1. |
cranes in seoul
03:26
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INTRO
“Hey, do you think you could give this a listen?”
(Adlibbing)
1-2-3-4
5-6-7-8!
"I think I got the timing wrong"
"Um, let me try that one more time"
"How embarrassing..."
VERSE 1
Raising cranes in Seoul
Where I saw your face
And I’ll refrain (You 바보)
From photos that don’t quite capture the rain
In the June monsoon
So the chill nip in the air
Made me zip up your coat & nestled in the folds
Your heterochrome eyes light up my soul
So I check my pulse
Discreetly ‘cause you know I’m not bold
So could you count off with me like *cough*
5
6
7?
CHORUS
8!
Sweep Me Away! (Sweep me away)
Like the dust piled up on the mantelpiece!
Oh!
Maybe we could emulate the cranes?
Sweeping away!
VERSE 2
Yeah
And you’re used to attractive aesthetic folk
Strumming on acoustic guitars humming cute songs for you, yeah
As beautiful models
Of every persuasion
Perched up in the rafters
Flutter with laughter
At my singing
At my dancing
At my total lack of talent
But I want you to know, I’ll smile
When you get the song lyrics all wrong, yeah
I laugh along, sing along, and join (바보)
But I'll fly
When you hit the notes right!
I got it this time, ok?
9
10
Heaven?
CHORUS
8!
Sweep Me Away (Sweep me away)
Like the debts piled up on my mantelpiece!
Oh!
Maybe we could emulate the cranes
Sweeping away!
BRIDGE
And I felt inside of my mind
Back home in the USA
That somewhere in Nowhere, Oklahoma
We might share a space
No, it’s not in LA
Or a place where you’re familiar
But I can’t afford the rent either
CHORUS
These days!
Spinning away, yeah
Like my discs compiled on your mantelpiece
Oh!
Maybe we could emulate the cranes
Spinning away
Spin me away
Oh god, I got debts to pay
I can’t afford to feed myself
I know that you wanted that rent apartment free in LA
Ba-Ba-La-Ba
Ba-Ba-Ba-La-Ba
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2. |
fugu + blue
01:59
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INTRO
“Yawn”
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba
VERSE 1
Fin tips, fingertips blue, yeah
Culminate in voodoo, huh?
Whenever I hear your name drop (drop)
I groggily wake up with a tattoo IDK where it came from?
Was it back in Machu Picchu?
Or more likely in your little bedroom ‘cause
I got a sneaking suspicion that overnight I was used as a canvas
Overnight, you used me as a canvas
To be frank, my skin looking outlandish
Populated with fish like Atlantis
Coloring rampant like an ink bandit, mmm
As tannins in the mattress
Indicate that I’m late
As I rush out the door, she calls out
“By the way, baby”
CHORUS
“Fugu, give me a kiss”
“Let’s banish those blues”
She said, laughing and grinning as her defense
But I had a job interview in the morning
Which I failed
But that’s not your fault
We’re dysfunctional, but we’re happy
“And they told me they liked your art actually"
"But, um, that it was unusual as a start"
"That a candidate would attend in their pajamas"
"And if next time I could please not do that...”
VERSE 2
Your voice is husky
You’re uniquely lovely and
We share a dumb hobby where we (yeah)
Sit in a cafe / Watching folks do double takes past our window
While you chug your coffee, and I sip my tea
Their mouths agape struggling to breathe / At our dangerous
Dichotomy
Strangers think that you’re rude
When I’m sulking at you
Over the morning news
But sipping dark roasted brews
My friends see past the ruse / Your friend see past the ruse
And all of them are your friends too / And all of them are my friends too
So I say to you, baby
CHORUS
“Fugu, give me a kiss”
“Let’s banish those blues”
I said, laughing and grinning as my defense
But I failed my job interview the past morning
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3. |
panthera*
03:18
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CHORUS
Panthera *snap*
Claw marks on my car
How did we get to this wreckage?
Timeline back a few pages
VERSE 1
Yeah
Now I’m cruising along
Hands gesticulating with the wildlings
Drunken tigers brushing on my Mercedes
While I don’t
Mind the tires in the air, laissez faire
‘Cause I think that it’s better if I just rap by myself in the mirror, yeah
"Did I do it for the rep or new Filas?"
