[Intro voicemails] STOP FUCKIN’ CAL— [Prelude] My Notes app doubles as a brick wall, troubles in the fifth stall Huddled in a strip mall Shop Rite, I’m not right, but that feels too reductive Tear duct inquiry on why I’m so unproductive [Verse 1] Channel chronic anxiety into labor Propagating propriety, doing CEOs favors Youtube rabbit holes and binging Twitch streams Numb my vapid soul, apply daily like itch cream Which dream deferred? All of ‘em, stay woke Resilience? Straight jokes. Brilliance? Straight hoax Stray hope, in anime reruns and Jeopardy! Living life in half hours, longing for longevity Am I crazy or lazy? Check the third column Swerve responsibilities like poles on a slalom Slippery slope, between mental health and excuses Suicidal enough, endured ample abuses? Text strangers on Omegle in lieu of therapy Terribly tormented by truant figments of better me Fuckin’ sick of mirrors and begrudge every Facetime I budge to make time I— [Chorus, Leon Roberts] Stuck inside, wasting time, in my mind and out of my mind (2x) [Verse 2] Constant mood is Earl Sweatshirt after Doris Listen ‘cause you’re concerned, every fifth song get a chorus DMs ‘bout astrology, think one of them’s a Taurus Talking skies like Horus, horoscopes and auras Feelin’ like a Cancer, beating dead horses like an equine necromancer Masquerade gritty candor with witty banter Pity the shitty Santa, only got the gift of gab Growin’ up it was grift or grab, drift or drag, clip or mag, spliff or bag I stay Robert Frosty, two road two-step Toe borderlines like UTEP Sperm donor is bipolar so I fear for my hemispheres Revere the slow creep or self-destruct like the end is near Grenadier Strapped up for Civil War Four shivs like Shiva makes civilians shiver more Shut up and drivel, mount a MAGA hat on a swivel Riddle it with kibble and let Maxxie have a nibble Stick it to ‘em like swizzle, Uncle Joe shriveled And his spittle is middle, a true bipartisan Pardons national atrophy, his masterpiece, an artisan Claps from crackers in cardigans, there I start again Just calm the fuck down, Danny [Chorus] [Outro] Mindstate Sisyphus, shoulders heavy like Atlas Giving up makes sense, so much hazard for the hapless Probably shouldn’t rap this, steeped in mental rat piss My absence is for the best, anatomical abscess

[Chorus] And I hope to see you soon (2x) [Verse 1] And I’m always asking gunshots or fireworks? Mugshots at Rikers for bangers who admire turf Servin’ up the truth, ‘til I’m looking like the higher Smurf Blue-faced and red-eyed screaming “what the fuck is dying worth?!” Know you can’t grim reap what you sow Popo place the plant and you’re in heat dolo Under fire, trynna keep abreast like underwire Plunder dire needs for daughters, ‘cause you can’t undermine her Period never came, your sentence still did Press her picture on the glass, ain’t she gettin’ so big? Askin’ 21 questions and they not about us 21 in two weeks and COs give no fucks man [Chorus] [Verse 2] Can’t we go back to chasing ice cream trucks on 15th? Paint dead ends with old chalk, call it Flatbush Sistine Chapel psalms, now you got El Chapo qualms Glocks clenched in sweaty palms, trigger finger already calm Chrome crown fit for a dead king Spend your dough on sly sirens to make that bread sing Matrimony to the game, sport yourself a lead ring Honeymoon with crimson crews, finna be a red spring now? Can you swim lil bro, got ya water wings? Even half blood’s thicker, prince on Harry Potter tings Hood regal with ya throne so fecal Trading bodies for the precious, better call yourself Smeagol Or, I don’t know...Gollum Ruling like solemn Solomon, so tell me what’s the problem then You the OG trynna ask me how college been? You know yo ass don’t give a fuck... [Chorus]

