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Feelin' Good, JK
02:21
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Feelin’ good, feelin’ good
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good
Just kidding
Uh, I don’t ride the beat no more I take it for a walk
I don’t need a map I sort of wanted to get lost
See her look this way I think she want to stop and talk
Baby I’ve been doin’ this since Taylor Swift was shakin’ off
I don’t see the point in all the levels of the course
I just sit around and train until I’m ready for the boss
Make it sound like water but I wonder what it costs
Only rapper from the drought who’s fully got it drippin’ sauce
Yeah I’ll probably hit a couple potholes, but I might just hit the lotto
Most of y’all pocket the coin before the toss
Y’all been steady reaching for a motto, if you been to Colorado
You would know a rolling stone don’t gather moss
And I’m
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good, hey
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good, come on
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good, hey
Stomp stomp, stomp stomp
I don’t ride the beat no more I take it for a run
I just lay the pipe you know that I’m my father’s son
I’ve been layin’ … like I’ve been looking for a son
Brodie will you tell your girlie to stop playin’ with my bun
I just ain’t the one, doin’ it for fun, chewing gum
I just Phoenix Sun, hit the court and run, get it done
You ain’t did it once, bitch I am alum, I ain’t young
I just got the lungs, I just roll a ton, hold up
Believe me, I can’t wait to see me
I’ve been reading tea leaves, like do you know the meaning
You got your feet up in the air I hope you ate some Wheaties
You got my thing up in the air like it’s providing 3G
It’s fantastic, yes I am that dude who necessito get my ass kicked
Most the time I just can not remember what the task is
Now I got my family looking at me like ‘what happened’
Yes I know I know this shit is baffling
I’m rappin’ and chewin’ acid and doing rad shit
I’m passing on moving past it I’m too impassioned
I’m batshit I’m Carol Baskin a smooth assassin
I’m baskin’ in microplastics, so if you askin’ I’m
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good
Nah
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good, hey
Feelin’ good, feelin’ good
Eh eh ok
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Hello, hi
I thought I would see some fellows in the sky
Yellow blinds,
I wish I could follow minnow through a pipe
I’m alive,
I see I see I see servants serving lies
bye and bye
sit around until the citizens arrive
Mighty high,
Mighty pleased to see you
Monsieur you’ve arrived
I’m in line
On Formosa I see every kind of life
I see flies
I see dead men
I see old men seeming wise
I see toddlers
changing money on the side
Man, I thought this was a microdose…
Man I thought this was a microdose
Man I thought this was a microdose!
Alright ok
It’s like my brain
Is microwaved
Man I thought this was a microdose!
Alright ok
I’ll ride the wave
I’m quite amazed
[Slake Dransky]
Hello guys
Hello hello guys
Purple yellow leaves
Pedal by
*Click* pedal board
I delay the breeze
This is nice
This is really nice
I may never leave
And besides in my other life
Rent is high as me
Like at least
Little bit at advice
Don’t be so pre(sheesh)
So precise
Purple yellow light
Dripping on my (freeze)
On my ice
Girl I swear you got me pondering intelligent design shit
I get behind you like the heimlich
Four in the morning my eggs are fried and your legs are shaking
Both of us red as some exit signs but we celebrate it
And in your popcorn ceiling I see the constellations
I must have took more than they did
Man, I thought this was a microdose…
Man I thought this was a microdose
Man I thought this was a microdose!
Alright ok
It’s like the paints
outside the frame
Man I thought this was a microdose!
Alright ok
I might be crazed
I’m like kanye
Hello, hi
I’m a fairly sort of mellow sort of guy
I’m not fly
wear my clothes until they’re yellow petrified
I don’t fly,
my objectives remain unidentified
what a life, civilized,
what a tightrope to walk
what a Spock
been abducted but I did not bring a fork
what a dork
stay for lunch no I know nothing of the sort
still in jorts
I was not anticipating playing sports
I retort
roll me up and use me use me as a cork
bro be honest are you alien or not
it’s so obnoxious
I’m Adonis but I’m still apologizing for my blondness
had a thought I was an orthodontist still in my pajamas
but the problem’s me and Reve are still at Sonic
Man, I thought this was a microdose…
Man I thought this was a microdose
Man I thought this was a microdose!
Alright ok
I’m not ok
I might be gay
Man I thought this was a microdose!
