane
Propane to ya closed drapes you are what ya folks makes
A little cocaine in your OJ will wake you up most days
Try to locate where them ghosts lay and make a showcase
Just prorate the selling out to pay for your own grave
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024