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Drivin south for eight hours
Rain showers in my rear view
I hope you miss me when I’m gone
Sleepin on a farm (havin blue dreams)
Cruisin round with my moonroof cracked
Through Issaquah, Google Maps
I always call you when I’m lost
You say I only call you when I’m sauced
I’m on the I-5 in my mama’s Civic
Automatic, transmission
The fuzz on the radio, I see the state patrol
Got 50 pounds of dro (but I can’t blow it)
Whippin that G-ride through Mill Creek
180 on that E-break
And we lost all control
(Village Green Drive)
I was whippin that G-ride through May’s Pond
180, and the engine stalled
And we lost all control
(Village Green Drive)
That was the night that we fucked in the car
Up under the stars
Let the engine run, heaters off, windows cracked, put it in park
Just put it in (uh)
Let me come in. It’s feeling like firmament bustin apart
Just when it arc
When we hit it so deep it was as if I punctured your heart
Doesn’t it smart?
Spark ignition, start your engine, technician all under your hood, is it good?
I shouldn’t drive with this heart condition, plus I love how you grip on this wood
Our transmissions slippin, fluid drippin, trippin, what am I missin, the exit?
What are we listenin to, Endless? Reminescin bout our friendship
Soul connection, codependent copilot, go find it, don’t need no directions
Flyin through the intersections with someone as fine as you, did I finesse it?
Yellow turn all of that redness, bend over show me your entrance
I always come to the island, you don’t be comin to Prentice
But I won’t drive in Beijing, I got a Orca card
For that yellow line thirteen (thirteen!)
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[OCnotes]
You can’t turn me down
Yeah
You should know by now
You can’t turn me down
Yeah
[Tay Sean]
Right place, wrong time
Tight space, offside
All up in my face, all the time
Just wanna get away, Long drive
I’m unlucky
So damn unlucky
Yeah, yeah
She goin through my phone
Drunk nights, c’mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck, fight, c’mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Scum life, c’mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sunlight, c’mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[OCnotes]
You can’t turn me down
[Tay Sean]
Turnt up, c’mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Turnt out, c’mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Burn up, c’mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Burnt out, c’mon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m so damn unlucky
Even when I get lucky
Fuck my life, fuck me, can’t trust me
Far as I can throw
I’m tryin today
To find a way
To make it okay
To make me okay
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Pull up in the Lex, that’s a foreign
Gold around my neck like I’m Horus
Sorry if I come off like an asshole
Fat nose ring, jewels are assorted
Saturn on my rib, that’s in orbit
Patterns on the grid when I forage
You aint gotta worry if it’s natural
Pop a handful, trippin in the forest
Sometimes I chop it up before I snort it
And we might chop it up until the mornin
Damn why I had to do a whole gram tho
Fuck it I’m a free man like Morgan
But too much of the same be gettin borin
And we be in the basement recordin
On God everybody wanna rap, though
Y’all need a Plan B, abort it
Gotta get a check ,that’s important
Hard work ain’t went unrewarded
This for all the homies trappin out the bando
Get em bands, stay free, quash the warrant
My people reachin out and I’m supportive
But if you don’t show up, then that’s a forfeit
Gotta put it on for the fam, though
Get it how I live and don’t force it
[Wishbaby]
I stress bout thoughts of you, I love it all
I fell in love with you and all your flaws
Pull up in the Benz, foreign
Gold around my neck, Horus
You ain’t gotta worry when it’s natural
Pop a handful, trippin in the forest
[Tay Sean]
I’m a step up in this bitch, adorned
My bitch lookin like Storm
Ya bitch lookin like she really ain’t yours
Long dark hair like I’m Super Saiyan 4
You ain’t never seen nothin like me before
Baby, you ain’t never seen nothin of the sort
Cuz I do my own thing and it’s fresh, yeah
All these muhfuckas immature
Gettin paid, that’s a motto I endorse
Drippin swag that was bottled at the source
And when my cohorts hold court
It’s gang-gang-gang, like I’m fuckin with the Moors
I’m Seatown to the core
South End, baby, I ain’t never been on tour
This beat hittin like it’s third world war
And I’ma keep lickin like it’s girl-girl porn
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4. |
Missin My Mind
03:22
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King Solomon had many wives
All of them fly like the friendly skies
Sim-salla-bim, homie, blink an eye
He’ll take your bottom bitch for a concubine
Me, I’m highborn like the sovereign kind
You was born high, homie, octave nine
Them lukewarm lines not as hot as mines
How my drops combine, it’s not rocket science
In these modern times you will often find
That when you pull up in the gold, they try and block your shine
And they be talkin out the neck, talkin off the side
Now this muhfucka done lost his mind
I must be missin my mind
Or am I missin you?