[Intro, Leon Roberts] Going nowhere fast, watching people as they pass [Verse 1, Judd Cuh] Reminiscing is shackling Damn it, all that sad boy shit Nigga not that again, cocoa cuttin’ the pack again Move alone, focused on getting paper and moving on Doing dirt, know it’s wrong Up her skirt, then I write a song I’m moving on Now and later gators, Perpetual paper chaser A sexual now and later, I’m destined for something greater Now who’s slippin? Words of affirmation, She trippin’, preserve your grace then High and mighty, won’t take shit lightly High and mighty but the sun don’t kiss Had a Love like this, you lost focus, you’s a rat Is you playin?Bitch you don’t get shit Imagine that, huh? Now it’s fuck that bitch, had a love like this Nigga it’s fuck that shit [Verse 2] A translucent nuisance, but here is my two cents Give prudence a new sense, the way I’m on my shit Like a housefly, and how fly? I’m going Boeing nigga Coup d’état this rap game, bars are overthrowin’ ni— And it’s snowing out, ain’t got no Timbs Jacked on H Block by some Mac Baller Brims Jean told me to stay frosty, trekking Ocean Ave in tube socks What being literal cost me Hope you bump this like free coke wherever you are Hope you get leather burns from whomever you fuck in yo car Whatever the scars, ain’t stitchin’ No future in the sutures and no food up in my kitchen Open wounds lead to closed caskets Got mommy issues like Vorhees but can’t mask it Spliff heavy on tobacco but can’t pass it Pop a tab of acid, fling some flasks in my basket Still got a missile, left in the tank an ungrateful piece of shit but just wanted to thank ya So thanks.

[Verse 1] It’s not a love song, I’m stoic My hubris heroic, bound to blow it, pandemic parables are protozoic Gazing at the sky from your stoop, like “where’d the stars go?” Queen pulled up to rule my whole world, but I’m the czar though Hardo for embargos on emotional cargo Call it old baggage, type you debrief on Harpo But I carry on, scour stark streets for some carrion Sadboi I’m the paragon, so honey pass the tarragon Shoot the shit ‘bout laws, Lizzo, and Louis Farrakhan Eat our damn hearts out, since mine’s undead Somber stares with backs turned, a world left unsaid I’m a book unread, with pages stuck together Goose down pillow talk, two birds of a feather Clammed up about calamity still (It) Shocked my system like it’s Amityville (Sayin’) Sweet nothings like a Hannity spiel (And) Fuck Sean, I’m just trynna keep my sanity real Let my humanity heal, so pardon the profanity Just trynna get some fuckin’ clarity on this inanity Vanity project, more worship than Christianity [Verse 2] And I can barely speak Limitless limbo, nadir and my peak This ain’t a rap, it’s a eulogy My only concern is euphony Memory elegy, you and me, Love language fluency, emotional truancy Floodgates of my stream of conscience Lost in the oceans of conches This the hum of the abundance This the drum of a sun dance It’s the wrong text at the right time It’s the bomb sex by the skyline It’s the lowlights and the bright lines It’s miracles and high crimes It’s blackouts and white lies It’s backouts and long sighs it’s I love you [Verse 3] Wasn’t depressed when I met you Just a coincidence, don’t look too into this Proffered a life that was piquing your Pinterest Preference for niggas that imitate intimates Trust the process, trust the process, that’s what the doc says Makin’ less sense than a Op-Ed, rather drop dead Hop the turnstile, make the cops red 3 to New Lots, where the stops end Make some more mess to keep the mop fed and— Ain’t enough white boys in the world to bleach ya dirty laundry Them linens tawdry anyway, I pray to Audre any day Lord(e) knows Self-preservation, have my reservations, hesitations, trepidations I love you [Verse 4] Fuckin’ mortar to my pestle Ain’t we such fragile vessels The dynamic is ceramic, drowned in debris like Titanic Don’t panic, only manic, every fortnight Meandering life, trynna be forthright I love you

When the song’s lacking a hook then it’s basically a tangent Ivy league vocabulary like owning an empty mansion Ottomans, davenports, dinner parties with Joe Manchin Tough sessions ‘bout a coal coal world Concessions around a Swedish girl Congress watch the world burn like some damn Jokers Be on your toes, the floor is lava, we on the count like Bram Stoker Two lumps in ya mocha, you snitch, you’re fucking wired Cut the blue or the red one, fuck a furlough, you’re fire Hood politics, copped a loosie it’s a Parliament Conciliary edits ‘bout cosmic enterprise and armaments Paramilitary dispatch, over crosshatch fence, a sick batch Child soldiers on lockdown, the door has a sixth latch Kick push In the uber lookin’ sartorial, corruption gubernatorial It’s like power can cop happiness but not a feel? Guess a pile of dead grandmas wasn’t all too real, all too real, all too real Getting kinda preachy, if you know better then teach me I beseech thee, two-bit Theseus, hapless, suckin’ lychees Days looking for bullshit, not even grass-fed George Jackson said it first and they found his ass dead Blood in my Eye [Verse 2] Turns out praxis, includes paying ya taxes Turns out crying for the world is what aligns you with the Axis Peeving patrons at Saks Fifth Forging slave names, that’s Blacksmith Restitution? A Black’s myth Destitution got me wax stiff Wonder if Toussaint L’Ouverture is in Madame Tussauds Wonder is Tucson air sweeter than Nogales, north by two yards Wonder what these gripes sound like to my friend in Yangon Wonder if just wondering is enough to hang on Lately I’ve been stately, claw of law, operate me State the state of the just state, let it gestate, let it test hate Love my best mates of freedom, the Lone Star Gunners White boys with long legs, Homestar Runner Cletus said no fetus, it’s not elitist American as apple pie, providing you with diabeetus Diabolical treatise, or magnanimous Magna Carta Liberation an addendum, but conscription old as Sparta? Niggas talkin’ toe tags, they be missin’ all the footnotes Paraphrasing Malcolm X but can’t recite a fuckin’ book quote.