Alright ok
Forgot my name
I won’t behave
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Winner (feat. Shane Doe)
02:25
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I’m feeling like a winner
Still cold as late December
I feel like any minute
I just might blow
I’m feeling like a winner
Still cold as late December
I feel like any minute
I just might blow
Run it up,
I do not think before I jump and cannonball into the pool
Buckle up
Causin’ a wave in this bitch like I don’t even know all the rules
Butter up
I am surrounded by people and I do not know who is who
Button up
I might just put on a button up
I’m goin to work,
Hoping it burns
Murder my boss
Hoping it hurts
I’ll take a chance
Get loaded in church
Shaking my ass
Open my shirt
I’ll be the politician on the television
and I’ll tell you it’s totally worth
All of the commas that I had to rob
All of the promises, promises, promises, promises
I’m feeling like a winner
Still cold as late December
I feel like any minute
I just might blow
[Shane Doe]
what’s it like to get big?
famous, super rich
blow up overnight
that’s a life i’d like to live
lord knows i need money
three months late on rent
that’s just what it is
that’s just what it is
say that i’m godly i don’t really mind
wish that you’d tell me that all of the time
wish you could hang with me and friends
but you too busy you push us aside
working i’m heading up over the rhine
said that i meant it i know that i’m right
said that i meant it i know that i’m right
that’s how you know i’m….
I’m feeling like a winner
Still cold as late December
I feel like any minute
I just might blow
I’m feeling like a winner
Still cold as late December
I feel like any minute
I just might blow
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I can feel the vibe coming thru me I’m a zombie tho
Got so fuckin high I can’t even see the barrio
My feet on the sky and my head is yelling adios
Hoppin’ out the pipe, dog I feel like Super Mario
I keep getting closer, cardio
Yeah I’m still a Lone Wolf, ride alone
You should pay attention my pension is in this audio
My platform offensive there’s not much left in this heart of gold
Yo Dylan!
Mouth off give a lil gas for the AI
All these platform villains,
front row jumping at the chance for a great life
Yeah I’ve done those gimmicks,
yeah it felt cool but in the end didn’t taste right
Listen, this level of apathy takes time...
Couple of innocent little pissed off
teeny-boppers doing the pharmaceutical criss-cross
In their mamas kitchen in sweatsuits and mid socks
I can guarantee you whatever that is, this is not
Feeling insane I feel like murdering 6 blocks
I could blame Obama yo momma or fuckin hip hop
Fill the cemetery and love it, make sure the kids watch
They would probably film it and turn me into a Tik Tok
I can feel the vibe coming thru me I’m a zombie tho
Got so fuckin high I can’t even see the barrio
My feet on the sky and my head is yelling adios
Hoppin’ out the pipe, dog I feel like Super Mario
I keep getting closer, cardio
Leave the beat in cold blood, sorry tho
You should pay attention my pension is in this audio
My platform offensive there’s not much left in this heart of gold
[FOSTER CAZZ]
Uh, coming deep from the sewer,
if it’s do or die, I do it,
pop shrooms, then I let go
uh, been metahuman, the vendetta is huge,
but I’m hiding with strep throat
uh, millions like me, but there are some millions like me
they wonder how I’m feelin inside,
trailing all my villains in a loop is killin my psyche
geez, everybody trying to fight me, relax
let me go and gather my sidekicks, mmm
there I go taking a vivance, damn
might as well consider me psychic, mmm
I am the kid with the VHS videos of that time I took a trip to your mom’s
we watched Arsenio, made a video, and I got my PHD in CPR
peaches is cheeky and freaky and mean
but she does feed me, and loofah me clean
why is it that I am always running, running
I can not handle my stomach, stomach
I’m gonna need to go catch up on zzz’s
think I’m gonna bum it, fuck it, fuck it,
I will be dead when I sleep
I will be red till I’m dead in the deep
I can feel the vibe coming thru me I’m a zombie tho
Got so fuckin high I can’t even see the barrio
My feet on the sky and my head is yelling adios
Hoppin’ out the pipe, dog I feel like Super Mario
Yo Dylan!
Mouth off, give a lil’ gas for the A.I.
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[Yo dude, you think you could… hit me with that addy dude? Send me that addy?]
Hollywood Hills
I’m in the Hollywood hills
Wannabe models with bills
Swallowing pills
Wanna go mano for real
Mano y mano for real
How do you feel?
I’m feeling out of my gills
I think I saw what I feel
Nothing is real
I wanna buy me a mil
I wanna party and chill
I think I saw you on television
I think I saw you with your assistant
I think we all got a little mischief
I think we all on a little mission
I think I’m wandering sort of sketchin
I could keep talking but would you listen
I’m not convinced that I really fit in
I see a bag and I take a dip in
I just see beautiful people swirling all around me
I’m feeling like making friendships
I wanna take you up to the moon and spin you ‘round
but I wonder what to begin with
pretty convinced that we’re all gonna be famous
just waiting to make an entrance
I’m looking ‘round like ‘who need convincing?’
