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Aluminum (Intro)
01:55
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Little Things
02:58
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Each day is something new
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you
Grow stronger, never fear
If you get lonely, I'll be here
Is he diet or is he real?
Coming off the cuff with 50% of the feels.
90% front free
Why spit about what they spit all I gotta be is me
I’m walter white when I’m knocking because I’m rapping bad
Secret Agent Smith on this mic, I’m your American Dad
I’m Forbes top ten, you’re a wanted ad
Used to be on that jelly bean, now I’ma Kit Kat
ahhhh yeah but you you you got me
yeah, on your ford escort stock stereo because you bought me
Any top ten list talks they talk me
Tik Tok over clockin dj let this pop G
Like Hillary duff, you’re so yesterday
I’m like Cool in the Gang, time to celebrate
It’s always the kids in the smallest towns with the biggest dreams
It’s not about destiny because along the way, it’s the little things.
Well, He must be real because his blog said so,
And he must be real cause his mom said so
And I think he’s real because by bf tom said so
Well I think I’m real because I SAID SO
Eatin Flowflakes for Breakfast, so you can say I’m on my grind
Bag cereal and off brands, 5ever unsigned
But this is black metal irony is my game
So when you hear them screamin money, now you know my middle name
Awwwww yeah Part three
What’s about to be real is every dream I ever had deep down inside of me
But I’m still that kid looking at the beastie boys in magazines
It’s always the kids in the smallest towns with the biggest dreams
It’s not about destiny because along the way, it’s the little things.
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Best kept secret, welcome to the shore
rhymes and dimes in due time, you can be sure
Whisk and a lime, Ballywood till I’m hollywood
bag full of clover, running Bak 2 tha hood
Wool sweaters and poly blazies, Polo match
Losing money like margret, thatch
Rappin like I got the biggest shoulder patch
Snatch that catch that bake that into a brownie batch
hotter than olivia pope in a hot box
You know what they say about guys with Enron-sized Sox
His head must be so big, maybe that head game on lox
pog stocks Smaug stacks and bagel lox
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4. |
You Don't Know Me
03:20
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If it's a jeff city diss you got, I'm newman to your carson
open up my mouth, they charging me with arson
Sleepin on the couch like I’m talking to johnny carson
Up on your televisions like my name is Jimmy Parsons
Genius on the flow, My IQ is greater
130 PLUS scoring higher than these haters
can’t even listen cause what I do is greater
Splittin all these rails like I’m rhyming in Decatur
Welcome to Tennessee, welcome to the south
Sweet tea, spitting grass roots, all this word of mouth
If you aren’t feeling this, you can kindly get out
Black Metal’s what your girls already all about
Old School Dozi Flow Keep it nice and simple
Grocery List ladies, I got a whole benz full
Nah but I made this Mini Van a status symbol
Iconic rappin swear to god I’m so official
See my name on your iPhone, see my name on yo kindle
Write these words down and then use them for a hymnal
Eatin so fine, burgers made of lentils
Poppin all these haters like I’m poppin all these pimples
Lunar flow on this game, and I’m causing quite a ripple
Von Dutch Shinin’ Rip Van Winkle
Leaving all these fake friends saying they ain’t fickle
South East till the death of me it’s just that simple
You don't Know me, you
You don't know me, you
You don't know me, you
Don't know
Since you don’t know me I know I’ve got nothing to prove
I’ve excelled at everything I’ve ever intended to pursue
I’ve been waiting patiently ever since my debut
And by waiting I mean working, it’s all about point of view
So here’s my punch card, I’ve been working for a year
On all these punch lines that no one will ever hear
I’m just a cynical writer with a hip hop veneer
Hyped up on the surface, but under I’m cold and austere
So,Catch me while I’m non-stop before I belly flop
Chop Shop these beats are my cash crop
Chop Chop smile for the photo op
Time Crisis at the 407 Truck STOP
Catch me steady rhyming even when I need a cough drop
Catch me at that junk shop rocking this here mop top
Catch me on your tumblr, Catch me on your blogspot
Catch me in your desk chair, etching rhymes into your desktop
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I'm just a fill in,
Sheen to Ashton Kutcher,
Ellen to Rosie
Which is butcher?
