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Calm (2018)

by theDeeepEnd

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1.
Mid 03:39
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Chorus Mid morning blunts just to ease the pain (2x) Wake up, bake up (2x) I got niggas on my back, yea yea Couple hoes on my back, yea yea Bill collectors hit line, yea yea I don’t really have the time yea yea Bridge No tengo tiempo hoy Clutch with the shot Brandon Roy Yo quiero dinero, so I stay playing piano And I’ve been sober so all of your tricks get foiled Verse 1 Tricks are for kids nigga Watch how you live nigga Lyrics gon stick to your rib like the plate grandma made that get fed to the fam but might kill niggas Death in the meal ticket, I cannot deal with ya, I cannot build with a Snake in the grass, I cannot with chill with a Nigga who has to get drunk to have fun Sobriety calling me, if I drop the line Devils may follow me If I let opinions encompass me I’ll lose the love and that’s my greatest luxury Fickle lil bitch I can tell you do not fuck with me Back when esteem was the lowest you wrote me off publicly Now what I write turn to gold God save my soul, yea yea Gratification at click of a button, I’m not sure if I’m in control We strive to be equal, but secretly hate it whenever our peers start to grow I’m tired of cycles, I offer my idols, I’ve blown out the last of my smoke Primis Player Placeholder 871 Polo G '21' (Home Performance) | Open Mic Chorus Mid morning blunts just to ease the pain (2x) Wake up, bake up (2x) I got niggas on my back, yea yea Couple hoes on my back, yea yea Bill collectors hit line, yea yea I don’t really have the time, yea yea Verse 2 How could you say that you love me when you cannot love yourself I lost my mother and father, I cannot lose no one else Isaiah and Isaac, remind me of former self An innocent time, the back of my mind, as I sit back and cry for help Back in the day I was caring, presently I move so careful Back in the day I was daring, now nigga try me I dare you Back in the day I was loving, right now I really can’t stand you Errything change for a reason, discomfort done made me so wary Mid morning blunts on my mind, I must get back on my grind She sour as lemons and greener than lime, if I don’t give an ounce of my time All of you niggas is bitches, the women you want don’t eem know you’re alive Spirits don’t mix with religion, but somehow this water keep turning to wine Thank you Jesus for all of the bullets I’ve dodged All of the charges you dropped, all the convictions you stopped All of the sin in my vision, but I’m still delivered, eternally grateful one day at a time Before you give up, my nigga, give it a try You living a lie, I’m livin’ to riot Chorus Mid morning blunts just to ease the pain (2x) Wake up, bake up (2x) I got niggas on my back, yea yea Couple hoes on my back, yea yea Bill collectors hit line, yea yea I don’t really have the time, yea yea Outro I got niggas on my back, yea yea I got hoes on my back, yea yea Bill collectors on my line, yea yea No tengo any time, yea yea Más vale tarde que nunca Peace and much love to ya
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Reaper 03:50
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Verse 1 Burnt blunts chillin’ in my ashtray Motherfuck your feelings you don’t care anyway Play it apathetic, I know it’s copacetic I’ve got an anesthetic, somebody call the medic You tryna run my credit, bitch you ain’t got the debit I’m fire like Endeavor, get high as Jared Leto That’s my requiem, I put it on the team I only want to make my impact fire Gasoline Won’t get you anywhere, if you don’t focus on the knowledge I learned more shit out on my own, but still I owe for college You gotta craft it if with that work, before you call it polished I had to get it out the dirt, my hands are clean I promise I’m back from the harbor, I drowned in the horror Of wasting the talent, I worked hard to garner My gauge like a shotgun, your face like a target I feel like a martyr, my bio on Sparta I pray like Siddhartha Forever in love Chorus I’m forever in love And love don’t cost a thing Primis Player Placeholder Blueface 'Obama' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified I’m forever in love And love don’t cost a thing I’m forever in love And love don’t cost a thing But your soul Are you whole? Or a half? Let’s just pass Verse 2 I’m steady running from demons, but I’m slow Spit like my stomach is squeamish, I might blow Up and take over the world I don’t feel love from the world I am the change that I want I am the meanest Actually the nicest, I’m kinder than all of my kindest of vices Yea Her frame is enticing, she pose for the picture, you drop her a comment Aye You might wanna focus the rent is due And your girl ain’t that into you Dawg you’re lazy, your blessings stay plentiful But you smoke all day that’s pitiful Our American Century PAC Sponsored by Our American