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Preamble (L)
05:08
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Drifting
03:48
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Drifting
So far away
Lost in space
But where else could I be
Blank slate
No lines to be seen
Canvass of black
No walls around me
Vacant lands
Can barely see beyond your hands
No known date
Uncertain fate
No end in sight
This boundless prison frees and binds
Feels like my mind is
Drifting
So far away
Lost in space
But where else could I be
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Second Space (s)
05:03
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Second space absorb my restless soul
Test the pace of endless headwind
Extra places store my baseless cold
Shivering against the blizzard of resistance
I see people walk by my building today
I can see their smiles come from every corner
But as they closer I can see their pain
It's a face we put on for each other
We're too influential on one another
There's just too much here at stake
And if you could see what I do I think you'd understand
This superficial system's
Getting out of hand
Second space absorb my restless soul
Test the pace of endless headwind
Extra places store my baseless cold
Shivering against the blizzard of resistance
Why do we all hide our feelings these days
Why are afraid of our own hopes and cares
Being seen by passers by is not appealing
We're all afraid of lasting stares
We're too influential on one another
Theres just too much that we pay willingly
And if you could hear different tunes I think you'd understand
This corporate interests starting
To break up the band
Second space absorb my restless soul
Test the pace of endless headwind
Extra places store my baseless cold
Shivering against the blizzard of resistance
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Lil Codetta (2aM)
08:42
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5. |
Emails From Home (C)
03:56
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Beefeater
Dream eater
Dip the pen in the ink well
Breath life into my library
This is the prequel
All these introverted people
Battling internal evils
The priest under the steeple
Is preaching that you can beat it
With a little faith and prayer but don't you believe it
It's only once you have paid your way
they'll rid you of the evils and demons
For free feeble advice
is all you'll receive
Conceive your own in between
Of unknowns and unseens
Your receiver is leaking scenes
From your tv
the green screen
Tumbling down
rumbling sound
Compounded static energy
Grounded out
Zap around my roundabout
Pass through glass grooves
Classrooms are getting rowdy
So I'm thinking outy
About time I got used to shouting over crowds at outings
doubters are getting pouty
Loud tunes are pounding
Sounds around howling
Bounce down from downtown
Crown and sky in the back
Lights flash as we drive by
Casual gas pedal push
Watch quick as the time flies
Rolling up 9 5 doing 9 5
No 9 needed pre rolling green 9 to 5
No 9 to 5 in my life
Survive on my own time
Borderline of insane and ok I ride
Stay odd till I die
A juggernaut when I'm high
Dice rolling hoping the goal will provide
Some quiet peace of mind
knowing I can rely
Heavily on my own designs
Steadily my own supplier
Intrepidly moving on up the ladder
I know process is what matters
Love it or end up in disaster
Fasten all seat belts
We're blasting off
Solid fuel is burning in the backbeat
Tap it out on flat feet
Biking on the backstreets
With a couple of homies
Go easy on the calories
Jump it up like a battery
Battering down walls with blasphemy
casting off headstrong tendencies
Check in with these trustees
Old steez rusting in summer breeze
I can barely believe it
Check please
Old themes coming from the other team
I can barely conceive it
Let alone defeat it
Have you seen the
Obscene belief that
Dreams can be replaced by designer jeans
Better not complete it
Buying in to the fiscal nonsense
Burning away at your inner conscience
Honestly honesty isn't valued now
Everybody's looking for perfect sound now
100 takes playing at the same time
Auto tuned
eq curved to the sky
Full compression
Limiter
Drive
Maybe a couple filters?
Bitcrush it? Huh?
Are side chains required
Writing now?
Maybe meticulous isn't the only route
Simple
Put good in, get good out.
Production style has power but our
Ears shouldn't hear flatline for entire albums
Thousands of decibels wasted in that war of loudness
Tryna drown out one another not focused on our own sound
How it should be
Could we
get back to brass tacks
And good beats
Quality musicians out there
jamming in the streets
Without labels, managers or pr marketing teams
Too many out here're getting lost in the green
Gotta hit the demographics adults and teens
The fact of the matter is talent is seen
If artistry is your secret
There's no need to keep it
Believe that your evils exist in each
It's a shared experience just trust
In your gut feeling
We've all got dreams
Just the fact that you've got the balls
To scream yours at all in the hall
Deserves recognition by default
It's the definition of hard decision
Sitting back and playing it safe
Or put a life on the line
Your real life vs a huge ass waste of your time
Emails from home
Take me back to where I started from
Emails from home
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