1. |
Cannonball Run
03:34
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[Blake Ambrose Hook]
cannonball run, computer on board
What else you gonn do feel stupid and bored
Scattered dead time, when you wanted more
Laser with the focus bust the hinge off the door!
(Claud Six)
Sabotage the power grid, cause I can’t turn the TV off
I’m seeing all the bleeding caused by people thought to keep the law
I’m Stephen Hawking speechless, obedient as we’ve been taught
Like everytime a bell rings, Pavlov needs to feed his dogs
Decondition, I see to serve outside of hedonism
Hit me with them weak opinions, I can spot the fecal in them
Pin’em to the mat like I’m Hacksaw Jim
Have em looking like the vermin that the cat hauled in
This ball spins like it’s shaking us loose
And all we’ve offered as a counter is to see what thoughts and prayers can do
American views, American pie, Let the American arrogance fly
That’s a very merry American time (ay)
[Kurn't Cobain]
I keeps it real live but y'all don't realize
You probably think I'm a dead guy
I'm not a dead guy
In fact I just saw your mom and I said hi
And she said hi back
A dead guy couldn't do that, no
You know I'm kicking it with animals like taxidermists
But never pigs with guns that shoot you just for acting nervous
I drink a lot of beers and often feel like crap on purpose
I'm at your service, actually no I'm mad allergic
I'm not Cobain, that's why the N apostrophe
Does it even feel rebellious streaming All Apologies?
I feel galaxy brained when I make fun of astrology
Please just leave my fantasy football out of this
It's all I've got
[Happy Tooth]
The only advice I’ll give you is unsolicited.
I wanna break out of the box that they’ve come to stick me in.
If you wanna live forever then you gotta die a meme.
No one reads the credits roll after the final scene.
We find what’s cheap, cause the devil’s in the retail.
And heaps of receipts sure do leave a neat trail.
Buyin it feels good, doesn’t it?
Your mothership didn’t come equipped and those who did love to rub it in.
Sixty percent of my body’s water and I”m drowning.
All my heroes got canceled so what’s that say about me?
I’m throwing adjectives at a broken masochist.
Changed my name to Happy and I’m hopin that it sticks.
(Dug)
whimsical and cynical aren’t mutually exclusive
when I’m not hypersocial, I’m usually reclusive
I just want to exercise and drink water like Gucci Mane
drive around the country in a van like the Scooby gang
never found a reason, so at least I’m not Hoobastank
there’s still air in my scuba tank, and I’ve got you to thank
as for all the moves I make, crooning through the huge mistakes
get the system booming and illuminate, something something
studied for the acid test
haven’t framed the mattress yet
the rent is always going up, we move like every half a sec
maybe I’m just bad at this, never felt acclimated
try to keep it rap-adjacent, that’s the way I’m navigating
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Blake Ambrose and Kurn't Cobain’s Verses
BA: Phoenix like a firebird, time got the traction slippin,
Say peace to the astronauts, let ‘em tell the dots we dippin
KC: Camouflage the mascots, send them to the woods I’m tripping
BA: Chocolates piping, thermos sippin, big moon, soon eclipsing
KC: Tip my cup when I rode that sphinx, Don’t give a fuck what none of y’all think
Fail every time but that’s just my kink, demons choke me out when I’m at that brink
BA: Java for Job, and I zam that rink, Snowing the globe, jam in the sink
KC: Far down the road in the sand I sink, Please pardon the robes, I’m God I think
Alex Toast: I took too much again
searchin’ for a happy friend
Substance flow
On the low
I’ll meet you where the sidewalk ends
Dug & HT
HT:Livin on my off days, right cause if I’m martyred.
I’m just sitting with my long face, breaking for the sharp turns.
D: Searching for a stock phrase to clear me for departure.
HT: I’m a person in the wrong place leaving might be smarter.
D: Focused when I’m on stage, otherwise I’m diffused.
Jumping as the song plays, yell about my issues.
HT: Sweatin through the dog days, forget the ones that bit you.
D: Serving up the entrees for as long as we get to.