[Verse 1] Blowin, boroughs snowin’, white flakes, bike lanes, high stakes What a hitch a hike makes, he says guzzlin’ fried cakes Bustlin’ in the flyscape, this my ninth tape, first eight were on MySpace Bugsy get the Ruger, bloodthirsty Freddie Krueger Porterhouse for the cougar, order rare at Peter Luger’s Juxtapose me to the Huxtables, dysfunction and Uncrustables In India I’m untouchable, in New York, I’m untouchable Snotty-nosed Gotti sippin’ hot toddies with hot Saudis Don’t tell the qadi, like Bronny I’m the progeny of legends, miscegenation and reverence Never sever your deference that’s my preference, you get my reference? Jesuits, I do this for greater glory, that’s an understated story Oye mi Canto, no N.O.R.E., buzzwords bore me, I don’t Beez in the trap, I fleas in the sap, parasite I bleed in the cap on a Paris flight Give my life to pen strife, tentacles and pentacles, indifferent to a sacrifice [Verse 2] Pacified with massive pride, despite my passive fratricide Complacency to catch a ride, what a hitch a hike makes Careening caravan in Catskills, bad swills, fat pills Suppose it’s suppository, that kills Hard to swallow, wistful wallows in Sleep Hallow Ichabod and Icarus my only Twitter follows Abrogate arrogance, this cask hollow Task Aron Afflalo to drop 50 on MJ (heh, yeah right) That’s like seeking me for diffidence Only modest in dividends divvied with fellow dissidents This again? Dech and tangents are a tandem Hypebeasts panned him, Alt-right stanned him Goya sponsored and they canned him It’s an anaphylactic anthem y’all [Verse 3] Mira este pendejo, me dijo que It’s just a frijol mi hijo Robert U’s brain smaller than a peehole, skeletons in his keyhole And a nigga’s ready for his close up Chuck a blackberry hurl jheri curls at kiosk posters Free osmosis of the wokeness, premature prognosis Of the dope sick fiends, fellow hopeless beings Mellow cokehead dreams of liberation Guilt-free libation, deliberate consideration 40 ounces and a Moscow Mule, yet the Feds surveilling mosques? How cruel Unusual, Lao Tzu languished ‘til his funeral for this shit? (Pfft) 50 L’s, Roman numerals Keep it 1100, compassion is what I’m stunting Keep it 1100, compassion is what I’m stunting

[Verse 1] Played this shit to atone, for a mind that can’t hold its own Reapin’ shit that I’ve sown, many years and they’ve hardly grown Dissecting diametrically opposed dialectics My mind is septic, hectic, apocryphal, apoplectic But who wouldn’t expect it? Well, me to be honest Ego like Adonis, promise I’m the bombest got a Kanye complex in a certain context and I Guess I can thank the demons, plottin’ plot holes on my left shoulder scheming Sinister On my way to hell to be the priest and Prime Minister Admired for adversity I adeptly administer Sinister Chewing forbidden fruit, finding the hidden truth, the human condition’s uncouth I’m the living proof [Chorus] Malaise melancholy and defeat in my head Mulling over my mistakes in the sheets of my bed Repression is the name of my flee from the dread Writing rhymes of my sins to the beats of the dead (2x) [Verse 2] Somber serenity, this darkness is heavenly Celestial synths serving spiritual remedies Thought Bobby Kennedy said that we could enjoy some levity Mutual assured destruction a bygone of the 70s Excuse my brevity but, life’s a bitch Self-sabotage, compulsive scratch with no itch Penchant for doom, didn’t only mean the rapper Boolin’ with a Baphomet, your favorite prophet was a capper Hope you look dapper at the pearly gates, your friends have had some early wakes Mourning at the temple while Shirley waits, she surely hates it Surly matron, burly patron, droppin’ tears on her curly apron Say your prayers and get the fuck out [Chorus]

