1. |
ache / a bop
04:16
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the master manipulators,
the ones in institutions
lyin bout fixing things,
no viable solutions
my spine break like these book binds
the way they ache these hands of mine
the way they ache these hands of mine
don't care if ya mommy, daddy, uncle a cop
when i see bacon you know i'm gonna
chop, chop, chop
you know i'm gonna chop, chop, chop oh
republicans talking all this homophobic shit
the way they ride my dick you'd think they like it oh
you'd think they like it
the way they take the strap you'd think they like it
fuck 12, dodging all those badges
coming for your neck then cut your head like cabbage
watch me smoke my backwoods reek my havoc
that was lavish, that was lavish, that was lavish
you know i tend to exaggerate
after this just going home i can masturbate
but seriously, these revolutionaries
gonna be the ones to fix this shit for you and me
activists, let's get back in our groove
timing is running out of you know we gotta
we gotta move
we gotta move
the master manipulators
the ones in institutions
lying bout fixing things
no viable solutions
my spine break like these book binds
the way they ache these hands of mine
the way they ache these hands of mine
Long as I can remember,
the suits supposed to “support” me haven’t been sufficient
been wagging their tails expecting treats with no repercussions
acting with acquisition, holding their version of holy water over my head
last weekend a police officer looked me in the eyes, as a corpse spilt off his tongue
& tried to wipe the blood off his fingers onto my cheeks
once i heard a whisper raise a revolution
Last summer,
rubber bullets ricocheted off the rims of my nightmares every night
tear gas gagged me
still scream-singing Philando though it stung
protest did more serving & protecting
community created some changemakers
built up revolutionaries with ideas bigger than the boxes bred by big business
working, working, working
once i heard a whisper raise a revolution
Someday,
perhaps these stained glass windows will depict our war stories
all this wishing on stars & sidewalks will be worth it
white men won’t walk so free
badges won’t be so bloody
the only guns we carry will hang from our lips
once i heard a whisper raise a revolution
the master manipulators
the ones in institutions
lyin bout fixing things
no viable solutions
my spine break like these book binds
the way they ache these hands of mine
the way they ache these hands of mine
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2. |
two ---> three
02:44
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i been tripping over shoelaces,
benefiting with no consequences
playing games with these backways boys
treating all of them like toys
no long game, wasn’t chess, oh it was checkers
been sick so long didn’t think i could get better
manipulate, exaggerate the story
feel like i’m gonna die alone at 40
this white supremacy be choking me
& nothing really how it’s supposed to be
everything ending up messy
tryna teach myself to love correctly
spending time picking up the pieces
stumbled across you & couldn’t believe it
lookin in your eyes, so reflective
thinking maybe this time it’s different and
baby we can go all night
maybe we should smoke all night yeah
baby we can roll all night
this shit will get you feeling right yeah
baby we can go all night
maybe we should smoke all night yeah
baby we can roll all night
this shit will get you feeling right yeah
got me fumbling these swisher sweets
when usually i don’t miss a beat
you a robust revolutionary,
all about that sustainability
first met you couldn’t even say hi,
now i don’t wanna say goodbye
even your laugh makes me smile
wanting you to stick around for awhile
take this selfie babe, i’m tryna document
loving you a worthwhile investment
(sorry that was some capricorny, corny, corny shit)
thinking of all the things we can create
and all that we can procrastinate
let’s make this atmosphere and just evaporate
baby we can go all night
maybe we should smoke all night yeah
baby we can roll all night
this shit will get you feeling right yeah
baby we can go all night
maybe we should smoke all night yeah
baby we can roll all night
this shit will get you feeling right yeah
i wanna love you to the sunrise
i wanna love you many sunrises
i wanna love ya love love ya
till the till the
sunrise
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3. |
war is raging
03:30
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done shit i shouldn’t been doing
screwed folx i shouldn’t been screwing
war is raging in my bones
war is raging carry me home
been way too curious since i was a young pup
reading the world & all the ways it was fucked up
spent all my nights wishing on comets
pushed plastic and perfection so i bought it
tried being something that i couldn’t be
let way too many men have their way with me
spit fire anytime i got the chance