Rosie with your kids,
Nick never cared,
Canon's forever gone,
Now you're caught up in my snare.
Mary Tyler Moore?
I'm Buddy Holly,
Take a seat, and
Welcome to my rap follies
Pocahontas
Got Jaundice,
I'm giving the wind my cares.
Beyonce's looking left,
I seen her falling down the stairs.
I'm holding back other rappers,
Keeping them in the fetal
They can't even right a line,
They'll never be my equal
You say I'm unbelievable?
Well, believe it dude,
I'm so timeless, I probably conceived of you.
Cosmic love in my bedroom,
Florence Italy,
You've got the love, Baby,
And I am the machine.
World News, and
Grey Goose,
You've seen me on your TV
Hansen took my story,
Now I'm blowing up your marquis.
I'm messing with this industry,
Driving home to Tennessee
The dweeber of the century
But you ain't got no top 10 MC's
Unless you're cloning 9 of me,
Horse stealer in my family tree,
Bat out of hell where the sinners be
Poppin bottles of green tea
Vitamins B, C, and E
All these girls refusing me
No bad breath, it must be me
They know where my Achilles be,
Giving me an injury
But now I want the world to see
That Hip Hop's nothing new to me.
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6. |
Smersh ft. Mr. Flowmatic
01:57
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From Russia with love, I’m SMERSHin’ this mic
Viewin’ all the killin’ of all these spies what it sound like
Never say never again? I’m living in Daylight
Goldfinger? Nah I got gold EYeeeess
and chains and cars and girls and belt buckles
When it comes to wishing 11’s I’m pulling doubles
Wishin’ on these eyelashes, wishin’ in these fountains
Wishin’ on all these shooting stars that you know I’ve been counting on
I’m gone, I’m back, I leave, I’m running’ that
OJ Every morning swear to god I’m a running back
Platinum Black Power pack on my luggage rack
Chillin up at Caesars like a one man wolf pack
Spillin what I’m needing so you know I’m gonna get that.
Movin in to this suite top floor ima unpack
Doin what I need no looking back no take back
Stand back I’m ridin off in my jet black jet pack
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I'm wandering free
Just, living in a dream.
Everyday that goes by
Is the same old thing.
8 red coins so I doubt you even have any
15 extra stars so it’s safe to say I had plenty
Top floor of the building, big boos balcony
endless staircases, top of the whole galaxy
LU WIGI Boards and six packs of Boos
Bowser in the sky, while im going down on a princess cruise
Pluckin pirana flowers like it’s tick tock clock
Dollar signs in my name so you know we’ll be making it pop
Treasure trove cove flip flappin like it’s a lock up
New hair cuts get that seagull flock up
Kazoos, banjoes, eggss to hock up
dot com o face like over stock
OG Ground Pounding, Long jump and crouching
I’m tiny-huge island on a cool cool mountain
Takin turns winning, Benny’s just watching
Princess writing us letters, you’re just pouting
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8. |
Intermission
03:51
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9. |
Old English
02:22
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Old English,
Half smiles,
Whispered thoughts
Dead dreams,
Restless nights,
I’ve got
x2
Corduroys and sunglasses, that’s how I’ll remember you.
Wintergreen, I could see my reflection every time I looked at you.
Summer nights on the docks, good mornings in the late afternoons.
Cold pizza, rolled up sleeves, perfect full moons.
You’re a hard thought to shake. (Old English)
Joy doesn’t just fall away. (Half smiles)
But I can’t help but smile every time I think of you. (Whispered thoughts)
You’re about to break. (Dead dreams)
I’m caught up in your waves. (Restless nights)
You’re just a storm with skin stretched over you. (I’ve got)
I’m just a kid with a bad back from a Jansport full of problems,
Who never thought of you as a flower but a whole field full of blossoms.
Lately I’ve been thinking about the way you looked at me when we first kissed,
And how to get back every single moment I think we’ve ever missed,
And when I’m gonna finally get back all those eleven eleven wishes,
And how to stop the fires I’ve started from burning all these bridges.