Blasé power up, call me Trunks
Sink into the ocean
Dip my toes in tropes &
Now I’m a bicultural pop reference just like Gotenks
And anything hyphen Americans can relate buried in
Subtle undulations of DNA
Traditional chains drag us 2 ways
Lost in reflection, I go back to the basics
Back to the basics I see Majin Buu fragments on the pavement
Looking at my brain concerned about the percentage that is caved in
And missing like the remains
Of my limbs transplanted from billions
Of clones embedded within my skin
Trapped inside glass pieces, my bones yeah
Coalesce becoming paper cranes, yeah yeah
Scarlet letters written on parchment fans
Yeah yeah yeah!
Yeah yeah yeah!
As I pass away
With
CHORUS
Panthera (WHOO!)
Claw marks on my car
How did we get to this wreckage?
(Hoo!)
VERSE 2
Thunder & din
I was all bluster from the beginning
But while burning all the piles of the money
Noticed that you were missing
And there’s no passenger seat in this disaster, no...
So where did I go wrong
To lose my identity
When you abandoned me
I wonder as my heart ceases its tap-tap-tapping
From suffocating and chasing the drag-drag-dragons
Part of it pagany
Know it’s heresy
They wanted better things
You want a better me
Racing the rats
Imitating Antigone
Play back tracks
Oh am I in your queue?
Or on top like the morning dew?
‘Cause I-I-I
BRIDGE
I know my cursive’s illegible
But could you decipher all the
Songs left behind for y’all?
Oh oh oh oh
I know this position’s untenable, yeah
Know this request ain’t sensible
But would you scatter the seeds
The ones that I left for you in writing
"Aye, this is the part for the high note"
"Ok"
"I know I know I know"
"I know I know I know"
"Just let me breathe"
CHORUS
Panthera *snap*
Claw marks on my car
I’m burning in the wreckage
FADE OUT
But forgotten
In 3 years time
Riding away (Riding away)
From the pearly gates (The pearly gates)
Due to my mistakes (To my mistakes)
I know this ain’t a video game
'Cause I feel the pain
As health drains away
As the red bar drains away, yeah
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4. |
rawDOG
03:32
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CHORUS
G.N.A.W. ing on me
Yeah, yeah
La-da-da-da-da-da
VERSE 1
I admit
How beautiful are the syllables emitted out your lips
(Outta your lips) x2
& I'll admit
You make me want to show myself a little bit by
Bit-Bit-Bit-But
In my attic lies a 100 faces
So would you stop pulling them away?
I’m the man who hides in all the masks that he makes
But you pull off my facade anyway like
CHORUS
G.N.A.W. ing on me
She asks “좋은 사람이야?”
& adds a Question Mark
아니야
VERSE 2
‘Cause every mask that I make is a standard for every mistake that I’ve made, yeah
Accounting for all the restraints that you’ve seen
All of the collars between you and me
So … beneath the lines despite knowing that you hate all the qualifiers
For the rhymes that I write
You don’t desire
Do they sound a little bit too raw to you?
R.A.W.
Back to my point of view
Troubles with loving you
Let in a posthumous envelope that’s addressed to you
Concerning the me that you didn’t know &
I know the prose is a little dry
But while reading please
Keep in mind
My faults neither from nature or nurture
And that’s the simple truth
Yet you continue to
G.N.A.W.
I want you stay away
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But all expectations fade with seasons
You’re ruminating on all of the reasons
I am a different species in a good way
But baby you don’t look at me like I do
& my nightmare’s that you’re stuck inside the same room
While my canines are aching for you
So just call me the past
And bury me deep
‘Cause I am the beast
With 6 gates on my neck
Before the pyramids swallow my conscience
My lust disgusts me, I’m nauseous
And you haunt me when I’m unconscious, yeah
But the leash you bought for Cerberus
The Saint Laurent straightjacket
Size average doesn’t fit
It feels a bit loose at the wrist
Because of your
Close distance so
Why did you strip?
Don't look at me different
When you changed the channel to
Triple X’s?
