All Killer!
by Jordan Santana
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Intro: A Note to Self
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Certified Angus [remix]
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Please
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Wrong One
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Comfortable
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People Don't
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Miss Rap Music
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The Ring
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F.I.R.E.
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Suckerpunchdrunklove
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2011
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Black Fleece
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Let Go [remix]
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released 05 October 2011
Written, composed, produced, played, recorded, mixed and mastered by Jordan Coleman. Because he is lonely.
"On My Way Home" written by Jordan Coleman and Christian Latimer.
Art by Staci Harrell.
Written, composed, produced, played, recorded, mixed and mastered by Jordan Coleman. Because he is lonely.
"On My Way Home" written by Jordan Coleman and Christian Latimer.
Art by Staci Harrell.
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- Track Name: Intro: A Note to Self
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We're living in an ace of spades day and age
Gamble out the whole net
The snake is so deceptive he cuts off his own head
Just to grow it back again
Whether he uses pop or rap to win
You just don't know it's happening
He's glad to bend the hearts of mankind to our own selfishness
Dances in distraction, shimmering new embellishments
Theories of Illuminati/we need illumination
We're caught up in conspiracy persuasion
A nation of bleeding hearts/confusion of the public
And atheists and pagans beat Christians at social justice
What's it worth without the name of Jesus?
We're scared of the freaking government
Weeping about who Chiefs it
Neglecting heavenly duties to people shattered in pieces
All around, pieces
Peace is in the heart, be a peacemaker
Cuz peacekeepers are nothing against the peacetaker
And we need haters to weed out all the fakers
This ain't a game, Christianity is not for players
Death is at the door/it's just scratching boards
Give your passion action more
Jordan, what you rapping for? - Track Name: Certified Angus [remix]
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They call me Certified Angus, bringing the real beef
Not a real sweet talker, most talking is real cheap
I don’t wager with the devil, keeping my deal steep
And I’m still awake at 3 so I’m missing my real sleep
I’m a real G. well really a real D
I’m the Dedicated Danger, baby, I feel free
Me and Conduct, we spit words through steel teeth
He’s from Pittsburgh, I just live in the real heat
And I do bring that…I sing raps
And I speak songs/tryna make the weak strong
Can you dig it? I’ll never sell my soul for a picket
Fence/but that’s a little weird, you don’t get it
Gents and ladies/I never drove a Benz
Mercedes/I’m driving points home ever since
I laid these rhymes on my own dumb beat
Don’t compete/I just come clean to complete
Hook:
Sing freedom, or sing slavery
Pretty sure you got nothing else to say to me
You shine your own spotlight, I caught your game
I sing for the revolution, and not for fame
I speak to sober minds, maybe some tipsy fans
I’ll spit a bolder line, they’ll do an iffy dance
I threw it out but the scene missed it, they’re flimsy, man
They didn’t know I’m a linguistic Olympian
I’m jumping hurdles, soaring over obstacles
I tried to call Wisdom, she’s busy dropping fools
I’m hopping school of hard knocks for the soft pound
Got down/skip the cold raps, I’m the hot sound
Give it all I got now/thoughts found/never a vain flow
Tryna stop clowns telling everyone the same joke
Shame though/I’m in the storm like a raincoat
And nobody’s around to display hope
But I stay dope like an urban dictionary
Laughing at the way music’s fiction varies
Carrying the mission cuz it’s me the mission carries
I’m like MG! tryna stay Visionary
Hook
I heard your best flow straight from the get go
Your set blows but you say you’re fresh and I guess so
You’re fresh at giving meaningless words at a press show
Well, buddy, I’m just tryna teach the people to let go
I stretch whole mindsets back to get that
Brand new dream where we make new concepts at
You’re bringing that same wet crap in a setback
You sing it all the same, we’ll I’m singing Forget that!
