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Spoonin'
02:00
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Saturday
Play all day
Ain’t gotta work
I’ll drift away
Sailing away, spirited away
Like Journey, like Miyazaki
Eat Japanese with teriyaki
Sensei Mr. Miyagi
I’m Ralph Macchio
Mr. Roboto, Roly Poly Oh
Set it on a doily-oh
Or inside my folio
Set it on a pedestal like
the opening of my art shoooowww
Weird and loud
I wear it proud
I wear it like my purple wig out on the town
I put it down
I put it out
I put it, put, put it
Been fiending for the feeding
of some music in my ear
Keep me leaning toward the feeling
of some fingers in my hair
Catherine Keener, you’re so cute
in your moment of despair
Got me reeling in the moment
Gimme a moment to prepare
Seeing mali, sounds of Bali
Slipping into bohemia
Smelling lavender with these two girls
One bump is just enough
citron gin for the win
I’ll travel home a bit later
Let my buzz bring me good luck
See my baby, feel his warmth
As I come in for the huuggg
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2. |
I Don't Care
01:57
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They say I'm a salty bitch
I'll call you out, without a flinch
I'll cut you out in a cinch
Ew. Pinch you off like some shit
YOU mistake my frankness for lip
When I just don't have time for that shit
I’m just up here just til I quit, y'all
Bing bang boom and off to the next.
I'm here to work not impress you
Looking good in my dress
You act like I should trust you
You see me do like the rest do
I bring it just like the best do
Chomp you up like Big League Chew
You'll find me meditate and appreciate
As fate comes to get you
My angle's straight and direct
No dire straights, I come correct
I'm changing lanes to connect
Point A to point B, who's next?
Dropped like a hot potato
That’s okay tho
Your philosophy didn’t fit on me
Draped loosely
LOOKIN’ REAL UGLY
Like I was at the outlet mall shoppin’ at Cato’s
And I don't care.
I’ll wear my termination proud like a medal
The flowers on the bar droopin’, losin’ petals
my heart and soul wasn’t gettin’ fed though
Use this opp practice my flow
Grumpy Old Men Part III: Disappointed
I think that their brain’s disjointed
Uh, Home Alone: Lost in the City - someone find 'em
someone take these mad men back to Shady Pines, man
Cause I don't care.
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3. |
Scratch
01:54
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Personality fluid
Misconstrued
The man ballyhooin’
if I don’t fit the part
My subconscious leashed
Or else I’m labeled a freak
My normalcy is weak
My freakishness is art
I’m Insecure like my girl Issa
At least I can get my rox off
Binge watching, not stopping
Because, my bbz, they’re singing my song
And I never cared about being repped more than lately
When I'm used to not relating
to characters the media thinks I want
Because I don’t— cause I really, really don’t
Like --my perspective never links up with the people I see
These lame ass characters I see on TV
My humanoid self is wicked, damn hungry
To see some fucked up chicks that remind me of me
Cause I need room to be
the whole mess I am
I won’t be defined by
the ideals of a man
I’ve got it made
like MTV,
like everybody look at me.
I’m free, I’m trapped, I’m free, I’m free!
The city reigning down on me,
and raining me in my house.
Let me out.
Raining me in my house
Let me out!
Cause I need room to be
the whole mess I am
I won’t be defined by
the ideals of the man
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4. |
Sandman
02:29
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Mister Sandman, Mister Sandman
Bring me some green
I feel it all crumbling away
Like control is an illusion
and you only realize when you’re losing
And not when you’re on top
On top of your game, on top of the ball, on top of your shit
I wanna quit
when everything I’m working for is falling to shit
It’s hard to even start
Cause the strain on my heart is takin’ over
The struggle is in control
And it’s got me in a chokehold
Mister Sandman, Mister Sandman
Bring me some green
The reality is so cold
And I’m hot with the panic
Feeling the change comin’ on
I’ll wait til it’s gone
So I can feel in control
My planet is in retrograde
What’s in store for me?
As I store in me
my depressive tendencies
On the verge of insanity
Lawd, look at me on Easter Sunday
I’m crying in my bed, head in my hands
Watching my seedlings fall over dead
This project getting in my head
Squiriming like Thurm the Worm
Amongst a crepe-lovin’, Chippewa clubbin’
White bitch with her iced chai, chuggin’
She’s chuggin’ on that beverage
With a man on her arm
Mister Sandman, Mister Sandman
Bring me some green
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5. |
A.N.T.
02:33
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My memory places you in
compartments i cannot reach
Dare you to teach a person to cope
To process.
My best bet
Is the regress, to fall into grief
prolong willful suspension of disbelief
You’re looking down, over, around at me
Wherever you are I wonder if you be proud
Or think I’m cool.
Could I visit in the summertime
In Gram's garden old and drinking wine
next to the hydrangeas -
You’re high and dangerous
You could hold me on your knee like old times
Posed
Stay composed
You’re everywhere but no where
Your memory floats
Where did you go?
Your memory floats
Where did you go?
The stinging is dull in a place I can’t locate
Is this your fate?
Without you eating cake -- without you
Crying in your place
The years go on and still I wonder
where is Nicole?
I wonder, where did you go?
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Hop Hop Buffalo, New York
Hop Hop is the the hip-hop persona of American rapper, musician, producer Jaz Frazier born and raised in the South and currently based in Buffalo, New York. Frazier uses Hop Hop to vent issues tied to identity, sexism and racism among other topics.
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