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Sapio
02:52
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Thank you very much for the pic of your dick
I can really feel it the connection is thick
Oh completely unsolicited is always my vibe
Just whip it out in person every once in a while
I can feel you burning holes
Like the ones inside your logic boy, that’s awfully bold
It’s a story I could tell you but it’s already told
Again and again, again and again
She’s sapiosexual, sapiosexual
When you gonna get it right?
You know you’re gonna have to try
“Honey come on over take a seat on my lap
How you gon’ deny me how you leave me like that
There is not a single reason why you’d pass on a king
You’d look perfect on the throne a couple inches from me”
Why’s it alwasy white or black?
I’m not easy then I’m stuck up and you’re so sure of that
You’ve been polarizing women baby, right off the bat
Never again, Never again
She’s sapiosexual, sapiosexual
When you gonna get it right?
You know you’re gonna have to try
I would love to be poetic
But the poetry exists
And you’ve clearly failed to read it
Cuz you’re reading with your dick
Boy it’s truly quite amazing
All the confidence you bleed
With a mind like that
I’m not surprised it never learned to read
Every signal I’ve been throwing at you
Tryna get you gone
Still you stand here, can I help you? No?
Then baby move along
When you’re gone
You know you’re gone
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Back Seat
03:04
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This is my fuck you song I never got to write
Pretty girl wanna know a trick?
Rip a bandaid so the pain is quick
Pull it slow and it’s bound to stick
But what’s a little friendship compared to a big —
You've never loved before
Felt so close to another soul
Never trust, it shows
Never took time to establish codes
Pretty girl wanna see the truth?
Maybe you’re right and maybe I’m ruthless
Pardon me for exploiting you
But something unspoken’s broken me too
You went and took the dive
Fell face first in between his thighs
Hope it’s worth the high
There’s no more you and I
This is my fuck you song I never got to write
This is the punch I never threw out in a fight
This is my broken heart I never let you see
This is polite regard taking the back seat
Baby girl trying to slide one by
But honey you’re stomping hard on thin ice
What, you think that your girl is high?
‘Cause broken down blind men see what you’re hiding
There’s nothing left to say
Take your crown and the games you play
Keep em tucked away
Under the bed you’ve made
I never meant this to get so unruly
But I think you’ll agree the cards fell quite cruelly
Thought I could sit idly by
But I can’t let go
I pushed I pried I reaped what I sowed
But you can’t seriously tell me that this is what I’m owed
This is my fuck you song I never got to write
This is the punch I never threw out in a fight
This is my broken heart I never let you see
This is polite regard taking the back seat
This is my fuck you song I never got to write
This is the punch I never threw out in a fight
This is my broken heart I never let you see
This is polite regard taking the back seat
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As I climb up the tallest of the hills
I see my fate
In the shape of a wizard in a robe
He kindly waits
As I stand in the foothills of the range
His mouth it moves
What he said I consider very strange
And so would you
He said “oOo ah, oOo ah follow me,
There’s a clown and a monkey and a tambourine
oOo ah, oOo ah take my hand,
As for you you’re the singer in my mystic band”
oOo ah follow me
oOo ah tambourine
oOo ah take my hand
As my brow nearly fell in to my nose
I said “why me?”
He said “you sing like the cawing of a crow
Don’t you agree?”
I said “I know your intentions must be good
But that ain’t kind”
He said “it’s time that you step into the world
That is your mind”
(NNAMDÏ)
I could put a spell on you
And you could spread it freely
Knowing what I could do for you if you follow me
Would you choose, to come
Or choose to run?
I need you like mallet hit the reflex
See through opaque fallacies of regret
Tell me if you see this now
Tell me can you feel this power
Follow me and receive your blessing
He said “oOo ah, oOo ah follow me,
There’s a clown and a monkey and a tambourine
oOo ah, oOo ah take my hand,
As for you you’re the singer in my mystic band”
He said “oOo ah, oOo ah follow me,
There’s a clown and a monkey and a tambourine
oOo ah, oOo ah take my hand,
As for you you’re the singer in my mystic band”
He said “oOo ah, oOo ah follow me,
There’s a clown and a monkey and a tambourine
oOo ah, oOo ah take my hand,
As for you you’re the singer in my mystic band”
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Creative Types
03:16
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A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
Ooh girl that faded aesthetic
Them clean lines -- I get it
Nobody gets you
Gets why you do what you do
It's quite cathartic, if I've ever seen an artist it's you
And trust me girl I know art because I'm an artist too
Maybe one day we can trade tricks of the trade
Have a pillow fight, and then your long silky hair I will braid
Save the date
I might flake
It's okay
It's all fake anyway
It's all fake anyway
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
They say the hinderance comes from a lack of faith
I say it comes from a lack of drive
You can exploit all the tools and parade the fame
What a wasted creative type
Girl your work flow really gets me going
Pressure on the gas then before you know it
Oops -- there's a wall
Oops oops -- now you fall
For the passion it had never even been there at all
Oh man, the vibe's copacetic
So HD, forget it
I'll never get you
Yet try to do what you do
I disregard it 'cause I'll never be an artist like you
It's all fake anyway
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
Oh shit, the driver overloaded
It can't take the dopeness
Synthetic wasteland
At least you've got good taste man
It's so pathetic but you'll never be an artist so true
And every likes another night you'll likely sleep right though
Maybe one day you'll give as much as you fake
Make a work of art and then keep it to yourself for a change
But what's the point if no one knows you by name
Fifteen second, you might regret it
But at least you've got fame
No you never really meant it
No you never really cared
No you never really meant it
No you never really cared
(Girl your work flow)
No you never really meant it
No you never really cared
(Pressure on the gas)
No you never really meant it
No you never really cared
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
A-R-T-S-Y
A-R-T
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Carlile Chicago, Illinois
Nu Pop from Chicago. Sonically evocative, lyrically inquisitive.
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