I get back to the basics, let’s face it, they chase hits
Wasted/I’m just gonna shake ‘til I break it
Make it new at every angle I got
They’re tangled a lot, but Jordan’s come to mangle the knot
I speak liberty, so give me death
And let deception take it’s very last living breath
Because I’m sick of all the lies, I’m deleting your throne
I think it’s time you pack and leave my people alone - Track Name: Please
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Out of the mouths of some primadonna babes
Acting like they’ve been around since the pre-Madonna age
She don’t wanna age, she’s at the top of these
Living a dream as a queen of philosophy
She thinks she deserves to share her thoughts with me
But she don’t own intellectual property
And possibly she’s had life experience
But don’t give her critique, you’ll find out how your hearing is
Please, she’s nearing this new horizon
Where she feels she is the hope in life crisis
And if you let her help, you’ll start to wonder, might this
Be more for her than me…I don’t like this
She’s so righteous, always ahead of us
Depending on her mood, it’s them instead of us
She got it all together, don’t even mention
On second thought, she’ll like the attention
Hook:
Please, you really think you’re something
You got that thing we’re loving
So glad you’re in this world
Just to make it better
Head high on a neck with adornments
He’s such a player, all the rest should just forfeit
No one can knock his ego out of orbit
He can’t relate to a poor kid
Privilege of business his family made
Brand new jeans is a family trait
He may never work, he can’t handle the ache
Hands with green face make his family fake
Please, and his life is much better than mine
Star quality, I don’t shine
If I’m around, he pays me no mind
Won’t make eye contact the whole time
He’s so fine to the ladies in waiting
No debating, he’s so Swayze
And all that means is that I can see through him
We both know just what the boy’s doing
Hook
And I’m a real big fan/don’t worry ‘bout who I am
I’m so glad that you’re on this planet
You’re so wonderful, I can’t stand it
I gotta say I’m a real big fan
Do you take compliments from a mere man?
Hook - Track Name: Wrong One
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She can take another wrong one if it means a friend
Yet another wrong one to complete her hand
She’s never been good at playing poker
Man, all you need is one game to really know her
She’ll take another wrong one to demean her sense
Yet another wrong one if it means the end
Of all the waiting and waiting for someone
All the waiting and waiting for someone to hold
She told me she really hates being lonely
Maybe that’s the reason she texts and telephones me
In either part, the sweetest hearts get stony
When you’re trapped by another phony with prone feet
For leaving, to leave it alone would only grow the
Curiosity for the sound of love droning
Til the day you wanna run away from the whole scene
Trapped in a one-horse town without a pony
Hook:
I’ll overlook your failure, but I am not your savior
You want a great escape
That’s not my place
She can take another wrong one if it means a friend
Yet another wrong one to complete her hand
She’s always playing games with her feelings
Emotions filled with cap peelings
She’ll take another wrong one to demean her sense
Yet another wrong one if it means the end
Of all the waiting and waiting for someone
All the waiting and waiting for someone to hold
She told me she really hates being lonely
I said, you’re nineteen, where’s your girls and your homeys?
She said she’s too empty, so she’s not waiting
I’m thinking, girl, I’m 24 and not dating
She gave me a hug, and it was longer than the last
You could raise the speed limit, she’d still move too fast
She told me she really hates being lonely
Maybe that’s the reason she texts and telephones me
Hook
She told me she really hates being lonely
Telling me she wants to hang and get to know me
But I don’t wanna be a name upon her checklist
Call it sexist, but life is too precious
To waste on frivolous nights with young girls
Who can’t keep their own hearts in check, and so my world
Moves on, and I admit sometimes it’s lonely
Maybe that’s the reason she texts and telephones me
I am the wrong one, another wrong one - Track Name: Comfortable
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Hook:
Men still about making that money
Women still about making that money
But I don’t even need a stunt to pull
You could take it all away, and I’m comfortable
Music: still about making that money
Movies: still about making that money
But I don’t even need a stunt to pull
You could take it all away, and I’m comfortable
I kill suckers like poisonous pacifiers
Commence the Free Bird’s return, I’m back to wire
The fire burns, earth yearns for active writers
Minus the ghost/time to close the casket tighter
Biters be floating, the glam and the spell
They getting record deals cuz they talk to cameras well
I’ll talk a camera to death, let my stamina tell
If I could only love myself, I could manage to sell
Into the spirit of women, I know that damsel well
Her name is Jezebel, she heard that I could handle wealth
And if I give her one touch, then my fans will swell
Into a larger number, hoping I can handle hell
Ring that scandal bell, cha-ching, cash registers
Money making predators, news editors
They say it’s all about the money in the bank
They’re tryna feed me like a fish in a tank
Hook
Cops are tryna hold me up like a sandbag
I just got pulled over, over on Grand Ave
And I’d rather eat some thrown up jam
Then have another altercation with the donut man
And I’m such an idiot, old tags on the Camry
Speeding ticket, too, ain’t it dandy
Fancy a fantasy of a better world, another life
Small bills, big checks, golden butter knife
But what a price to pay just to get there
All nice things but really not much left there
I left greed in the dust many moons ago
I know so much more than I used to know
I used to flow about green Paper Presidents
And how I need money to keep residence
All in all it’ll turn to ash
No Mastercard, I’m not a slave to cash
Hook - Track Name: People Don't
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One look at a better proximity/friend inspection, find enemies
Investigate when pressure preys, you a friend to me? no penalty?