[Verse 1] This goes out to single mothers in the crowd Smother misfits with love and all the wisdom you’ve endowed Drowning in my gene pool, I’m soiled, plowed ‘Til I cultivate my motives I’ll be puffin’ aloud So, this is life when you’ve smoked up all your dopamine Your lens a tinge grayer, no idea what you could hope to mean Existence, predicated on persistence The end goal is murky but you’re relented from resistance They insist that you’ll subsist if you enlist Government assistance so you put up with stop and frisk What a world where clean air is a luxury Salty smog in the wound, wound up in your drudgery [Chorus] Just whistle and work Just whistle and work Nothing to see here, no further questions Just whistle and work [Verse 2] A car kicks up a puddle on Young O and Governor Late for your work shift, your homie can’t cover ya This cold city, slowly running out of respites Rectifying your need for help and your fear of sounding desperate Let’s sprint, tattered Js hit the pavement Sweat will mask the tears, what a searing statement They ask you how you are while you ring up kale salads You know they don’t give a fuck, a white lie is valid [Chorus] [Verse 3] Hey I’m Mopey, Snow White’s eighth dwarf Disney cut me out the movie ‘cause I threw her off a wharf Charming started self-harming, all our lives have morphed The rate is alarming, fuck a mine, I’ll start farming Put Doc in denial, Happy onto nihilism Slipped Sleepy Quaaludes, sheesh, what a vile schism Grumpy got slapped with a domestic abuse case Sneezy snorted anything and had to get a new face Bashful’s skull got bashed in, he didn’t tell a soul And Dopey, well, under his hat we found this really suspicious mole and... That nigga didn’t make it... Say hi-ho to my girl, pickaxe in hand and Acquiesce to grueling grinds in an enchanted land and [Chorus]

[Intro] Bing Bong, fuck ya life [Verse 1] Q Train psychosis, brain split, mitosis Stretched out, last car, chrome serpent hostess Pulmonary fibrosis, I’m coughing up a lung Three coats, tote bag, strangers scoffing at the dung Periwinkle bench, they can hardly bare the stench Middle-aged white wench has her powdered nose clenched Got a mean drool flowin’, my circadians are hittin’ Private dream school hoein’, out of rhythm as I’m spittin’ Mismatched socks and a foam cup of quarters Poetry recitals for apathetic conformers Bardic tales of a boy who could be anything he wanted Got a bunch of suckers’ hopes up, took the hedons and absconded [Chorus] Much given much expected At the market, standing corrected Much given much expected So go and do as directed (2x) [Verse 2] Charisma of Jimmy Fallon with the toenail talons Allen wrenched his ankle inhaling ale by the gallon Conspicuous limp, isn’t trynna be a wimp Calls it a pimp walk as a borderline gimp Sorta fine imp, antics a tad feckless “Grab necklace Dekalb” on his mold-clad checklist Vagrancy in Winter, sin worthy of the gallows For the invalid spooked by his own five o’ clock shadow How Sway? Flickering fluorescents The only protection from perishing under crescents This is “Sorry to Bother You” on literal crack Just a crumb of your brunch fund for a pivotal snack Overcome by lunacy, a formidable track Liberal arts grad turned cynical hack Not an appeal to your ethos, or Jesus allegory Just a fellow human being with a fucked up story [Chorus]