I wonder who round me still need convincing...
Hollywood Hills
I’m in the Hollywood hills
Wannabe models with bills
Swallowing pills
Wanna go mano for real
Mano y mano for real
How do you feel?
I’m feeling out of my gills
I think I saw what I feel
Nothing is real
I wanna buy me a mil
I wanna party and chill
[Yo you said I have to bring like 2 or 3 chicks to get in? Have to bring 2 or 3 chicks dude? Yeah I don’t know. That’s gonna be a problem, to be honest. Like honestly I don’t even know 2 chicks dude…I don’t even know two chicks.]
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6. |
Intelligent Design
02:44
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Girl you got me pondering intelligent design
How could evolution lead to somebody so fine
I just wanna do it all again and hit rewind
Hello nice to meet you okay yes I’m doin’ fine
Girl we go together like some bruschetta and wine
I could spin you round and call it turning on a dime
Got me feeling brilliant DaVinci in his prime
You like Mona Lisa but I see it from the side
Snap that like a rubber band
I’m just interrupting all your summer plans
Lil smarty with a body like an undergrad
Come here make this lover boy a lover man
We been making Abu Dhabi out a cup of sand
We can take a trip to Northern Italy or Southern France
Only lines I follow are your summer tan
Memorize them like a cover band
Girl you got me feeling like I’m riding on a see-saw
Flip it upside-down and now I don’t know where my feet are
Lil mountain mama got me in here yellin’ Yee-Haw
32 degrees and I feel like I’m in Ibiza
We can flip the script and get lifted let’s hit this weed mission
We been getting wavy so doctor it’s for my sea sickness
Straight back to the beach like I’m destined to dip my feet in it
Water on your bottom I’m liable to sink my teeth in it
Snap that like a rubber band
I’m just interrupting all your summer plans
Lil smarty with a body like an undergrad
Come here make this lover boy a lover man
We been making Abu Dhabi out a cup of sand
We can take a trip to Northern Italy or Southern France
Only lines I follow are your summer tan
Memorize them like a cover band
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Waffles
02:36
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It don’t matter don’t matter don’t matter don’t matter
It’s cold as shit in here
Yeah, it’s cold as shit in here
I should drink another beer
I should get to spittin clear
I should put this shit in gear
Look uh
I just wanna put it in reverse and just
Look uh
Take the doobie hit it till it burns
What the fuck am I gon’ talk about on this track
I don’t even know how to rap
Don’t know how to relax
I don’t even know how to act
Don’t know how to be glad
I don’t even got any matches
Don’t have any grass
Hmm
Bartender bartender bartender please
Give me everything you see
I just want the A-Z
Take a Cinna-bomb
It don’t take a lot to please
Sick of all these Timothies
I just need to make believe
I just need a love in the club when the lights on I don’t want to run for the pylon
I just need to breathe in the land of the cheats and the scams and the leach and the pythons
I just need a pat up on the back, got a habit to attack and a beat I can recline on
I just need a motherfuckin’ fight song, bitch
Hello I’m a motherfuckin artist
If you talk to me bout content I’m like
Lalalalalalalalala
I just put the seed under the garden
then I sprinkle little water
quit the bitchin we gon’ get the dippin dots
Honestly a lot of it monotonous
Somewhere along the line I forgot about it
I gotta get it off
I think it’s about the time we detonate
and celebrate and this and that and falalalalalalalala
I just wanna ride with the motherfuckin top down
lookin at garage sales
we can get the price down
crack another lobs tail
listening to my sounds
looking at the sky
Mmm mmm
I would really like to know what you wrap your thoughts ‘round
Where’d you get them eyebrows
Who’s that dude you brought 'round
Yeah this isn’t my town
Listening to bright sounds
All while getting high
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Throw the ball
Throw the ball
Throw the ball
Throw the ball
Joan of ark
Jagerbombs
say it with your chest oh yeah
Show the ass
Show the ass
Shoulder pads
Shoulder pads
I was wearing mofuckin shoulder pads
But I’m a quarterback
Wtf you know bout that
I just need a love in the club when the lights on I don’t want to run for the pylon
I just need to breathe in the land of the cheats and the scams and the leach and the pythons
I just need a pat up on the back got a habit to attack and a beat I can recline on
I just need a motherfuckin’ fight song, bitch
I don’t normally say bitch but, seemed fitting here.
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Dylan Montayne Los Angeles, California
Southwest. @dylanmontayne on everything.
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