In Tennessee, Ohio, they make chemistry, no vials
Texas where the hearts are bigger
Same goes for guns, they pull triggers
Go figure, chitter chatter, they leave reputations all shattered
All tattered, torn, worn out by the blood that words can make splatter
All flattery and no real, truth based on how they feel
They might not scar but they do scab
And you never know how they peel
I won’t let ‘em open old wounds, they’re too fickle to give control to
And their brand of grace has no room
I need them to budge, they won’t move
I don’t lose my cool to these thieves, consider this official reprieve
It’s just difficult to trust people when they make truth so hard to believe
Hook:
Don’t wanna face it
They wanna fake it
They see a reputation and they wanna break it
Can’t get complacent
With smiling faces
People don’t really care
I want to have belief in these humans
They want to take it from me
I try to give my attention to ruin
They wanna blame it on me
One look at a better proximity/don’t I just know the drill
These sucker friends want my time/I call it overkill
They wanna tie something (Tyson) down, Evander Holyfield
They’ll turn to bite me, story of my life, man, just roll the reel
But I won’t let ‘em open old wounds, they’re too fickle to give control to
Watch how they leaving so soon/fair-weather friends, no gloom
No storm, no clouds, except on my side of this town
They’ll blame it on me when the friendship comes t-t-t-tumbling down
Hook
One look at a better proximity/you a friend to me? no penalty?
One look at a better proximity
One look at a better proximity/you a friend to me? you a friend to me?
Go figure, chitter chatter/ya’ll words just really don’t matter
Ya’ll feet just go pitter patter/you busybodies busy?
You turn your back so much/I’m amazed that you don’t get dizzy
Don’t pitch me with your forked tongue/you busybodies, busy
Smear names all over the city/hmm, pity
They want to bring it down
They want to bring something down
Watch out, they want to bring something down
Hook - Track Name: Miss Rap Music
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Hello, Miss Rap Music, you were that ruffian girl
I’ve heard stories how you conquered all the stuffiest worlds
But, see, I can’t remember which addiction was first
The inner-city soirees or politicians with dirt
We’re kicking your words around cuz we know ‘em by heart
Tryna copy your architecture you were molding by dark
In the park, and everybody claims to know all about you
But I doubt you were ever as simple as common how-to’s
They shout you like they’re shouting for help
But I’ve been listening and now I think they’re shouting themselves
Oh well, but see, I wonder if you’re really content
With content spoken in your name without your consent
It’s just a vent, but I think I know some things that you need
More Conduct Lionhardt lyrics and less weed
I feed off what you’ve done, it’s so real when you grow
Some say they understand you, but I still wanna know
Hook:
Who are you? I’m just tryna know
Who are you? Baby, don’t let me go
Who are you? I’m just tryna know
Who are you, you, you…
Hello, Miss Rap Music, you’re looking fly these days
Thought you were Mrs. Surf Rock, how you ride these waves
They contrive these Waynes, hoping they rhyme the same
Cuz when it comes to biting styles, there’s no fine to pay
I hope it’s fine to say, I don’t think you’re as dense
And superficial as they paint you, it don’t make sense
Is it the dollar or the audience that made you this way?
