I’m so wavy the lazy king of all this
Aww shit I don’t even know what to call it
I’m appalled with everybody reaching for my wallet
Ben Wallace blocking shots out the moshpit
It’s toxic my arm covered by that profit
I lost it shit got me feeling brolic
Stalin stuck with the needs of an alcoholic
Catch me fighting tears on the side of a Sonic
back to that tough shit you can kick the bucket
Fuck it, you don’t need all the blood that you come with
Ain’t that some shit, fuck assumptions
the city of consumption keep the weed by the funions
I’m buzzin now that my ribs ain’t touching
If you need a hand bitch you can’t have nothing
It’s all mine I grind glass into sand
Off the pine to wine and dine I’m the man
I am the risen son digging out his own grave
Dirt crusted face on a chase for the pearly gates
Raised in that postwar haze eyes glazed
In my fall from grace I embraced the malaise
I never fit in with the fiction they desire
Piles of liars you can’t stand out in the choir
Aspire to live the Wire that’s Avon desire
Akon till you a con then press them palms tighter
that math proper till you math hoffaed then shits cool
I’m rick rude you average dudes they ain’t pick you
Can I live too, what I lived through woulda flipped you
\the talk about your sick crew could get your lip bruised
Can’t you see that emotion grow they hate to be afraid
I’m patient for the grave just late paying for mistakes
What it takes to lay waste to days chasing after cake
Embrace where it breaks shade can hardly save your face
Ahhh, fuck the world with a bowie knife
If you think oh, he nice first see it into my lonely eyes
My homies died chasing after that commercial phony life
Kobe hype canned nicotine get your rollies tight
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