(Chorus)
(Claud Six and Smoke M2D6)
Heading to the hollowed grounds a couple leagues outside of the havoc
Moxy makes the body bounce, air in the lungs and a mind full of magic
Trees been tricked to side with the hatchets. All because their pine in the axe grip
Splash the heavy rain, in a fit of existential hollering
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[Dug]
do you ever get the feeling that your life's a concept album
but your inner monologue's a looping tape of constant shouting
of course I haven't (um) but it's really awful sounding
look
I ran away, and then I started up a circus
can't relate to joy, and I suspect that it's on purpose
people see my handwriting and they think that it's in cursive
it says don't buy the hype, too late, well thank you for your purchase
come on and get served, and then complain about the service
[Blake Ambrose]
Ever try to explain the sense between longing and joy?
If you don’t write it down, it didn’t happen weakness deployed
Logging your daily movements, growth for your inner boy
What is a cycle, is this the sequence by which the self destroys?
She had a shelf of toys, and what I picked says a lot about me
I left it all still, my own bug out bag, for when its cloudy
the umbrella’s against the ceiling, as it leaks, the pan drips loudly
Haven’t had a tangible feeling in weeks, this is their monthly outing
[Claud Six]
Aint all that street wise, I ain’t ever really been novel smart
Avant garde, I’m a B-minus diner a la carte
Winding up a silver line to patch up all my body parts
Two shits for brains, a small Anunaki heart (woah)
I push and you pull, you go high I go low
The beholder turns coal into diamond and gold
Handling my BI, I’m minding my own
I Land like a feline, I’m fine on my toes
(Chorus)
I been just slidin away.
[Kurn't Cobain]
I've been just ghostin, feels like I'm frozen but exploding
Trying to figure out who the fuck put quit in my potion
Been a little bitter but I'm better when I battle bigger beasts
Buggered off into winter weather, cursed chest for a little treat
Take on every orc with a spork, have a house fire watch it from the porch
Nothing but a broom left for sweeping ashes, I'm gonna use it as a torch
I've succeeded using no brains, failed when I've concentrated
I'm only happy when it rains, probably cause I'm hydrated
[Happy Tooth]
I wish I was booksmart, and that I made good art.
And I listened to the little things that people say I should start.
If I begin complaining and it’s entertaining I try and embrace the flaws I’m demonstrating.
I’m often wrong, like a meteorologist.
Even as I lose touch I see apologists.
Rereading all of this, wondering what it’s worth.
Whether winning or losing it feels undeserved.
(Chorus)
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[Happy Tooth]
I was gonna write a verse.
(But you’ll fuck it up.)
You might have to find a hearse,
I’ve run amok. (What?)
I’m just a pup,
thunderstruck by an uppercut. (Huh?)
Deep fake me in deep space so perfect it’s covered up.
All the cynics here think the government is lizards dear.
I grew out my wizard beard to meticulously disappear.
I live in fear of things never going my way.
So I wrote a nice verse for the mistakes I’ve made.
(Dug)
every word immaculate
if not, the verse, I’m mad at it
because when I listen back to it
what I hear isn’t accurate
euccchhh
I’m a masochist
but also I’m a pacifist
so when I create something
I start grumbling about what trash it is
there’s some passages
I wish that I could asterisk
I guess that’s always true
but it is not always as bad as this
again
and what’s tragic is
I know that there’s no magic fix
which is because it isn’t broken
I’m hoping
[Blake Ambrose]
Seems like I spent three years on this one thing
Still the fact that anyone listens is hella daunting
Worse is if they know me and really pick apart the meanings
At the grocery store I’m ducking aisles, wishing they hadn’t seen me
Cats out the bag now, and it’s a long way from being done,
But like I told Errol, it’s equidistant from where it begun.
Keeping a hold of it is like riding a greased up barrel of rum
Over the falls through the nebula where the ferris wheel spun
[Claud Six]
I been sitting with this weight of discomfort that’s draped upon my shoulders
Like an overflowing haversack while in the thicket
I been holding onto grudges like the reigns of chariots as they go speeding down
the steepened slope well beyond the limit
I been listening like deer and elk in an open meadows full of fireflies as the twilight twinkles
to the sound of crickets
I been growing like a corpse flower, taking time to bloom, but when I finally do, I guarantee you wouldn’t want to miss it (ay)
[Kurn't Cobain]
I like to think about my growth more than I like to grow
Usually picturing what I might reap, always forget to sow
So, I might have to die with a few regrets
6 broken hearts and 2 bad checks
Afraid of the nothing but that's what's next
Probably say something dumb with my final breath
You ain't gotta love it but that's my mess
Smiles and frowns both feel like stress
Swear to fucking god that I ain't been blessed
If I find heaven's real I won't take no less
I wanna speak to the manager of life and tell them that their company sucks
But that's just Spiderman memeing myself
Fuck it, imma get back to dreaming myself
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Blake Ambrose
How long it take you to recharge?