Feels like you wanna say something they don’t pay you to say
Hey, I’m not complaining, I’m just trying to understand
Why you’re giving all the rich fools the upper hand
I heard that you were once the voice of the poor
Now these club kids are making you the voice of the floor
But I adore you in spite of all the lines you walk
And I trust you in spite of all the lies you talk
Cuz I see it on your face, there’s a truth in place
And there’s a fire in me, let the music blaze
Hook
Hello, Miss Rap Music, I recall the time
That I came under your spell, learning all the rhymes
At times, you’d tell me dreams and a buncha plans
I was worried you could never love a younger man
But I stand here now, and I still get weak
When I feel you in my heart and I hear you speak
And I still breathe deep when you touch my face
And I miss you when you’re only gone a couple days
And I’ve loved you all along, it’s my history
And to try to live without you would be misery
There’s a treasure in your soul, when you’re whispering
I’m devoted to discovering your mystery
Hook
So where you been?
Where you going?
How did we get here?
Do you even hear me anymore... - Track Name: The Ring
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Hook:
This is serious, but you don’t care do you?
This is serious, what you need to prove?
This is the real thing, this is the real thing
But this love ain’t nothing more to you
…than the ring
She don’t really love
She saw me across the room
I don’t even wanna guess or assume
But I’m sure those lips carry doom
She don’t really love
A pretty face to pursue
Before I knew it, she moved
No inhibition or couth
She don’t really love
She had the men by their jaws
No need to question her cause
I checked for rings on her claws
She don’t really love
She took a second to pause
And said, “my husband gets off at ten…
What should we do til then?”
Hook
She don’t really love, what we gon’ do with her
There ain’t a God-given man in the universe
That she ain’t down to conquer, should you choose to flirt
She’s an expert gardener, move this dirt
Under carpet, sweep away, she’s feeling cheap today
And she used to fight, she used to keep away
Now she flirts with disaster in a deeper way
She’ll take an order of men on the side, please and thanks
She don’t need a bank, her husband is her funds
And when she needs to feed her kids, buddy is the one
She just wants simple fun/her man is just a means
He even plays into her hand when she dust and cleans
It ain’t what it seems/not to him, at least
She’s making friends at the gym, hopes it’s not him that sees
She gets a little bolder, with every passing thrill
You’re never sure if she’s been with ‘em all or acting still
Hook - Track Name: F.I.R.E.
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S-I-N, my mark was boldly missed
I’m trying not to resent folks that told me this
And she helped me fail, don’t wanna hold against
But damn it all to hell if it keeps us from holiness
Maybe that line was not appropriate
For someone tryna speak life, but life only gives
So many shots to steer it right with ownership
We’re tryna catch the wheel, but can’t hold our grip
I’m over it…no, I’m overwhelmed
I left my prison cell for a colder cell
I try to share my heart but that’s cold as well
Depth is dangerous, like an open well
I don’t know if they can tell but I’m not afraid
Of heart matters, if it matters, I won’t hide away
I got a mind to say what needs said
And a fire never lies, believe it
Hook:
Am I a light in the dark?
Am I an everlasting spark?
If you got fuel, just dump it
Baby, I’m a fire, I’m always killing something
I need peace, I’m tryna keep pace
A God-given passion, often misplaced
I find out at times I’m running the wrong race
And I’m hearing different voices so my brain is out of phase
Never tase, I’m a gun, I’m a lethal weapon
A fighter in the ring, watch out for the left hand
But now I think I need my Coach to step in
Before I self destruct, I’m stuck, I’m sweating
And I might erupt, they duck, I press in
My indecision sucks, no luck with guessing
I just let it burn, can’t learn my lesson
And at every turn discern depression
Get bolder through it all, I blaze at new heights
All that I destroy makes way for new life
Is this my calling, the all-consumed man
Burn another bridge, discover a new land
Hook
Pull the lever, sound the alarm
Turn me up in the mix cuz I’m up in arms
And ima burn, ima burn, ima burn with this fire
Hook - Track Name: Suckerpunchdrunklove
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I swear I felt the devil in her energy
One day, all over me, the next day, condemning me
She said, “you’re so lustful, why you wanna sin with me?”