Missin from my life
Whatever it may be
You’re fuckin with me
King Solomon was very wise
When you free in 5D, there be many sides
When the sun’s in the sky, there be plenty light
But them feelings come and go like an ebbing tide
Them really want to know what the sex is like?
We ain’t gotta wait until the next life
Do he got the nerve? Ooh, bitch I might
Makin sounds when we swerve, that’s that shit I like
The girl isn’t mine, but she doth oblige
And they be hatin on your guy when they prosthletyze
Did he cross the line when she crossed his mind?
Now this muhfucka done lost his mind
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5. |
Maury
02:31
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Ever since I got a few chips
They tryna say that Tay switched
I aint switch, I evolved
You actin like a lil bitch
Damn it’s a trip (Delta)
Close homies be the ones that’ll talk the most (plop)
But aint called in a grip (Hella)
Tryna read my mind, homie read my lips
Real spit
Even when I was broke I was rich
Why don’t you find your niche
‘Steada worryin bout me and how I feed my kids
Say I sound like Ish (I wish)
From the Town, talk slick like Rick (lodi dodi)
Tryna pound my fist, that’s rich
You a underground clown like It (hi, Georgie)
Your whole style boring
Bein swang is a thing, in your dreams
Yall muhfuckas corny
This is a warning
Day ones be the ones that be tryna have your things
Ride witchu on the sure things
When you need em most, muhfuckas ghost, hear the door swing
True story
Can’t none of y’all do nothin for me
Tryna sip my forty
But when my solo shit dropped, not one of y’all support me
Tryna say you a Moor, whore please
I’m a boss, y’all lost like Dory
Tryna fuck my shorty? That’s poetry
Are y’all done gettin sonned like Maury?
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Life just be comin for your ass at 300 million meters per second
To follow the chart to however my heart is, regardless, it’s reckless, I reckon
My preference to dive in the deep end, depending on if it’s the deepest and wettest
Now 15,000 pounds of pressure be pressin on every square inch of my presence
The world is twistin at a thousand miles an hour, how’s I’m bout to get a grip?
Alcoholic in the whip, cocaine throat drip, won’t lift
Weight of the world on my shoulders be heavy all on my deltoids and trapezius
Gotta go through it to get to it, nobody said it’d be easy, but baby
I’m strong (I’m wrong), I’m bad (I’m bold)
I’m off (I’m on), I’m hot (I’m cold)
I’m on my bull (it’s getting old)
My mood swings to opposite poles
(The rent was due a day ago)
My check was blew on play with nose
(I’m stressin, foo, my paper’s low)
I’m binge-watchin these nature shows
(I ain’t bout shit, the game is on)
I argue with my baby’s mom
(I need a job, she hatin on)
I wonder where my day has gone
(I tapered off that Hennessy)
I totaled the Inifiniti
(These hoes deplete my energy)
I’m bout to have some twins to feed
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7. |
Water Signs
04:03
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8. |
Rat Park
03:40
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Smokin, and drinkin
And killing ourselves slowly
Together
My pleasure to be in the company
Of someone who enjoys as much as me
A cigarette
The liquor sets the mood to do
A line or two, then fight with you
Till sunrise
The good times I’ve had with you
But nothing holds a candle to
Us killing ourselves slowly
Together
Greener grass
Never ever seems to last
Seasons pass
I think I’m bout to leave your ass
It’s time
Time to put some things that I like in my life
Lean into this family life
Make sure that my cash is right
Focus on my passions like
Do some things I actually like
Smoke indigo indica
Stretch and watch French cinema
Dip to the Olympics
Picnic on the peninsula
Meditate on Moroccan rugs
Give thanks and embody love
Lift weights and get hella buff
Takin psychadelic drugs
Vitamins and minerals
Eat my fruits and vegetable
Ease into that ebb and flow
I’m learnin how to let shit go
I had to let you go
And I hope there’s no hard feelings
I know it’s so hard feeling this way
And I will always cherish our time
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9. |
At Your Service
03:26
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What can I do for you
What can I do for you
What can I do for you
What can I do
What can I do for you
I bust a move for you, jump through a hoop for you
What can I do for you
Yeah, yeah
What can I do for you
What can I (wooooo)
Pickin up the kids and drop em to school for you
What can I do you for
Lately I been feelin lame
I give you room and board
I even do the chores, how can I do some more
I let you use the car
Bring it back with the tank empty, leave my bank empty
Fuck around and leave the drank empty
How the fuck I’m supposed to pay every
Goddamn bill
Are you fuckin for real
Did you think they was gon pay themselves?
