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time flies.
07:42
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Cloud Chasing
03:04
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Results (feat. Doodled)
03:41
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When everything you say becomes "content";
now everything you mean needs context.
Decrees gonna meet you as a nemesis
thinkin' "who we gonna bomb next?"
Bad corrections meet bad intentions
and fad at-mentions beat ravaged tensions.
Not "savage" - feeding scraps of attention -
mad you're lackin' re-reads and mentions,
prayin' that you "got 'em" with jejune ba-booms;
ratios ring hollow - detuned bassoons.
Can't pick 'n' choose - excused and loose.
Excuses loose - refuse to lose.
Makes me say:
Day-by-day think I'm démodé
for thinkin' maybe fate
ain't pay-for-play yet,
but maybe days went
pacin' blazes.
Peace ends through DMs
that we send.
Constantly hostile -
our beasts check.
Stalking apostles -
no effects.
Balk at our walks -
can't reap this.
I'm just in a bind:
"just prevail at life's list."
If justice is blind,
y'all read Braille with your fists.
Keep you fit and wry when you gonna lose your chill.
Need it written why? So your cut-and-shoot don't kill.
Never quickened by any sudden move distilled,
but until you sit and die on your Dunning-Kruger hill.
We fancy we know - go ahead, flex with your head in it -
pamper your ego, but your cortex can't handle it.
And I wonder
I wonder
If it's enough to have your principles
But I wonder
I wonder
If it's worth it for no good results.
'Cause I know just what you wanna do,
but it won't go how you want it to.
Results!
Results!
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results!
When everything you say becomes "content,"
all your context becomes a contest
in a prom dress in a bomb chest -
rather bosh-fleck than accept you rotted all your "best."
Confidentials - mental
marks of the human that rob potential:
Special mentions, wells of attention;
friends screamin' "why" like you're mixin' Hank/Henry Hill and Jon Denton,
John Lennon; imagine your pension -
penny-pinchin' pieces of past portions, you're pluckin' your own penchants:
Your penchant for madness, penchant for status,
penchant for all clements you can fit on a mattress,
penchant for all mentions you can .zip in a cabinet,
penchant for pretensions you commit to attack with.
Rather back-track to backpackin' it
with a sun-powered calculator and a bummed-out abacus.
(Don't talk to me like I'm Dewdled -
I'm just a gene-pool-noodle.)
(Shout out to TW3LV3 with the threes,
got a lot more real than I thought it'd be.)
Results!
Results!
Results!
Results!
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results! (Results!)
Results!
Results!
Results!
Results!
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By some sick design we never came together
Had to severe all ties we crossed a fine line
Used to rush home spendin hours on the phone
But neither could've known that we'd grow so cold
As these days go by and we age with time
Strangers by nature, always online
Can't cross divides to offset the crimes
Of the mind and the heart was a trial from the start
Denying all faults involved with the other
Whether or not we fall, could we stand or crawl?
Kiss me through the text? Touch hands on a screen
Missing every second if you're live on a stream
Director cut this scene we've been left on seen
Do you dream like me? Filled with spite like me?
My best friend is gone we rest and move on
A test of whose strong, we waited too long
I had never intended to let you go and i meant it
When i said i would forever cherish the time that we spent
It was a dream come true, and if we want to
Reevaluate our positions believe me you
I would do it
- Without a second thought, i promise that
I guess i thought i wanted somethin different but i caught it bad
Saw it as an option but by then you wouldn’t call me back
- God i wish that back then i’da thought of that
I didn’t realize the spark when i had it
- needed to realign my thoughts, steppin back and
Then i missed it. Silently crying about a past that i
Wished didn’t leave me listless lookin back at it
- while time moves on and i grew strong
I can’t help but wonder what did i do wrong
I lashed out at others cause i tried too long
To sing to the rhythm of a dying song
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I’m keeping track
Not holding back
But somehow I keep falling
Behind I’m slacking off
And thinking why
Do I keep stalling
I’m seeing stars
But a rainbow I can’t make
I was a kid sensation
Where is my motivation
So can I turn around
And repeat past events
Before I hit the ground
My body’s getting tense
And my heart can’t beat much faster
Am I heading for gold
Or just a new disaster
Finish line
Oh how you beckon to me
Double time
I’m splitting records like I’m
Swift winds and storming lightning
I’m blasting through the sky
I’m sticking to the landing
Even when they criticize
Ha you think such hot stuff
Even when your wing is broken
It is never enough
You keep on falling on your face
But yet you do what you love
Give it up
Take a hint
It’s time to take off the gloves
Hold on
Wait a minute
I don’t think this is fair
I got a talent to show
So I try, still I dare
So now I’m pushing to my limits
I don’t care what you say
I’m gonna go super sonic
Like back in the day
So can I turn around
And repeat past events
Before I hit the ground
My body’s getting tense
And my heart can’t beat much faster
Am I heading for gold
Or just a new disaster
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Azure
02:29
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Odyssey
03:48
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Everlast (feat. Scoonie)
05:13
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Woke up one day, thinking my world would wash away,
was afraid that my life would never be the same,
I would pray, for my fam to be safe but I couldn’t help being stuck in this indefinite cage.
Yeah I’m, helpless to the elements, no harmony
just be lucky I’m still alive, feeling eternally
Blessed but stressed still yet to digest
how this all came to be can’t seem to get a rest.
I need to leave, get away for a while
Take a train, rest my brain leave my doubts in a pile
Meet some mates, through the dark times they’ve made me smile
Get on stage, press play, make the crowd go wild.
Feel free to change anything if you want.
And while I’m sad that I’m back from the con
I know this show is far from being dead and gone
We’re gonna be here from 2021 and beyond
So this here’s my gift to you, Ponies at Dawn.
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Seaquestria
05:28
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12. |
Deep Sea Diver
05:05
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13. |
Souvenirs
04:27
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