I said, “I’m sorry but yesterday you were into me”
Intimate, the sensation of the sentiment
Make the truth look better, we’re bending it
Me and the bandit bonded and meant a bit
I sent her gifts, and it almost seemed like she resented it
And I kinda figured she’d relent a bit
And there ain’t no use defending it
I meant to quit, I meant to quit
I meant to quit, but she was always teasing, I just had to taste
Her hands were at my waist, her lips were at my face
She could have slapped my face, it would have stung less
I couldn’t decide if it was agony or numbness
One less day to determine if I’d say no more
My heart with holes worn, it was like we couldn’t hang out with our clothes on
I was so worn out, my spirit took a mighty beating
I woke up from the nightmare to realize I wasn’t dreaming
Hook:
Hold on tight, make it quick
Ain't nothing we can say to this
I feel the pressure boil inside
Hold on tight, make it fast
Cuz you don’t really wanna make it last
And I just want you out of my life
I feel the fire burning, fire burning, closer that I get (to her)
And I am burning, I am burning up with this regret
For time I, time I, time I spent running with the devil
But she looked so pretty when she handed me a shovel
Dig, dig, dig, I have been digging my own grave
Thought that I could lead her, but then I became her slave
Never knew that what’s inside me could be so depraved
Baby, this is a mistake, this is a mistake
(2x)
Fire burning, I feel consumed, defending gloom
And even though she’s here with me, it’s like an empty room
And even though she’s here with me, I wanna see the end of it
I meant to quit, I meant to quit, I just can’t make some sense of it
Hook
She’s a blood sucker
She’s a thief of the truth
And all I know, her arms are where I go
When I’ve got nothing to do
Somebody get me out!
Hook - Track Name: 2011
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Mood music/pensive and who knew it
I’m halfway through the year just trying to move through it
A new ruin/a little taste of confusion
And a mental photograph of old things I ain’t doing
Some good and some not/none of it on a pedestal
2011, a new brand of unforgettable
Discipline: not incredible/flustered with what I’ve settled for
Life is a bike for two, I’m wishing God would pedal more
Not that there’s not an effort/I just mean I’m sick of mine
I accomplish unimportant goals in just the nick of time
My light has a little shine/I need a lot, Lord
That’s what I’m clearing out the places in my heart for
Glow on this dark floor/I long to excavate
It’s such an art form/letting You regenerate
I really meant to pray/well, what I meant to say
Is I feel like I need You more today than when I went away
Hook:
Tell me there’s something left
I know there’s more to do
Why all this emptiness?
Give me the truth
Who am I? I’m nobody apart from You
I really want to do the things that feel so hard to do
I feel like giving up the moment that I start to move
I’ve got such little pride left, and nothing in my heart to prove
My plans have fallen through/my efforts never mattered
My dreams are in little pieces like they’ve forever shattered
And if they ever happen/I’d be surprised, Lord
I’m so indifferent, my self-image is an eyesore
Hook
I need the Living Bread/I’m hungry for a life
I thirst for righteousness/I never mix it right
I know I’m really blessed/even on lonely nights
But lately my own sinfulness has been my only fight
Might there be more to this? Beyond my selfish ploys
I’m not looking for bliss/but just a little joy
Trapped in an aging body/mind of a little boy
Can barely make it/I’m inadequate and naked
I’ve shaken off snakes and demons/but never by my own hand
You’re greater in my weakness/guess that was Your whole plan
I’m not my own man/I wasn’t meant to be
Only when I am a slave to Christ can He set me free
What could You use in me? I’m not who I used to be
I feel so futile, tag me up and say the eulogy
Don’t need no room to breathe/just gotta do it, please
Kill off my flesh and let Your spirit come to move in me
Hook
Tell me there’s something left
I know there’s more to do
Use all this emptiness
Fill it with more of You - Track Name: On My Way Home feat. Conduct Lionhardt and NFR
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[Conduct]:
I'm on that long road again
Move at a pace often boulders men
I'm bolder in the lanes I spin