How often you hit the bar?
Everything you do enlarged
Every new change leaves a scar
Loose dropping out of the pockets these days
And if I ask a face about your phase
It shifts to one that becomes hard to place
Relieved in my dream, day times a chase
Find a pace, and remember its marathon long
A candles in the window for those who barely hung on
Just over the falls when I realize the barrels oblong
And I’m staring at the part you buy the barn from.
Pistol grip and the flask from which you sip,
Chin up take the litmus, with a stiff upper lip (yus)
Because as I memento mori, this is what you get.
Dug
tryna be the best me in the multiverse
thriving, as the result of a faulty curse
every few days I get a new set of priorities
follow through on anything to me resembles sorcery
as the world turns up another couple more degrees
I've got impostor syndrome, every verse is a forgery
but more importantly, I try to make them nutritious
if I lose the plot for too long, I just do dishes
I got the crew with me, through a series of tubes
we're making drum patterns out of theories and views
I've got some big ideas about what lyrics can do
I'd rather show instead of tell, make the experience true
I do the opposite, because there is no stopping it
I talk about the talk about and talk about I gotta quit
live, and doing life impressions
I profess, it's my profession
Kurn’t Cobain
Gonna have a good chuckle if I die last
American dream, ma-ma-my ass
Hope they mark it down as Covid if I pass
Cause fuck Crenshaw and his eyepatch (yay-yay)
Patriots, never felt em, GI Joes, I melt em
Until it reveals there's no bones, low calcium
Then clean em up with falchions
In their world and ours, no days were halcyon
I love to spit into the burst bubble
If it ain't Elon, put me on the first shuttle
I'd be the first on Mars to work a dirt shovel
Once it's colonized, first to leave it all in burnt rubble
Pretty sure my whole crew would run amok
While the planet's first station host calls us all cucks
New planet, same old world crutch
God damn it, this planet don't fuck
[Happy Tooth]
I wrote these lines in line at the BMV.
I’m fine with the fines they wanna see me bleed.
My tribe is alive but only secretly.
We just hide from the lies in their frequencies.
Been scared to ask you what you think of this.
Didn’t wanna buy the boat so I’m sinking it.
My crew’s so big we can’t effectively communicate.
But if I leave the line now then I might lose my place.
Mutilate the useless days, turn them into something bigger.
Use to play to loosen chains, never really wanted listeners.
Used to act like I was born for this.
Then I realized it’s all performative.
Often groggy should’ve gotten coffee.
I’m trading in my phone for a walkie-talkie.
Found our test market and we cornered it.
It’s the people who don’t play the game or forfeit it.
Chorus (Claud Six)
Just outside America’s Test Market
With Rainbow Braeburn’s and Golden Arches
Sell you a hooptie, promise you a starship
Celebrate the killers, villainize the marches
Plant that flag on a mountain of garbage
Skip the work and then hoard the harvest
Sweep the history beneath the carpet
Spend two paychecks on your apartment
Turn your neighbors into a target
Sell them souls at the profit margins
Oh my God, look what we’ve started
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6. |
Where's the Cooler?
02:15
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You got the cooler? Call her about the boat. Hit the switch, get in the whip! Man ya'll wild (Animals)
[Happy Tooth]
Beach bars.
Fell asleep on the beach before anyone was here.
Woke up to a towel punctured and sunburns, think I need a beer.
I could sleep a year.
I’ve been napping, waves crashing, try all I’d like it’s hard to think of a bad thing.
Or bad sting, from a jellyfish or jealous kids.
I’m making lunch for my homies, didn’t bring the selfishness.
Can’t stand hassles, van’s got no damn Advil.
I’ll hold my head with one hand ,the other can paddle, build sandcastles and battle.
We’re holdin cyphers by the fire.
If you wanna jump in and say somethin make the circle wider.
Everybody waves and the fees were waved by Wade.
So we were amazed by all the money saved away.
Make a face when the lines hit just right.
Stayin up nights upright makes me less uptight.
I’d be lyin if I said I didn’t love life.
Goin out today just to see what the suns like.