[Verse 1] Hydrant, get the wrench, I’m trynna get drenched Block party on the ave. and I’m a different type of mensch Midwood goyim, won’t let the -isms destroy him Dapping up Hasidics before the IDF deploy ‘em Habibis kicking up some puddles in they thobes White boy Matt getting soaked up in his robe Two innings of cricket, I bowl a perfect strike Bust out the kickball before the trappers seize the night Sheed got the boombox, kick it to some compas Cabrones, coronitas, checkin’ out some pampas, Nalgas, sucios, que salgan Babushka comparin’ street river to the Volga Chinos playin’ Mah Jong, ‘buelo got the fichas Order Domino’s for my homegirl Keisha I’m talkin’ days before gentrifiers and baristas When niggas talked keys and didn’t think about Alicia [Chorus] Blood drops dripping down on the edge of the curb Perturbed parents pryin’ prodigies from puffin’ the herb Chaos is a cesspool, ain’t got nowhere to seep It just festers on this dead-end street (2x) [Verse 2] Moonlit syringes, strangers movin’ funky Gramps betting horses, Bud heavies with a junky Grams pushin’ yuca, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the yams Pushin’ grams, Fresh shit, fuck the exams Guess what nigga, ain’t derived one integral But knowing how to box and hard knocks truly integral Still an edgelord but remain well-rounded Hurdles of H block keep an effin’ G grounded Murders on H block keep an effin’ G grounded Seen my neighbor bleed out then tutored French, I was astounded Heard a clip emptied over Stravinsky, was surrounded H Block shit [Chorus] [Verse 3] Playin’ kick the can in the backyard after annotatin’ some Kierkegaard Philosopher king under Gotham’s wing, I hold my Queens in fierce regard Shirley Chisholm against the real Great Schism Fillin’ borough thoroughfares with some head-of-state wisdom Brooklyn’s finest dabblin’ in Aquinas Screaming “Fuck 12” rage fillin’ every sinus Scarlet speckled on a concrete slab While Trevor holds an iPhone for an offbeat dab? Vestigial organs of a crack epidemic Vigils and orphans find the smack epinephric Tactic eccentric, the task epistemic Masking free will under class-based polemics Won’t wear a mask but for gas they a chemist? Yeah iigh [Chorus] [Outro] B/Q to the Plaza, hotspot for zaza 2/5 to the Junction, oxtail to function Gulp with some gumption, cherish every meal H Block shenanigans will have you thankful for real

[Verse 1] Got over 100 Gigs torrented, matey fetch the eyepatch Snatch a couple nuggets nestled deep within the fry batch Sweet and sour, round table at the meeting hour Wheat and flour, creatine powder for my cretin power Eat it coward Assessin’ his soul’s caliber Run off the report, more shameless than Frank Gallagher Sentry of the Earth, sole pilot of Galaga Century on this turf and it’s, uhh... *Pew pew* and a hieroglyphic high score Too few prolific scientific platforms Indebted to subreddits, buttressin’ his bum credit Moonlights as the sun settin’, pumpin’ gas, unleaded Chicken cutlet, unbreaded, he’s movin’ weight Onions, not rings, unwedded, just some movie dates and uhh... That Brother’s starving (Mhm) [Verse 2] Emaciated patriot, go and ring the supper bell Beans and uhh, beans, sure to feed that sucker well Said to take the upper trail, checked for moss, a bluffer tell Mother quelled dysentery, so I ain’t have to suffer hell Whatcha fryin’ here pioneer? Some venison? Reckon that the game kinda sears forest denizens Impervious to penitence, ethics of survival Decapitate a mantis or mans is dead on arrival Rogation day rival (entombments, proper burial) Rotation day revival (intuition mercurial) Seth Low hoppin’ over Frankensteins; gate Medical abomination rockin’ fitteds in size 8 That’s a big ass head bruh... [Outro] Chrome piece, dome piece, match made in heaven Holla to challah bread, but these stacks is unleavened Last supper, got the squad in place, paparazzi vanished Licked the lens on damaged camera, this nigga is fucking FAMISHED.

[Chorus 2x] Shiver and shake Lord, here come the tremors Rivers and lakes, baptismal endeavors Feb. 25th when I took the skinny dip Fingertips went navy, after that came the tremors [Verse 1] No stranger to seismic spasms, time-fixed chasms Flesh prison of nuclei and cytoplasm Soul is comprised of instinct and reason So if you got neither what are you, a meat bag breathin’? Say adaptation is the will to survive The noose is a lie, the noose is a lie, the noose is alive Loose fly on the wall, bore witness Compound eyes, all up in my business Avert my gaze, but hope it stays Shudder at stillness, slice the rope it frays Hairbrained and hackneyed, used to stress ‘bout bacne Trivialities tacky, mind flooded with aphorisms, wacky The voice @’s me like “Didn’t make my bed, so I think I’ll stay up” “Piper is a gouger, don’t think I’ll pay up” “Taxes are a grift, damn sure don’t fear death” “YOLO an Abrahamic aberration at best” and [Chorus] [Verse 2] What’s a quick quake to a quack on 18th? The checkup is routine, no jitters he ain’t seen Blank screen after counseling, the fidgets foment Feelings of instability and unfettered lament Call it a cold spell, just going to check the furnace And truly there’s a part of me that uttered that in earnest Statement with some strings attached, glad I was a Boy Scout Square knot, half hitch, never one to voice doubt But it trembles, convulses, fleeting pulses [Chorus 2x]