With a flash on the glass like a dashboard grin
Now, with soundspace back me up
Pedal to the dirt with the planet's touch
Most plan and clutch their awkward stuff
I'm heading back to the home I love
But, corners clasping tight
City, minus pity, to a black-boy's plight
These streets so gritty, where the gats flash bright
And the road head-lights make you blink late nights
What? You think I like these travel logs
Course mapped, its hard
The concrete, tunnel-length statue walls
This path will fall, detour your speed on the road to stall
I be knowing y'all but I clutch it right
Hands ten and two, under these street lights
Whip by the bridge see the buildings type
Keep hands in the air under blackest night
See the backing lights on the asphalt groove
City squeeze tight to stagnate you
But homeward bound's my attitude
Finding narrow path, let me drive straight, through
Hook [Conduct]:
You might not believe but I am on my way
Save a space for me, cuz I am on my way
Even if I'm later, I am on my way
Say you'll be my anchor, I am on my way
Hook [NFR]:
Take me in, I'm coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Take me in, I'm coming home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
[Jordan Santana]:
Everybody get a little homesick, acknowledge this
Buddy, I've been living on a rocket ship
And I've been thinking that it's time to kick it back home
And I wanna find a back road
I re-entered this galaxy through a black hole
To collect and pass go
And it's looking like I might could use a lasso
To capture earth, pull it back a little, maybe catch some dirt
But I know I really gotta land there first
So I get it into high gear, and it all starts right here
Thank God for the night clear
Cuz I know I gotta measure it in light years
And I might steer my ship 'round Saturn's rings
Is it really happening?
I had to bring my heart back to the place at the very start
And I gotta move with every star
Maybe they can see my blast by far
I pass by Mars and it feels like this soul:
Red in the middle, and it might get cold
But I gotta keep it warmer, so to Earth I journey onward
I've been on a ship for hours now
And I can't wait til I power down
And let the atmosphere take me in
I hear a little sound of bass from ground soirees
I bounce, I sway, I'm 'bout to make a move
I've been in outer space for too long
But I'm coming home to YOU
Hook - Track Name: Black Fleece
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Truth be told, when it comes to kindness, I need a bit
Feel like I wanna throw my car off a freaking bridge
People said they missed me, I ain’t seeing it
People said they cared, I don’t believe they did
Believe in it: Love/I used to love hard
But unrequited love cuts so my love scarred
And so I love less/I’d like to love well
But I’m running out of compassion in my love well
I tuck tail and I wander onto open roads
I overdosed on feelings, now I’m comatose
But I still hold emotion close like a token, so
I need somewhere to give my passion to/hope it shows
I hope it goes quickly/my fire’s burning bright
My fervor’s so loud, someone’s getting hurt tonight
You heard it right, I hate what I’ve become
And I’m ‘bout to get dumb, cuz I’m feeling so numb
Hook:
I’m not so blind/it’s the same thing every time
They can’t disarm me/I’m stuck saying I’m sorry
I threw my stones/now they leave me alone
Instead of leading an army/I’m stuck saying I’m sorry
All that I can do is lead, I don’t fit in
Black fleece, I’m a sheep in a pig pen
I get around white sheep, they don’t like me
It might be cuz my grey heart’s on my bright sleeve
Only thing to make me happy is a nice beat
On a night drive, my fun ain’t too pricey
I miss road trips with my family in a tight squeeze
And daddy saying prayers before we really started driving
Momma sang church songs with the sister
And I swear their harmonies could calm a twister
And no blister, no wound could fight long
If the radio played the right song
I might long for family, I might long for friends
I might want sensitive people to get some sense
I might try to drag a whole nation to truth, before it’s time to pull
I might fail with people/I don’t know how to be likeable
Hook
Nobody wants to listen to a man whining
But sometimes its sounds cool/matter of timing
Nobody likes being led by someone broken
But everyone complains when their leaders aren’t open
People don’t talk about the good in other people