(Blake Ambrose)
Pop the top off the VW Rabbit
Sand between our toes is the true habbit
A perfect afternoon so let’s grab it
An ideal temp and a range of asses (I like mine the fattest)
Sand witches eating sandwiches before the wind gusts
Sun’s out all day so our spirits have been up
Whether you coolin’ with the homies, or newly in love
Just know everything you’re doing is en nuff
Tin cups cuz even the shore is a sand trap
Haters grilin’ anger, they can have that
We flipping the burgers and sweating like haz mat
Suits, swim, light a fire when the sun sets pass pass
Whoop! We all in the barrel together and none crab act
Kurn’t missing and burnt the skin of his lid, where his hat at?
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7. |
B Roy (ft. Sho)
04:00
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[Kurn't]
Let me spit shine the whip
Rid it of the bird shit
Cause without my ride I've got next to no drip
Crack the moonroof and listen to some old shit
Think back on the days I didn't know the world was hopeless
Skip that Jay Z song cause he's illuminati
Forget an hour later
Bump a Jay Z song probably (for real)
Can I get a new view I ain't seen before
I need a dubya, I'm unfortunately keeping score
I need to feel more joy but I'm coy about it
Spent my whole life hurt
Brandon Roy about it
May weather here is dope
Move like Floyd, I doubt it
Gotta stack some green
Maybe buy some soil out it
That's a dream and it's better late than never
Take a blow torch to the troubles that have tethered
The struggle's always real
But wait til I get better
Imma tally up my fuck yous
And ink em with a feather
Take my ride, take me away
Let’s get lost, this world’s insane
All bets are off, and my debts ain’t paid
For all I know, it ends today
Vices got me in a vice grip, that’s why they call them vices
My resolve is indecisive, I’m always up in a crisis
Gingivitis for my bumping gums, OMG look what I’ve done
99 problems, I’m just waiting for the hundredth one
Catch me if you want, like an infield fly
Or you can catch me freefalling in real time
I said, thanks for the love, it’s been real, guys
But I’ll be gone with the zephyr til that windmill dies
My new rides an adult whip, it actually works
Too fly for the bullshit the factory serves
Got Dual lives, one front and center, one in the shadows
One speaks to the people, one runs in the castle
I bite a chunk out the apple, spit the worm to the compost
Holler at the homies when the burden’s colossal
Rock rose colored glasses for the worsening plot holes
Then I turn to the mantra like the word is the gospel, ayyyyy
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[Dug]
raddest of a dying breed
come see what I mean by “succeed”
that’s
put out a couple bangers
not solely based on anger
and
see what happens
I’m only interested in
the development of passions
the rest is irrelevant
but it really depends on who’s asking
don’t be a stranger
when you can be something even stranger
I’d tried to do it the Right Way
it hasn’t done me any favors
times like this I reach for my Bible
because you know that I’m out of papers
the rest is all reactive
I’m lashing out, rattling sabers
In fact
all I do is win
and I’m not even in control of my behavior
yo
it’s 4am so please believe the hype
I can’t sleep
but you know that I can write
yeah
I said it’s Pink Floyd
you know that I meant Bike
I’m gonna sink into the Void
if that’s alright
bye
take a little time off just to catch breath
end up overthinking about death death death
did it help? it’s seeming like it didn’t
but I got some lyrics out of it so yes yes yes
[Kurn't]
In a world of opportunists and hot-air balloonists, I often tuneout
Crack the blinds to look up at the moon but.... it's motherfucking noon out
Why are there so many foot prints on this new route? Who's shoes are trying to freak Dru out?
That's not metal, that's the Joker played by Jared Leto
And I got shitty tats too, so I can't judge
And every tragedy has me thinking that I'm moved, but I don't budge
I hold a grudge like a teddy bear, enemies everywhere and everything is sludge
That's not punk, that's fermented pumpkin getting Ben Shapiro drunk
Squirrel style, but it's the pigs and the rats that I've got my eye on
Every first and goal they throw a god damn flag or move the motherfucking pylons
Or pay a famous face to make you feel safe and ask you let bygones be bygones
That's not hip hop, that's someone playing basketball with a shit cop
Fuck all of these photo op robocops pulling at roots in hopes that there is no more crops
Turning their cameras off, judges are jackin off, politicians steady backin off
Our heroes are wack and soft, speak on bad apples, and then profit from Macintosh
That's not rock n roll, that's someone you gave time and money to, selling their soul
[Blake]
The recipes redacted, less that he was tracking
More that he was passive, learn when his hands were active
Sleep would drain his passion, these ideas keep hitting massive
Each one better than the last one, lasso, aggressively the stats spun
It was all meant to happen, you say anything against it you cappin’
America’s captain, with an arrogant cap gun, any wonder Banksy’s a rat huh?
