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I remember the year that Broadside Balladeer
Took his own life away, so they say…
Now I still long to hear him singing true and clear
How I miss that Broadside Balladeer!

Chorus:
So I’m gonna say it now!
I can’t say it when I’m gone
Let us not speak falsely now
For we must be movin’ on
Is there anybody home?
Is there anybody here?
To be true to a Broadside Balladeer!

In the dark of the night, he would stay awake and write
At the rallies he would raise us with a song!
He would roam through the land, and like Woody he would stand
Cause he wanted people’s struggles to be strong! [Chorus]

Just a boy in Ohio grew up so he had to go
Steppin’ outside of a small circle of friends
Surely as the Changes came he would shame the Chords of Fame
When he called on us to try and make amends [Chorus]

Seems like just the other day, he went down to see Chile
Victor Jara and he sang side by side!
Itt, the cia, and the Junta had their way
But the dream they tried to kill still hasn’t died! [Chorus]

[Intro]
Four AM, driving down the coast
Tellin’ me that I do the most
Now I’m finally back home
Lookin’ at the

[Verse]
Sunlight drippin’ through the windowsill
Sittin’ in my room all in my feels
Just tryna get number
Tryna get these numbers
G-Stars, no Levis (I got designer, boy)
Outerspace, countin’ green guys
It’s the same ol’ story
Fuck the fame, I want the glory
He talkin’ down and it get gory
She kinda fire but she bore me
And baby, I’m sorry
But I don’t plan on fallin’

[Chorus]
White dress and a all white staircase
Pink grapes in my glass make me fade away
Hair dyed and I’m lookin’ like a painting
And your eyes show me all you wanna say is
White dress and a all white staircase
Pink grapes in my glass make me fade away
Hair dyed and I’m lookin’ like a painting
And your eyes show me all you wanna say is

[Outro]
You can have me all
And I don’t really care just where we end up
You can have me all
Let me make you sing just like an opera
Opera
Let me make you sing just like an opera
Cold Hart, baby
(You lose. Continue?)

[Intro]
Cookin’
Cookin’
Can you smell me?

[Verse 1]
Shot down but I levitate
An idle mind starts to contemplate
Razor blades making lifelines
Now I’m staring at an empty plate

[Pre-Chorus]
And it tastes, oh so bitter sweet
And I basically made something to eat, oh

[Chorus]
I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
It’s what you gotta do, when you gotta stay afloat
I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
Popo always come knocking at my door
Said I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
The one thing that I’ll never be is broke
Said I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
It’s the realest shit I ever smoked

[Verse 2]
You never know where to find me
Don’t use a phone, thank you kindly
Another soldier has fallen
Don’t worry, I will catch his body
All the best for your dreams, baby
Say a prayer, get on your knees, baby
Young Lo will make it flip right quick
I’ll be God damned if I don’t die rich

[Pre-Chorus]
And it tastes, oh, so bitter sweet
And I basically made something to eat, oh

[Chorus]
I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
It’s what you gotta do, when you gotta stay afloat
I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
Popo always come knocking at my door
Said I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
The one thing that I’ll never be is broke
Said I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
It’s the realest shit I ever smoked

[Bridge]
When it comes to this, no one is better at this than me
When it comes to this, no one is better at this than me
I flick my wrist, flick my wrist, flick my wrist just once
I flick my wrist, flick my wrist, flick my wrist just once

[Pre-Chorus]
And it tastes, oh, so bitter sweet
And I basically made something to eat, oh

[Chorus]
I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
It’s what you gotta do, when you gotta stay afloat
I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
Popo always come knocking at my door
Said I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
The one thing that I’ll never be is broke
Said I’m cookin’ up, cookin’ up, cookin’ up dope
It’s the realest shit I ever smoked

(feat. Mick Jenkins)

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[Intro]
L-l-let’s go

[Verse 1]
La Fleur comin’ from the ground, look at what we found
Signs of the time, nigga, I can’t fuck around, nah
Flowers in my crown, lettin’ off every round
Now they wanna count favours when they used to count me out
Big bodies pullin’ up, now they look me up
What you want from me?
Now you wanna talk to me, want everything and all of me
Demons in my head, they go red, yeah, they hauntin’ me
Bitches in my bed, in my head, yeah, they hauntin’ me, I know
Recognize
I been rollin’ with the punches, they know why
You in disguise, all your friends tellin’ lies
It’s no surprise, go ahead and switch sides
I pick the dice up, and put my price up
When we out of town, bet they recognize us
My nigga cuckoo with them clippers, get you lined up
It’s petal garden, the domain, nobody like us

[Chorus]
I’m the big dipper
Cartier don’t got no time for no bitch nigga
Pain heavy on the brain, so I sip liquor
When I was broke, used to dream like a rich nigga
Ribs touchin’ from the days I used to miss dinner
Ex beggin’ for me back, but I don’t miss her
If she pop it on the pole, then I’m gon’ tip her
Even when I took a L, I came out the winner
I got better while everybody just

[Verse 2]
Oh nah, this pocket broke, got fixed
Cup so dirty, I could never pass a piss test
Bad redbone, I’m just tryna get to grips
Fenty on her lips, bumpin’ Riri in the whip
I could get you anything you want for the right price
The weed help me go to sleep, fuck a night light
I’m the only bad boy they let off the night sky
The moon, baby, I was born into the night life

[Bridge]
I got everything to lose
Molly got me howlin’ to the moon
Take a hit, I bet it change your mood
Never been the type to follow rules
If you love me, then you’ll take her to the tomb
Tool, grind, used to wake up with my account in the minus
Put that on my momma, that shit kept a nigga grindin’
Applyin’ all the pressure make diamonds

[Chorus]
I’m the big dipper
Cartier don’t got no time for no bitch nigga
Pain heavy on the brain, so I sip liquor
When I was broke, used to dream like a rich nigga
Ribs touchin’ from the days I used to miss dinner
Ex beggin’ for me back, but I don’t miss her
If she pop it on the pole, then I’m gon’ tip her
Even when I took a L, I came out the winner
I got better while everybody just got bitter