uhhh shout out to Mikal kHill, I wanted to get you on this album but I wouldn't have been able to pay you, so I mentioned you with my lyric words. Guys, go check him out, he's awesome!
lyrics
i told em to turn on the lights in the forest
they didnt' know what it meant so they then just ignored it
and sat around and heckled me in the darkness from their porches
of course this is before i poisoned em all with orchids
imagine if i had forced it or referred to a killer instinct
or imagine instead i'd put out a million brilliant things
imagine if i cared that everyone didn't get it
i do it all the time, cynically my worst critic
is myself, and nobody else
is gonna get it done for me, show love for me when i need some help
I'm meaning well, though it's easy to misconstrew
exactly what it is that i been meanin to do
the pressure is mounting i guess i should display some effort
and it'll be the first and the last time that i give an f word
fuck it, there, that's now yours to keep
i'm really invested in methods of testing of counting the sheep
impressive, i'm guessing the message is i'm walking through sleep
i'm mired in tiredness tryin shit to get me less wired at least
i've taken nyquil, benadryl, and a couple of melatonin
my eyes ain't closin cuz i don't think that i plugged my phone in
groanin like a zombie you'd bring in Mikal to KHill
just lemme finish up fixin the typos in my will
i'm gettin a little ahead myself, i mean you can sleep when your dead
i'm bettin a veteran peddlin better things had you misled
every line on paper designed to sound better in head
was i ever an english major or am I a caveman instead?
Otto crush with club, not bang with out rocks
not hang with all jocks, dang, they all talk
My boss had heard me rap and I figured I'd walk
But she thought it was dope and I got off without scott
i got this far in life on my own without god
cuz if it's proven otherwise then I'm a devout fraud
i got remote odds, on what's pertaining to my victory
a long shot, but blistered feet won't hinder me
an injury simply isn't forbidding me rippin the inquiries really it's simple, see, used to be pimply now i pimp triplets evicted from misery cuz i lacked company, run from me, underneath any and everything, petty endeavors never successfully managed to make it in music or anything that i attemped and it didn't make sense to me
What? I still don't give a fuck
If'd you'd believed otherwise, the fuck can be used to shut up
From Johannesburg, South Africa, terrence? delivers an EP of gorgeous soul and moody hip-hop surrounded atmospheric production. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022