fucked up every single romance
had to work & unlearn sum shit
lookin in the mirror think i’ve grown a bit
all i need is to get my ego hit
face myself and unpack all of it
done shit i shouldn’t been doing
screwed folx i shouldn’t been screwing
war is raging in my bones
war is raging carry me home
i used to have it all from a to z
but i couldn’t let the good things be
still dream of our tangerine house
suit pants and i wear the matching blouse
i could write a million laments for you
but you know that’s just not my attitude
baby we so back and forth up and down
call us longitude and latitude
would go to the ends for us
know damn well i haven't earned your trust
hold myself accountable or bust won't run away
can't leave you in the dust, oh
done shit i shouldn’t been doing
screwed folx i shouldn’t been screwing
war is raging in my bones
war is raging carry me home
heart too big to swallow
truth hurts but i can't wallow
heart too big to swallow
truth hurts but we don't wallow
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4. |
crusty anthem
03:23
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mom & dad thank you so much for coming
means so much to me that you support the project
but i need you to skip this, turn it off right now because
ya'll really thought i was about to make this whole ep
and not get absolutely disgusting on it
you thought wrong
i said
squirted on her forehead, call that shit a brain wash
pussy like a red apple, lady macintosh
eatin’ period pussy, see i don’t wanna brag
lay your girl on a towel, now she on the double rag
made her cum six times, it’s going outstanding
indigo montoya, i ain’t even left handed
i go down, prepare to die
man that shit delicious! pumpum pie
you flashy? huh?
you dusty? stay away
you ashy? huh?
imma call u pompeii
you flashy huh?
you dusty? stay away
been talkin' to your girl
let's see what the lips between her legs gotta say
eating pussy full time like she paying me a salary
her titties black magic, call that tia & tamera mowry
now you mad cuz your boy slid in my dms,
ask how much he like it and boo he said TM
let em know i’m genderqueer and buck
be on your gay shit if you tryna fuck
full of potassium, bitch i’m bananas
spittin these rhymes, shit you can’t fathom
cishets hit me up “january, what’s the sitch?”
bitch i know you can’t even find the clit
and even if you could, i got better wood
leave you cause a me? i see why a bitch would
pussy, i eat that
good luck w/ the text back
pull up to the party with a 40 sack
by the end of the night, she making it clap
issa isaa
crusty anthem
crusty anthem
only knownin' innovation
raise our voice and lead a nation
doin' all this procreatin'
agitated, aggravated
mad as hell & mad creative
thick as shit he quiverin'
it's january baby you know he be shiverin'
move in after three days
yah, i'm a u-haul
still steal ya girl take her down,
buy the shoes at the mall
stay icy
summer, winter, fall
only 5'2" but you know the strap tall
you flashy? huh?
you dusty? stay away
you ashy? huh?
imma call u pompeii
you flashy huh?
you dusty? stay away
been talkin' to your girl
let's see what the lips between her legs gotta say
bitch is on their fourth flow, round four same night
drowning in her puddle while you out here playing fortnite
made her cum so much
swear i made her soar
round 2' o'clock we hear ya knockin at the door
fuck sneak dissin' imma say it with my chest
"when it comes to eatin' pussy i can tell you ain't the best"
by this time he bout ready to swing
but damn guess what!
SHE pulled out a ring
now i'm thinkin
"it's time to go,
guess that's what i get for being a hoe..."
i'm crusty don't ya know
i'm crusty dontcha know
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5. |
float
03:42
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guess this why they told us not to fuck around and fall in love (fall in love, fall in love)
guess this why mama said baby you better run (run, run)
spent so many moons wishing on you (on you)
trying so so hard to be the rhythm to your blues
crack me open, & catch whatever falls out
crack me open, hold my shadows and my doubts
see i got too deep again,
this what i’m sayin
guess this why they told us not to fuck around and fall in love (fall in love, fall in love)
guess this why mama said first month you gotta run (run, run)
holding onto something we never had
just gonna end up driving ourselves fucking mad
wish i could open the sky for you
let it feeth your warmth
but loving me baby
it's always a perfect storm
this retrograde got me feeling woozy wreckless,
don’t know if i can clean the messes
guess this why told us not to fuck around and fall in love (fall in love, fall in love)
guess this why mama said january you beta run (run, run, run)
we’ll be alright
i’ll hold you tight
just for tonight
you’ll be alright
i’ll be alright
we’ll be alright
just hold me tight
if for tonight
you betta run run run
run run run
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