Century PAC Biden's Anti-Gun Coordinator Proposes Confiscation. SEE MORE That was me once, I had B lunch, Ate at Harding, west side martian Laugh with my mom at Martin Braid my hair back like I’m Allen, Then I eat with cuzzo We would frequent Steak and Hoagies, That was so much fun bro We don’t talk as much as often If really ever, it hurt at first but things get better Colder the weather, nigga whatever I love you, and you love me too That’s how family do And I can’t feel no pain I fell in love with your sons, soon as you said they were coming I thank em both for the joy they bring And my Auntie could say the same And my Father his name is James So we brothers till death do us part And I hope that ain’t for a while But life is short and so are tempers If my soulmate hear this song, I’m thankful that I’ll finally get her Plus some bills like last name Withers If i’m being Frank I’m deeper than the ocean And stirring up commotion My daily devotion is growth Chorus I’m forever in love And love don’t cost a thing I’m forever in love And love don’t cost a thing I’m forever in love And love don’t cost a thing But your soul Are you whole? Or a half? Let’s just pass
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Wants 02:17
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Verse 1 Yo What's a dollar to a rich nigga? A whole hundred like a ten when your pockets deep A whole hundred keep the lights on when your funds deplete A whole hundred been the difference in the food we eat I put the work in at my day job, but I’m still in debt I follow laws I never rob like politicians do I try to lobby for the people, but they rather watch a TV Cuz the drama between Stevie, Joseline and prolly Mimi More important than progression, to these fickle minds My niggas wanna see me shine so they worry bout me My Auntie wanna see me thrive so she worry bout me So when you want a beat for free, I can’t worry bout you When you approach me bout a show, I hope you come with money You dropped $200 on some Jays, you better step correct No neglect to the ones that always held me down When I turn king, we gon equally divide the crown Yea Chorus I’m sick of digging in pockets, Inside my home feeling homeless I lost my soul to a woman, who left me heartless, the omen That I created from karma, is as poetic as Homer, I keep on doubting my talents, I blocked your number for closure Primis Player Placeholder 5 What’s a poor man’s dream in this rich country Money and drugs is really it for me Nigga is this really it for me? It for me? Verse 2 What’s a poor man’s dream in this rich country Liquor, money, bad women and chicken nuggets? Play the lotto to power ball, but break your budget That marijuana don’t feel good on empty stomachs We paralyzed by our fear of loss yet still running I fell in love with the music shit as a lil youngin’ Then I met artists that posture up and kiss ass This whole life is a roller coaster like Six Flags To get cash you might sell soul like Nike Just do it my nigga, salvations’s really not likely For colored folk, tryna appease the Joneses and please whitey No inclusion could change the scope of this twisted system Imprisoned by status, gimmicks and indecision I lay motionless reflecting on my avid sinning Will I change or feel the pain of a thousand wishes? Dying by the fire of my vicious inhibitions Chorus Our American Century PAC Sponsored by Our American Century PAC Biden's Anti-Gun Coordinator Proposes Confiscation. SEE MORE I’m sick of digging in pockets, Inside my home feeling homeless I lost my soul to a woman, who left me heartless, the omen That I created from karma, is as poetic as Homer I keep on doubting my talent, I blocked your number for closure What’s a poor man’s dream in this rich country Money and drugs is really it for me Nigga is this really it for me? It for me?

about

Calm (2018) is the prequel to Verano and a crux of my creative/life frustrations. 2018 was a huge year in my life, I thought it was supposed to be my year to follow-up Think Good Thoughts with a breakthrough project, but God had other plans. That year I was blessed with the opportunity to produce an album (Arcadia) for the homie who designed the artwork for this project. W/o the time I spent producing and recording Arcadia with Alex, I wouldn’t have had the confidence or skill to create Verano.

This EP is honest & it’s raw. It’s a struggle with sobriety, it’s a struggle with trying to prove to myself and family that music is something that I should pursue, and it was a struggle to find my self-worth. I made a lot of music in 2018 that I wanted to release, but these were songs I couldn’t leave unheard. I pray it helps to heal you, invoke empathy and bring you a sense of calmness. Love you all.

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released April 23, 2020

produced: theDeeepEnd
mixed/mastered: Brian Kidd from 1Sound1Vision
artwork: APYah

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