two little singles i wrote about Max Bemis, hometowns, Weigel's gas stations, shark attacks, and most of all, fwendship :)

soundcloud.com/djdozibrion/sets/silky-singles-presents-dbl-parkd-x-dozibrion

More info about this single can be found here:
diptych.substack.com/p/an-early-listen-and-some-thoughts

LYRICS:

"DBL PARK'D"
i'm from a long like of fords so watch me while i switch lanes
tul pen and a death note at the cypher, imma write names
match the socks and the headphones like hot summers
i pulled up with the boombox and got numbers
i got your main that's a big bummer
then i slid on your side and we took a big slumber
and i just wanna get a bit dumber
and roll up with a dozen in her dad's old hummer

did you forget it (um)
that you were never really with it
(admit it)
did you forget it
(admit it)

she like switching lanes in her past life
we like triple c's in the passed sprite
we was a buncha lames till last night
when i was crushing hard i put her name in the lite brite
i got her tapes in my talkboy
and you still tryna talk boy
she got '05 in her walkman
and get it through your head she ain't never wanna talk, man
broken tail light, switching gears on the back road
when you were double parked on the sidewalk and got towed
look, i'm in that h2 hand-me-down
i seen you dropping a couple g's at the impound

(catch me out on the lot)
(i don't really talk a lot)

did you forget it
that you were never really with it
(admit it)
did you forget it
(admit it)
did you forget it (um)
that you were never really with it
(admit it)
did you forget it
(admit it)

"Golden Hour (Exit 26) B SIDE"
jar fulla caviar, put that on my flag card
strappy black tit cover, put that on my rav4
silver speckled like a 'rilla, still green like reptar
we was on the run, we ain't even get far
you was on the hunt, first blood in your waistband
i was on that veg, onigiri with the fake spam
seaweed, blowing skunk rings out on white sand
we're the kind of the world now that the whole world turned bland
i'm tryna stay out their iron sights
testing my patience like a buncha try guys
i'm never washing up, i'm old ironsides
i'm feeling confident like i got iii
4 wheel drive, i'll tip up the front like a razor
scoot down in the front n drive slow like the pacer
i remember making dumber beats on your acer
my mind gone like i'm still out on decatur
(line drawn) there ain't no crossing that
i'm gone, you can't ignore the facts
broke back, luck gone, i'm stepping on all the cracks
she said "i can speak in tongues", she been reading acts
top floor with the bottom shelf in the coffee mug
in that basement studio, paco with the golden gun
it's always never say never 'till you cut n run
it's all love until you got no one