I made a movie in my head trying to rustle up the old gods/
I can't see because my lenses live in post hoc/
Frost bit, could you bum a cat a stog ock?/
Foals hop the fences, down in Trenton where they broke locks/
Coke rock, and a little bit of family curse/
Damned if I do, damned if I don't dismantle earth/
Booked a show and hoofed the whip down to Mechanicsburg/
Hopelessly irrelevant, searching for a hand to nurse/
And who are you to not be who you said you'd be?/
And who am I to believe that that's my business?/
And what are we but stuck, living out a beggars dream?/
And how dare I ask for truth in the soul kitchen/
My soul slips in, and out of this place/
I finally found grace, then bottomed out inside of her waist/
I couldn't reach for anything that wasn't out of the way/
So I decided I would hide it in an obvious place/
Buck fifty in my dreams trying to hurt somebody/
Used to come apart at seams in apartment lobbies/
Life is what it seems if you're a sleep and eat zombie/
Seep into the sediment and breathe, your last hobby/
I could cry but I won’t waste my tears/
That shit is for the birds, for the birds, for the birds/
New Jersey rapper links with Dublin producer for a hard-hitting, old-school LP featuring Open Mike Eagle, Hemlock Ernst, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024