That’s the RAT TUHL, In the skull, sounds like a battle feedback of a tapped bug
This doesn’t match up, to those that don’t add much, so math cuts, the last lunch
out of pride the banner flies.
Sanitized our brother’s poor demise in paperwork that fortifies a planners lies
But eh, I’m just a reply guy, with a bit to say when the barriers of manners arise
Proud race traitor in the plague winds before the humanity and planet’s goodbye
Door says, for sandwiches slide, on the bandits es es side. So I’ll be damned if it’s a vibe
This fight goes forever, so you gotta ride
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[Dug]
egalitarian
all I eat is bald eagles
cause freedom should be free
but they won't even make it cheaper
you think we got enough we could
provide for all people
cause we do
shit, we could pay for it with Star Wars sequels
ain't it funny; no, it's not
it's barely a coherent plot
we evolved to share and stopped
claim it's more natural to shop
pave paradise, put up paradise
and keep it locked
I figure it's all more than I can grok
so I'm not going to
[Claud Six]
Not going to, not going to, I’m flyer than a Boeing tube
Unwinding like a sewing spool, and high as the Sequoia grew
The world is filled with thieves who are vying for the oyster jewel
I’d rather handle it before I dial up the boys in blue
There’s holes inside your theories, ya bias and your point of view
You lying like a lawyer crew, I’m vibing like I always do
Silence speaking volumes like inside an anechoic room
They sliding me some poison food, but ain’t tryna eat it though
[Kurn't]
I ain't trying to eat it though but trying to keep my heathen glow
i was bumping Doggystyle then crying to some Evenflow
and even though my feet'll show my path was rough you need to know
I keep my shit cold, but it tastes like margaritas though
human piñata, beat me up, I spill out good shit
better when you read me, not see me, like a book is
daytime I feel my feels, nighttime I keep it crooked
the time was someone else's that's why the hell I took it
[Blake Ambrose]
That’s why the hell I took it, and pawned it
Traded up for a balaclava, zips, lock pick
And a sack for valuables that are not his
It’s been a long pillage, from a strong village
This right here been in the blood so if its optics
Then crosshairs to comfortable chairs the cop sits
The blood fertilizes the crops if the farmer tills it
So a warrior in the garden is how I will it
Act like you know I’m bestowed with the power of William (Namesake)
As Tiger tiger burning bright, marriage of Heaven and Hell, I kill it.
[Happy Tooth]
I kill it like its never even been alive before.
I kill it like I've always known maybe it's why I was born.
You can't fight a war if you're dyin on a hill.
When it's over light my shit on fire,
write it in the will, chill.
This is not a drill, my script is filled with plot holes.
Everyone's got a podcast that's really still a talk show.
We're just in a glass box,
and we're throwing mad rocks,
all lookin for something that stops the bad thoughts.
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10. |
Eyes Closed
03:39
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(Claud Six)
Claudy at the urban farmhouse combatting cabin fever
Peter Piper’ing summer peppers to stuff and pack the freezer
Fame and the fortune, shit I aint after either
I’m just tryna stack a meager stash and limit all my bad ideas
Been bout the BI since I was lugging trapper keepers
Avid dreamer spitting Fukushima through ya crappy speakers
Play with what you dealt, I’m throwing hatchets at the dealers
Take my billionaires medium rare, my salad caesar
Teacher of the Year in Twenty One Nine, I run mine
Two decades in the game, uncompromised and unsigned
We feeding off the ish and growing through it like a fungi
I stepped up in the spot like, “Everybody eats at lunchtime”
It’s Five loaves and 2 fish, Provide no excuses
My mind so Confucius, got the slide show to prove it
My motivation fueled by the high hopes and hubris
I can do this with my eyes closed, don’t blindfold me, stupid
I can do this with my eyes closed
Cruising on the ride home
Moving down the side roads
Eluding any 5-0
I can do this with my eyes closed
Been at it since a zygote
Where did all the time go
Where did all the time go
[Happy Tooth]
This is all just muscle memory.