My mom told me once that I was just ambitious.
That’s why I shoot for the stars, but how come I’m still rich-less?
Is it because I’m superstitious, with these fortunes in my pockets?
Cookie cutter futures, keeping faces in these lockets?
Or is it because I can’t measure my wealth without you?
How lux it would be to have a million memories about you.
You checked out, (Old English)
And I cant keep out. (Half smiles)
There’s just something about you. (Whispered thoughts)
Dead dreams,
Restless nights,
I’ve got
Old English,
Half smiles,
Whispered thoughts
Dead dreams,
Restless nights,
I’ve got
x2
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10. |
Mad About it (A Poem)
01:46
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I finally got the smell of campfires out of my jeans,
And I’m mad about it.
Because the last thing I want to do
Is forget the smell of all those nights spent next to you.
I don’t want to forget
About the sleeping bag we shared.
I don’t want to forget
About the songs sang to the dancing flames.
I don’t want to forget
About the way we crunched away all our problems
Under our boots like leaves
Until they got wet with out intentions
And caked to us
And we couldn’t get them off.
We are:
The Mud
In the treads
On the shoes of other people
And I’m mad about it.
You were the single red leaf in the whole forsaken pile
Bright, and beautiful, but dying like all the rest,
And I was still green and attached at the hip
When I watched you fall down to the ground
A little girl picked you up and spun you around,
And she smiled back at her parents
The same way you used to smile back at me when you’d say my name.
Your mind was a place I once lived in, but as beautiful as it was,
Now I can’t get your mind out of mine.
And I’m mad about it.
I got mad one night when I was driving home away from you
And so I wrote this mess of words.
With each one, you wrapped your self around my thoughts,
Intertwined between the spaces,
And can I tell you that you connect all the dots?
You untwisted my tied tongue with your own,
But you’re so much more than just the way you make me feel.
It’s stupid,
I know it’s stupid,
So when I say this I know I’m stupid
But, I don’t know what you saw that night when you looked into my eyes,
But I saw in yours the entirely of my existence, somehow inscribed, page after page, my whole life.
Our whole life,
So while I’m sleeping next to fires hoping they’ll keep me as warm as you.
I’ll have dreams about a life where you’re mad about it too.
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11. |
Heart on Fire
08:57
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A decade under the influence, everything is louder now
So tell all your friends about me so when I blow up, no one will be wondering how
Are you where you want to be? Cause I’m still not
Cause there’s more than two I’s in “Friends with benefits” and I shouldn’t have left you in that dirty parking lot.
Smokey Robinson on the radio and I was swerving on the way back
The missed calls at night keep me company but I still aint never call back
You wore my heavy boots to open the door the night it was pitch black
And your floor almost gave weigh under the strain of all the journals in my backpack
I’ve been waiting for the truth but I think I got it long ago
But if that’s the truth, then baby I’ll act like I don’t know
It’s been so long since a single thing set these bones aglow
And I like your lies better than their truths but honestly I need to let it go
So let’s go anywhere and everywhere you wanna be
You told me once that this song wasn’t real and that I was just a wannabe
So I guess I wanna be with someone who wants a wannabe
Dozi, on that Marquee, let’s go anywhere, cause honestly
Honesty is the best poetry
Yeah, baby maybe I was shaky and my heart was on fire
But I’ve been crazy before and lately I’ve just been tired
Constantly searching for someone to make my boots a little lighter
The Days get Darker, the nights a little brighter
SO I’m wandering, that’s the way I like to exist,
Not wondering about all the little stupid things I might have missed
It took me so long to realize I can do better,
And now that I do, I’m better than better because I’m better than ever
Cherry daiquiri, singing everything is perfect,
Voicemail on my Blackberry saying you can ever forget
Text message on your cracked screen, ask why you can never forgive
You were gone before these lines, why you can’t admit?
My heart was on fire when you were singing for this track
But you started being a liar and you couldn’t take it back
Scraped your voice out of my mind cause I couldn’t deal with that
So every time you hear this new hook, I hope it takes you back
forreal
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Dozibrion Knoxville, Tennessee
1000 words at the same time
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