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ANTiSOCIAL
02:49
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VERSE ONE
You don’t work then you don’t get paid huh
Don’t pray then you won’t be saved
You afraid then you won’t be made huh
You a lame then you can’t play the game
I was built I was made this way huh
You ain’t a thing mothafuck your wave
I’m a king naw I ain’t no slave huh
My heart thump boy that ain’t no bass
Fuck a fake one I say it to ya face huh
You a punk boy get outta my space
I don’t know you don’t want no handshakes huh
You seein me better pump those brakes
Want fame but don’t understand the stakes huh
My rep good I don’t run with no snakes
You could find me I don’t run I don’t chase huh
You could find me ain’t shit gon’ change though
HOOK
Wanna be..Antisocial
VERSE TWO
They gon’ follow, who they gon’ follow
I got the juice and ain’t shit bottled
Fuck you that’s the motto
Tell ya chick she could meet me at the grotto
Feeling like I’ll never hit the lotto huh
And all of y’all still acting, bravo
No I don’t wanna have a convo
I wanna jump in the tahoe and dip to the condo
Too many rivals too many false idols
Too many frauds right hands on they bibles
I’m too tribal you fellas too bridal
I’m too primal a little too vinyl
I won’t lie to ya, we not the same
You want the spotlight you’d die for the fame
I don’t need that I just wanna fade
And you could find me but won’t shit change though
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THE DEEP
02:50
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HOOK
Tryna be deep fam? I’m just tryna be the man
Sinkin’ in the deep man, I don’t think I’ll ever see land
They all want to be boys, but we need man
I just wanna be loved, it ain’t that deep man
VERSE
Somebody got hot off a style I created
You painted a picture, the paint fading
But my vision remains
Brown man in America, got you a lane
Took a slice out my pie and got you some fame
And now you reign
Fake king we ain’t nothin the same
Talk about terrorism you was flyin them planes?
We know you getting high sitting on the runway
You so lame, I give you the gun, you won’t aim
There’s no shame, I’m not tame
I got fangs, and I just know thangs
White man said you the savior, now ya arm folded
On ya best behavior
I got no friends in high places, no double x l pages
Give it time they’ll pitch their forks at you and have you fadin
I’m tired of pushin artist, putting garlands on fuckboys, pushin pardons
You got parkinsons? Shakin when im progressin?
You take the style, tryna pawn it then?
I don’t want no dap fucker touch my feet, dick rider
They all see you tryna touch my meat, pause
And fuck magazines, all
This kerosene bars
There’s plenty of us really makin hits out here, let’s get one thing clear
We ain’t all got beards
We don’t all fit the box, stop, shift gears
Cuz my only fear is letting these dudes steer
I don’t do it for my block I don’t do it for my city
That’s small time, I do it for the billion comin with me
The brown skins they with me, the red dots they with me
It don’t matter if you picked me your pages couldn’t have fit me
You don’t compare yourself to me, so why would I ever do the same
I never slanged so I guess I should be ashamed
I never killed so no one care when they hear my name
I’ma make a lane from everything that you ain’t
Do everything that you can’t
Tell Kou he could cue up the pain
I’m trained, I’ma ruin ya day
I never wrote nothin that didn’t mean something
Never spoke nothin if I aint even done it
And uh, I thought this was what you wanted?
Ain’t this what you wanted?
HOOK
Tryna be deep fam? I’m just tryna be the man
Sinkin’ in the deep man, I don’t think I’ll ever see land
They all want to be boys, but we need man
I just wanna be loved, it ain’t that deep man
How could you be afraid of what you’ve seen before, it’s nothin new
Some lame propped up by a few
How could you be afraid of what you’ve seen before, it’s nothin new
Some lame propped up by a few
[Lyrics go in and out until the end, you can’t really hear them]
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L8NIGHTS
03:52
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You’re gone gone gone
Baby, baby
You’re gone gone gone
VERSE ONE
There’s gotta be a reason that I met you
That I let you make me believe that I was special
You nearly drove me mental
And now I’m drivin in this continental
Thinkin I could let go, knowing that I wont
Knowing that you’re the reason for every line I ever wrote
Anytime I ever stepped on that stage feeling like I would choke
Youre the reason that I hope
Told me I would make it one day then left me all alone
And everytime you go, you came right back
I gotta give you that I guess I gotta give you that
You never cared that I was square, saw something underneath the clothes and the hair and the glasses
Started writing notes in my classes, feeling like an addict
You told me I’m a king you gave me status
So that first time that I got behind the wheel and pushed the gas down
I knew I had to find you but I can’t now
HOOK
You’re gone
You’re gone baby
Wanted to write a love song, but not just any love song
The kind you hum along to when it comes on
VERSE TWO
You gave me game had the blueprint
Told me K you could do this
So I put the pen to the pad
Nobody else mattered, nobody else had what I had
Nobody else gave me a hand, just you
So I missed every party for you
Missed very hardly cuz you
Had a hold on my body it’s true
Had my mind all screwed
Spent every last dime on you, and for what?
Chasing a dream, they all warned me
A simple life too boring
I thought id take you out on tour, and put you in the foreign
But you said you’d seen it all before, bad girl
That don’t mean that you got around
But everybody want a piece
And I thought if I could have you they’d believe
Thought if I could have you I’d be free
I could never be replaced, but you couldn’t see, I’m still hear chasing
BRIDGE
I’m still here chasing
Wondering if I did this right, coming home late last night
I can’t do a thing if I
Don’t see the wrong in ya
Left me and I’m stuck in ya
HOOK
You’re gone
You’re gone baby
Wanted to write a love song, but not just any love song
The kind you hum along to when it comes on
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