You’re not scared now
But lust is the gateway drug to my human vices
‘Cause I’m Cthulu screaming like Cain killing Abel
Creating new sins not yet listed in Bibles
So pull out the arts & crafts let’s make labels
For the scissors you stuck in my eyeholes
And relax
I don’t got a pentagram in my van
Syntax violent,
but the truth is deadpan
Relax
Discipline slipping
Like Satan slipping out of my intestines, ooh yeah
Like your knife slipping out of my intestines, yeah
But the truth hurt you too much so you hid the weapon
&
That keeps you up at night
But I don’t blame you so sleep tight
That’s just who I am
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5. |
D-DRAGON
02:51
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CHORUS
Digital dragon
Decal on top of my ray gun
They locked me down in the basement
Where automatons call me Atom Boy
Kangaroo Kratom
Sans FDA regulation
Laced with American bacon
Sprinkling chaos on the bass drum, ooh wait
VERSE 1
Churning raw
Hold my hack saw
I love it when they hold all the cards
‘Cause pride comes before the fall
For demigods with no flaws
Serrated jaws in Venice
Feeding on flea ridden corpses we made out of myths
But to be honest...
I'm so tired of Venice
Oh please just let me preface
The type that’s made of plastic
Showboating and fake antics
So I took a vacation
From what it means to be human
So continental drifting
Matter pink slipping
From the top of my dome into a rat poison ocean
Seeing drink seeing crimson
I think I'm losing myself...
Wake up!
CHORUS
Invincible Dragon
Reloading the ray gun, yeah
Batshit insane in the basement
Where automatons call me Atom Boy
Kangaroo Kratom
Green elven hallucinations
Sans inter-web regulations
Sprinkling chaos from a tree-ship in space
VERSE 2
Aye x3
외계인
Alien rage rage
Oh, the opstanak can’t be tamed?
Still think you can save your pixelated princess under duress when I’m in the way?
No, that’s like making a masterpiece in MS Paint
And there was no art class in your curriculum
So now you’re dead face-down in the verdant lush lawn
Need a rap resuscitation, yeah
Slang gun slinger
Grammar’s neck on top of the chopping block
Music cult cultural renaissance creating a new
Upstart generation hyper-violence possessed
With a penchant for the flair
They got okizeme underwear like
BRIDGE
Mishima, Mishima with the wave dash
Always on the attack
Offense megalomaniac
Dropped off the cliff, off the mountain
I was considered beneath them
Calling me canon fodder, that’s canon
But their charts didn’t predict my evolution
Rhyming
Step by step
Grab your neck
Hurl you off the precipice
Wind God Fist
Electric
Leg Sweep
Run it
Launch you up
Punish
Ground you down
Vomit
CHORUS
Vomiting Dragon
Blazing it down with the demons
Burning by connotation
As automatons
Call me Atom (Boy)
Kangaroo Kratom
Nothing's more dangerous than a man without a mission
Is this the part where I say that I’m kidding?
Nah
Yeah, Artificial and ecstatic
Kamasutra with the addicts
Vision stable, not erratic
ADLIBS
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6. |
2 $ERPENT$
04:06
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CHORUS
Nobody can bind better than 2 misfits
Wandering in mausoleum diamond districts
Casually vandalizing the exhibits, yeah yeah
Cryptocurrency moonlighting on mechanics, yeah
No beasts can bind better than 2 Serpents
Listening to animalistic intuition
But somehow you’re still practicing, oh you’re religious, yeah yeah?
As we’re still sharing body heat
VERSE 1
Tripping
East of Eden
God, we don’t fit in
But the secret’s
The secret’s he knows that
We’re tempted
Either by our poison or your redemption
But wasn’t it a bit sadistic
To put them in the same garden?
Were you drunk?
Yeah, you beautiful man or woman
Burning down the foliage 'cause
We gon seize a little piece of heaven, yeah
We are the descendants
Making our own happiness
With our wings torn off
BRIDGE
Sarsaparilla bottles in the rubble
Over the corpses of nobles
Popping the bubble of mass media
With misadventures and flaws
We struggle to stay out of trouble
But it’s not our fault
That we’re monsters
& I know that she loves me stone cold sober
Despite the fact we don’t match each other
The mood set amorous
To commit the indecent
Overexposure she said that she needed
‘Cause we don’t fuck with no cliques
Our clothes on the floor
Like molted skins
Molted skins, yeah
CHORUS
Mm
Nobody can bind better than 2 misfits
Wandering in mausoleum diamond districts
Casually vandalizing the exhibits, yeah
Cryptocurrency moonlighting on mechanics
But no beasts can bind better than 2 Serpents
Listening to intuition, intuition
(Listening to animalistic intuition)
But somehow you’re still practicing, oh you’re religious, yeah yeah?
