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Stormdrain
04:37
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I ride my bike 26 miles to work and back.
Poor and full of shame,
and the chain I heard it snap,
If I'm late or miss another day
I'll get terminated.
I wish my job was makin songs
and putting words on pages.
Yet i pedal harder
a mangled disheveled martyr.
Heckled while I'm banging out
freckles inside of this armor.
The farther I get
the more I'm taken aback.
Feelin depressed in my chest
and I'm just statin the facts.
It's ironic a biproduct
of pulling my wisdom teeth,
would be debt and a check
except they garnish it instantly.
Feelin "To Hell With Everything."
Lookin like eyes are reddening.
Listenin like you're threatening.
Speakin like this was deafening.
Sell my words as umbrella terms.
And don't look deeper into it until
you've felt it first.
Vision's "Hell On Earth."
That's what a sad artist sees.
We'll show you when we start to bleed
but ask for death halfheartedly.
(Chorus)
I hope it doesn't rain today.
Parade lookin up above afraid.
All I wanted was the sun to stay.
All you wanna do is throw us shade.
I hope it doesn't rain today.
Clouds only ever come to drain.
All I wanna do is numb this pain.
I got a dozen ways,
I could just run away.
Most days I wanna get hit
to end this losing struggle.
Veer over here and hear
the cheers of other humans mumble.
I'm a convoluted tunnel.
With a light that never comes.
Everyone might be better off
if I had a severed tongue.
I'm glass in front of a bike tire
and the route is dim.
Don't come near this darkness,
ride tired, you won't be found again.
No amount of vitamins
can cure this psoriasis.
It's kinda like a metaphor
for all of your biases.
Can't afford this medicine,
side effects are just recklessness.
Most of all the reasons why
I even said this shit.
I don't believe in karma,
only in big pharma.
But paying to feel betters
not something I want a part of.
I've just been talkin stressed.
This life is so Kafkaesque.
Everything I had I put into this,
and you're not impressed?
They say write what you know
but all I know is pain.
You said write about hope,
but all I know is the rain.
(Chorus)
I hope it doesn't rain today.
Parade lookin up above afraid.
All I wanted was the sun to stay.
All you wanna do is throw us shade.
I hope it doesn't rain today.
Clouds only ever come to drain.
All I wanna do is numb this pain.
I got a dozen ways,
I could just run away.
I hope it doesn't rain today.
But nothin ever stays the same.
These days I wanna fade away.
Stay awake,
stomach full of razorblades.
I hope it don't rain today.
Some things aren't safe to say.
It doesn't matter if it rains today.
Cause I'm already soaked
and I stayed in place.
Let's just sit and watch the storm drain.
Consider this the foreplay.
Gettin drenched in the doorway.
And I keep repeating your name, your name.
Let's just sit and watch the storm drain.
Consider this the foreplay.
Gettin drenched in the doorway.
And I keep repeating your name,
your name, your name.
(Chorus)
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2. |
To Hell With Everything
04:54
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Nobody wants to talk to me.
I'm depressing and full of grief.
But when I'm silent they say
maybe I need some sleep.
And then still condescend
like I don't comprehend
and bully me.
So now I'm pulling teeth.
It's like,
if I had nice things to sing
this would be a pop song.
If I could read the situation
I'd say sorry it's gone wrong.
These lines aren't long enough
to say what I mean.
The times I've brought it up
have made you not like me.
And I don't care what anyone thinks
but it would be nice to have someone
to talk to.
Someone that's got you.
Or someone that could get you.
Some that I could relate with is probably sick to.
(Chorus)
To Hell with everything and everyone.
I wanna die.
To Hell with everything
and anyone who's loving life.
To Hell with music,
cause I can't afford to make it.
To Hell with everything
I'll be dead when I'm famous.
To Hell with everything
still waiting for my set of wings.
To Hell with music
help yourself and don't ever sing.
To Hell with everything
if there's nothing worth bettering.
I feel like giving up on this.
It's not worth what I've underwent.
Catharsis is why I fuck with it.
But life just makes me wanna quit.
No one will hear this.
It's a waste of time and lyrics.
I've spent years writing
in dim basements
pretending I'm fearless.
I've gotta convince myself
one day that this will improve.
That all this blood and ink
is worth the wound
when fresh and new.
It's like a tune that we knew
but forgot after a couple years.
This is the embodiment
of stagnation that lovers fear.
Friends don't wanna see you perform
they just wanna drink.
So I sit alone at home
and mourn all this and other things.
(Chorus)
One day I'll shut the fuck up
and not be such a burden.
The writing's on the wall
all of ya'll have been immersed in.
Grinding like the brakes
in my imaginary car do.
Part one's not temporary,
cause we don't get to part two.
We predicted existence
that's what we're accustomed to.
I don't know what I'm gonna
do about anything,
it's nothing new.
See someone I used to know
somewhere I won't go in.
But I haven't seen the sunshine
since I don't know when...
(Chorus)
To Hell with everything
and everyone I wanna die.
To Hell with everything.
(Sample)
"Suppose tomorrow you lost half your money
and you're feeling depressed.
Close your mouth.
Hold your nose like this for two minutes.
Your body says to Hell with your money.
I want to live."
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Livin like I probably,
oughta be, shoulda been
dead by now.
Just found out these roommates
were two-faced that I let in my house.
Born on a Monday,
stuck in a one way.
Imbecile, in denial.
I've always been a child.
Starin at nebulas,
burnt out my retinas,
etc.
When I smile it's a frown.
Guess that there's always
just something that's wrong with me.
Hypochondriac,
writin awkward raps.
Talkin fast and improperly.
Fell asleep mid-kiss.
How did I miss this?
The love that I had it turned into a sickness.
Nothing that I do can fix friends.
Wonder where we'll all be at when this ends.
(Chorus)
There's something beautiful
about not knowing what to do.
There's comfort in the chaos
of sleeping in this room.
I've been so stressed,
this could be the home stretch.
Keep on collecting scars
like I was born to sew flesh.
There's something beautiful
about not knowing what to do.
Things can go either way
despite if you want them to.
There's something beautiful
about starting to come unglued.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
Still haven't found the right way
to say certain things.
What cause am I furthering?
And what have I been murdering?
I've got so many problems
how can I get back again?
It feels like I'm cursed.
And what I've said
has been a pathogen.
The realest rappers
aren't even realists.
But I'm not concerned,
on the verge of finding words
for all of these feelings.
Will I find salvation during
the album's duration?
Or will this negativity
get to me and
swallow the situation?
(Chorus)
They said by now
I should have some stability.
But apparently this parody
of existence is killin me.
All my bills stay overdue.
I'm sorry for this broken view.
I'm just feelin broke in two,
ever since I had spoke to you.
(Chorus)
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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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