How can I help? Uh
What can I do for you
What can I do for you
What can I do for you
How you gon use me today
What can I offer you
I’m givin you all of this game, yeah
That’s how I ride for you
I pluck a star out the sky for you, fuck it I’d die for you
Make sacrifice for you
You don’t know what type of bullets I bite for you
I can’t rely on you
But fuck it I tried for you
What can I do for you
What can I do for you
When you finna reciprocate
How you finna pull your weight
I know we don’t need the same things
I just wanna meet you halfway
Travel halfway around the world for you
Every day I’m puttin in the work for you
You be fillin ashtrays with all them Turkish Royals
When I’m gonna get what I deserve? It’s no use
It’s no use
I know you, You won’t do
Bend over back for you, I blow a stack for you
You still be actin like I don’t do jack for you
Havin my back, is that too much to ask from you?
We wasn’t happy, I did what I had to do
What can I do you for
Lately I been feelin drained
Bitch I’m the plug, you on life support
I already pay too much child support, I can’t provide no more
That’s what I am to you
Mothafuckin ATM for you
Another bottle for your friends for you
Sleepin while I watch the kids every
Goddamn time (goddamn, goddamn)
Do you even try?
How you finna justify?
How can I oblige
What can I do for you
What can I do for you
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10. |
Scar Tissue
03:41
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You the one put your hands on me
I the one, I was tryin to leave
I was tryna find my keys
How the fuck could you lie on me?
You didn’t care I was holdin Z
You didn’t care the twins was both sleep
How could you withhold from me?
Why you take em both from me?
The marks on my body
They read like a history of violence
They won’t let me forget
Scars on my surface
They serve as a permanent reminder
A body of evidence
And the bruises will heal with time
But the way that I feel inside
Know I’m worth so much more
Makes it hurt so much more
Why’s it always gotta end in a fight?
I don’t wanna go to jail tonight
And fuck what you said, bitch, that’s a lie
I’m losin, losin my mind
Losin, losin my mind
My mind
The frame of the end of the hallway I patched up with glue
(tryna hold my shit together)
The chips in these beautiful hardwoods I feel through my shoes (every step I take)
The wind blows through holes in my front door, that shit still aint cool (I’m still hot about that shit)
The plant by the sofa which once bore such succulent fruit
And the wounds will heal with time
But I still won’t change my mind
I deserve so much more
Makes it hurt so much more
Why’s it always gotta end in a fight?
I don’t wanna go to jail tonight
And fuck what you said, bitch, that’s a lie
I’m losin, losin my mind
Losin
Rat parks and scratch marks
My heart has built ramparts
I can’t watch the bad parts
Your awful, that part
You borrowed my cash card
That bottle you asked for
You got trashed then flashed
Then you crashed on the back porch
I fall through that trap door
And fall on my ass hard
I’ve swallowed my last sword
My torso got mad scars
The contusions will heal with time
But I ain’t gonna let that shit ride
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Tay Sean Seattle, Washington
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