(Oh, do you feel it?)
As we’re still sharing body heat
VERSE 2
Yeah wait, yuh
We don’t share the same niche
You wear 3 too many rings and
Skinned a fiend to make a shirt
Color palette’s viper green
Venom dye mixes with dirt
From bare skins of an internet culture
Tryna get away from cigarette vultures
Ooh wait (Yeah yeah)
You radiate anarchy (You're smoldering)
Chasing the thrills from killing kings (Smoldering)
Chucking Molotovs at the throne (Smoldering)
Toppling modern Rome with glee (Smoldering with Glee)
Riot!
BRIDGE
Sarsaparilla bottles in the rubble
Over the corpses of nobles
Popping the bubble of mass media
With misadventures and flaws
We struggle to stay out of trouble
It’s not our fault
That we’re monsters
And I know that she loves me stone cold sober
Despite the fact we don’t match each other
The mood set amorous
To commit the indecent
Overexposure she said that she needed
‘Cause we don’t fuck with no cliques
Our clothes on the floor
Like molted skins
Molted skins, yeah
CHORUS
Nobody can bind better than 2 misfits
Wandering in mausoleum diamond districts
Casually vandalizing the exhibits
Cryptocurrency moonlighting on mechanics
No beasts can bind better than 2 Serpents
Listening to animalistic intuition
But somehow you’re still practicing, oh you’re religious yeah yeah?
As we’re still sharing body heat
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7. |
YETI CONFETTI
03:10
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VERSE 1
You’re x3
Listening to the ad-libs
In snatches of conversation (Gibberish)
Champagne tower crashes in the background (And stammering you’re astonished)
You gasp out loud, it’s automatic
Tossed downtown
Drink slipping out your fingers
Your self composure put through the wringer, yeah
See you fall apart on the floorboards
Flying out the mahogany doors
Where I’m hiding
PRE-CHORUS
But hey, I didn’t catch your name
Would you mind sharing your name (Was it Adonis?)
Would you mind sharing your shame (Was it Venus?
Would you mind sharing your pain (Ooh wait)
And maybe I can’t intervene, but my music can
Maybe my music can
‘Cause I’ve felt the same with
CHORUS
Yeti Confetti
Our feelings stuck up on the ceiling along with memories (Yeah)
We left at the party (Oh no)
Submerged in Campari (Drunk)
You’re kissing Astarte (So)
So why all the stupid crying after the party?
VERSE 2
Maybe
Is it ‘cause the marketplace saturated
With the same shit preaching your contentment
Forever and through
But we both know that just ain’t true
So here is a promise
My music is for
That one special moment
Three words arranged in a specific way
Resonating with your specific heartbreak
Feel a bit better today despite all the rain?
Pre-Chorus
But hey! I didn’t catch your name
Would you mind sharing your name
Would you mind sharing your pain (Hey, didn’t catch your name)
Do you feel inebriated
And maybe I can’t intervene, but my music can (Hey are you ok?)
And maybe my music can, shit
‘Cause I’ve felt the same with
Chorus
Yeti Confetti
His feelings stuck up on the ceiling along with memories
We left at the party (Left at the party)
Submerged in Campari (Submerged in Campari)
And you’re kissing Chin (Stupid metaphor)
So why are the cupids sighing (Stupid simile)
After the party? (This-this-this)
Bridge
Sonder heartbreak taking over
Know it’s universal, but regardless mmm
All the open ended questions got you feeling frozen so
Take your time
It’s summer night
But you only feel warm
On fire with
Chorus
Yeti Confetti
Her feelings stuck on the ceiling along with memories (Who's)
We left at the party (Left at the party?)
Submerged in Campari
Kissing Erzuli
So why are the cupids crying
After the party, yeah?
AMBIENCE
Flashback
You said you were out of options (Out of options)
Your face flushed with all the toxins
I was fine with not being an option
So it hurt more when you used me as distraction
Chorus
Like Confetti
My feelings are cheap of all meaning just like your memory
You left me at the party
Distilled in Campari
You kissed me on the lips
So why was I crying
After the party?
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