But we all got something to say when there’s evil
I write personal cuz I’m a person
And in person people try to close the curtain
They ask me for honesty when they’re not prepared
They say I’m closed off, then hate me when I clear the air
They hear my music and they’re really glad to know me
But catch me in a mood and suddenly they try to stone me
Hook - Track Name: Mind Over Manners feat. Talitha Davis
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Hook (Talitha Davis):
I think I’m gonna lose control
I really wanna let it go
It’s a dark and lonely place
My mind
I’m ready to give it up
I’m sure I’ve had enough
Take my hand
I wanna get out of my mind
Mind over manners, my mind never cared
My heart was bleeding out, my mind was never there
Except to cut it deeper, my mind is merciless
So have mercy on a soul with a hurting head
My mind, death mind, filth mind, lust mind
Mind of evil, it’s my nature, it’s my bloodline
Dirty mind, cold mind, time ticks lonely
Twisted mind, my mind’s playing tricks on me
Hook
Mind over manners, my mind never cared
My heart was bleeding out, my mind was never there
Except to cut it deeper, my mind is merciless
So have mercy on a soul with a hurting head
My word is dead when my mind overrules it
I got a mind that I don’t know what to do with
Wisdom scorns it, my spirit hates it
All the selfishness in me celebrates it
My mind, old mind, poor mind, lost mind
Expensive thoughts, I can’t even count the cost, my
Life is resenting it, my mouth is venting it
It’s so chaotic, I just wanna stop and empty it
But it would fill back quick like I practiced
It’s magic when I manifest sadness
It craves madness, thrives on anguish
It speaks fluent in the devil’s native language
Hook
Mind over manners, my mind never cared
It’s tryna tell me that God Himself was never there
Whenever there’s darkness, it creates faces
It convinced me that there’s no such thing as safe places
It displays mazes, for my direction
It has me focusing on peoples’ imperfections
It tells me that I’m losing, while all my friends win
Left out, but that’s just from what I left in
My mind, off mind, mind of anomaly
Outdated, x-rated, what’s going on with me?
I wanna see truth, my mind is filled with lies
I say I try to clean it up, do I really try?
I really find that my mind makes it kind of bleak
It’s so stubborn, and at the same time, it’s weak
Week after week, I discover more to fix on me
Twisted mind, my mind’s playing tricks on me
Hook - Track Name: Let Go [remix]
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I’m everybody and everybody is me
I’m nobody and nobody is free
I’m so funny they don’t study my speak
I’m whole, honey. You know, honey? Complete
it’s so muddy, so blurry, I seek
in no hurry, no siree, I freak
beat with gold wordy, old birdie, my beak
screeches, no chirpy, no worries, unique. Yes.
unique, baby don’t blame me for my mentality
the mind, body and soul spirituality
keeping close to the mold, there lies the fallacy
don’t let the myth take a hold, I know it’s challenging
hop scotch or fox trot, no galloping
stand ready or dance steady, let talent be
inside with ‘em I ride rhythms so gallantly
hi hat eye opens up and now it sees
Hook:
If you just don't know, don’t listen to me
And if you’re gonna regret it then don’t give into me
If you can’t vibe right, get a fresh flow
And if you can’t hold tight, better let go
boom, baby/give me some room, baby cakes
baby, live/baby gives and baby takes
can you handle the rap-raps that baby makes
gimme, gimme, give it up for baby’s sake
I’m selfish like shellfish on seashores
and we sell these seashells, you need more?
them other dudes will up what you reach for
they make their music in the place they got their weed stored
I’m smoke free/I toke beats and only that
don’t choke me/I’m joking/it’s only rap
it’s mostly crap…it’s mostly terrible
under construction like Cactus and Sarival
where it pulls you/you better pull it back
where it fools you/baby, don’t fool with that
where it cools you down/fire it up again
and burn it up, turn it out, it’s another win
Hook
And when your money runs out...let go
And when your plans don't work....let go
You gotta give to God and just leg go
And remember it was me that said so
And when your money runs out...let go
And when your honey runs out, go get her
But don't worry what tomorrow brings
I promise you it'll all get better
