11 - we run on scripts

12 - clap on

I’mma find a way that I can find a way ta Say all of the things that I been tryna say Cept I wanna do it so it’s systematic Fueling my movements with my emotions proven problematic Sabbaticals til radical in every way Easier than ever standing out when everybody gay Imma set this up like it’s a factory Then I’m cutting through all of the bullshit and the faggotry That’s in the way They wanna put PC muzzle on my face Got me sayin shit I never would’ve thought i needa say Am I really that predictable? Or am I just another victim of a bunch vitriol Or maybe it’s the way that I’ve been thinkin for a minute I take full responsibility for all these fuckin idiots Psyche Do the things I want and all the shit I like Passin on this instant gratification got me feelin right I mean Working for my family’s future That doesn’t exist yet Uhhh Still been snappin even if it’s half a fraction of the sum Of the person that I’ve been and the man that i’ll become Still I plan on doin sumthin everybody scared to do Dont be worred if you catch shittin all up in ya stu Take a seat, then a scoop, down the hatch, at’ll do the trick Easy mama everybody know you brought the lutefisk Nobody wanna tell ya brought it on yaself Doubt she even give a shit she goin right back on the shelf No pills, no chill, not a shit given I left it for ya moms last thanksgiving Tell her she the bomb even tho she isnt Thats why to daddy gone rather go to prison I could go on but I know i shouldn’t How convenient he switchin up the flow In the middle of a bar Like he don’t know what to order Just a little bit to far off the wagon in the shoulder Of a busy road Whatchya know He fixes up the flat Cops’ll send his ass to prison when they figure out the flask Filled up halfway with some gas Whoops, sorry occifer Didnt mean to be a criminal Or show you that I’m sweerrvvvin Right into ya daughter’s front lawn Act like it’s a mystery tomorrow when she yawn I aint goin back to prison till I’m gone If I have to take ya with me then I’m rappin up this song clap off - busta rhymes

11 - we run on scripts

Beat by VAVI - “Script” https://youtu.be/43nPC1n4rP8 Par for the course Eagles go to die Far from the average Star struck did damage Get this kid a bandage covered with colors and branded Cartoons, soothe wounds, you need bacetracin Half its hangin open catch a butterfly close it ‘Fore it’s leaking pass the point of no Return video tapes I go Sicko psycho mericano Wit a little bitta ice is nice n cold She a little bit fiesty I suppose She a little bit like me I should know But refusin self awareness My birds are boxed and they parrots Why should the kitty be hairless Where in the f*** are these parents Lackin a bone in they back its hazerdous stupid and careless This from a critic who hypocritically aimless So Take a pause take ya jaws of the floor leggo This that raw ask ya girl guarantee the she know If she say she don’t well she could be telling the truth Or she had sufficient practice n now she sellin you dupes S’why’m selling the coupes, bought a deuce deuce Couple .38s,  couple can relate Lately i’m thinkin we merely playin the part of a script Oui it’s embarrassing shit, you gonna pardon my french I’m gonna stock up my chips Get good at cookin ze fish Catching me slippin you wish Trapped in ridiculousness Lookin at screens, demonic entity beams I’m paranoid and a fiend But if I’m right then, you gon, see Fight or flight, only faggots, freeze Birds, bees, maggots, fleas Day or night, we all hafta, leave White, black, grey, green Life is cycles they repeat History in rhythm, D, Vide n conquer, vices leak Till they steal the guns n speech Shootin up ya favorite streams Holes in all ya arguments We on to all ya strategies and all us up to arms in it Keep on acting out ya roles and Don’t forget a single line None of us are worried bout it Couldn't forget if you tried

10 - everyday folk

Written and recorded on my phone in less than an hour in a cafe in seminyak Bali. beat by Mark Kamen This the blindside Rubbin on muh minds eye Hindsight Twenny twenny Baby say she love me Now I think that shit is funny as a drive by Which it’s not Pissed this thought is runnin through my cranium I walk up to a baddie I got nothin good to say to em I wanna roll a fattie filled with budda so I pray to him In-hale bales of the hay meditate and decay while I medicate the pain all away Like aye Didn’t have much to put into a thought Anyway They can’t touch me if I never put myself into my day They don’t love me like I love me and I’m goin all the way Full of somethin filled with nothin paradoxically the same What the fucks it mean to be a human being who can say Let me just say a couple key phrases till I’m paid And I’m broke on stage till I choke Always dreamin till I’m woke Just your everyday folk

8 - plastic chair

Written sittin on a plastic chair in Kuala Lumpur, malaysia with a nicely packed hookah. Lyrics: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1a8M2_wpT2wEY_cbGRRhjI3cGm2V7zbw6/view?usp=drivesdk beat- bambro koyo ganda by bonobo

7 - see or nah

well I like words, and word is bond my name is James, I'm lyin huh I'm tryin bruh, ice underneath my eyelid's fall the fuck that mean, u aint even know bruh she don't need no man she dont need no bra  she gon free dat nip she gon take that d she gon take a couple sips now her neck game on that's cool and all don't get me wrong but that shit gets old when you let shit go and your best foot forward steps back over all next fad overall came back from the past and it all unfolds I'm suppose to tell you that I smell you and it's all roses But this corny outcast thinks you smell like toilets I'm no excecption, no second guessing Have a little faith, and some epinephrin  best on the planet god dammit I'm the man and Imma level any devil till they everywhere on hand on god on the bible still a child till its over  on some ying yang criss cross this that rick ross mixed with lao tzu fuck if you know the fuck you don't  it dont matter what you say, unless you really know and y