And it doesn’t make much sense to me.
That’s why I don’t act sensibly.
And not to add insult to injury,
but we don’t want your fucking sympathy.
Music’s just an industry and I’m defective product.
My quality increases I just never raise the cost up.
Contemplating contentment but karma keeps is chaotic.
Artists articulating angst is always the same process.
No delusions of grandeur fit. Had a tour and canceled it.
Humans are so cancerous and the future’s been tampered with.
Nothing ever really stops me except the setting sun.
They said the bad times are coming so I said let em come.
I let my axis spin and write raps in pen.
Until the past begins.
My body of work oddly a blur.
How long’s it been?
I’m not even sure.
Stopped in traffic to write a word or phrase,
or a quiet thought I can’t say to a person’s face.
(Chorus)
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(Blake Ambrose)
Intermittent dream drifter, hands on the creamy fritter/
In the dam like a beavers with ‘em, see me bitter/
(Nah) More likely see me smashing a TV dinner/
Here in the animal years praying for an easy winter/
Scheming clippers, and the stoic heroes you find/
Speaking the advantages of a cheap unglued mind/
If I stop being scared I’ll break it, I’ll probably do fine/
Choose mine, I guess I’ll keep laughs and lose lines/
[Kurn't]
I'm seeing ghosts, mom, life's glitching again!
Whether real or sim, I'm never in position to win
Every laugh and grin chased with a kick to the chin
And every time it's grim I'm lifted up back to the brim
I got my mind set on overcoming something
Even though I know the final prize is probably fucking nothing
I need to stay busy so keep the chaos coming
Angry people in their graves is probably why the earth is humming
[Happy Tooth]
Sometimes I don’t know what my mouth’s muttering.
I might’ve stopped functioning,
but therapy’s a luxury.
One day I’m bubbly, next day I seem flat.
Our inner dialogue sits inside a fog in how we act.
I’m not aligned, to be honest guys, there’s a toxic side.
I keep dropping hints for fixes when the problem’s mine.
Teach em not to cry when they get overwhelmed,
then wonder why outta spite they tell you to go to hell,
well...
[Dug]
gnawing desperation
seeking undefined MacGuffin
I been up to something
since before you ordered the McMuffin
I got rituals
I stick to them like principles
which is to say
occasionally but only when it isn't super difficult
moth to flame
except the flame in question is invisible
I have some guesses why
but none I'd comfortably admit to you
I'm growing out of thinking
that I'm ever gonna change
but then declaring immortality
answered less questions than it raised
it's been a decade plus
I feel I only just learned how to rap
sometimes forgetting that I'm not behind
the runners that I lapped
it's all misunderstanding life
conclusion hopping til the tank's dry
I caught my tail and brought you it
to not a single thanks - why?
it's no respect
can't prove it but it's real
because I say it's real
like suddenly remembering
the movie Rover Dangerfield
it’s not about nostalgia nor
riding that to fake appeal
it’s parlor tricks
I make it hard to get
just to play with you
[Claud Six]
Way past the days of being asleep til 1:30
Dream of other worlds, but I’m leaping up early
Bounce back and forth between seeming unworthy
And tooting my own horn like I’m Bleeding Gums Murphy
Hurdle these mud traps, run laps and steeplechase
auf Wiedersehen, save your pennies for the meter maids
R4PC4MP rocking on stage playing keep-away
From these little Beanie Babies tryna make an easy name
[Evaridae]
I found myself with the pages
Younger in a cleaner state
The status quo was
My imagination at the apex
But I didn’t have the patience
To elaborate on anything
That I had been cooking
Til I got baked
Lookin’ at the plot within the context
I found that most wear a costume
It’s human but I grew weary
Of the process
Learned about knowledge of self
From all the Gods it
Made me see that life
Is organized like a mosh pit
TOAST (hook)
What’s your code?
Embrace the way it goes,
Navigating the principles of flow.
As we grow, affecting modus operandi,
Use the wind to teach us to fly
It makes us alive
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Happy Tooth Columbus, Ohio
"Both Happy Tooth and BDotJeff spoke to the idea that music can be therapeutic, and writing and recording is now less about reaching a larger audience than steadying the turmoil within. “You do start to question your own motivations, like, why am I doing this?” Happy Tooth said. “And I’ve realized that I love the art, and I have to make it because deep down it makes me feel better.” - MatterNews ... more
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