posh.
—tried to record the vocals with it but apparently either my interface or my computer—
Whatever
—Money.
-U. ft, Happy Accidents
Dunno when I'm going to be able to do vocals next so here's the instrumental, the lyrics. And whatever else was in my notes when I was in producer mode with my documents open.
Amen
posh. (Instrumental)
Happy Accidents ft. -Ū.
Actually I was thinking about using my Srs Blk Alias.
[serious black]
// srs blk.
Whatever there's robots outside my door coughing right now.
Here go the lyrics.
Fucking robots.
This is just a fad
Why you mad?
What is in my bag
(Posh)
I am just a fan
Why you mad
You are not my man
This is just a fad,
I make dance music cause I can
This is just a fad
Why you mad
(Keep it classy)
Posh.
I am hella bad
Do the math
You are not my dad
This is just a fad
I make dance music cause I can
I am just a fan
Why you mad
You are not my man
This is just a fad
(Dance)
Posh
This is just a fad.
Facts.
{Enter The Multiverse}
I don't think I like anybody!
That's right, I'm not looking.
Mis it possible to be asexual
Google?
Now,where should it go?
I don't know if I'd quite cal it asexual, just…disinterested in the general population at large.
But you're in the general population,
Exactly.
I'm in need of a pillow pet.
Have you tried toys r us.
Do you know how weird it's going to look for a 40 something year old man with zero kids to walk into a toys r us and ask for a pillow pet?
So you have thought about it.
Are you stupid?
Not as stupid as I ought to be
Lay on the tarmac.
What.
Just—lay in the tarmac
For what?
I'm going to run you over with an airplane.
…that might work.
“How to Kill An Immortal”.
It's that time of the day
And the day of the week
Where my mind goes awry
(So long, sir)
And my heart starts making the wrong turns
Cross eyes, ten and two
[Atomic Number]
cross Eyes, ten and two
Cross your heart,
Or don't
(Goodbye, sir)
Goodbuy, good sir
I just bought a pony,
I want a fruit roll up
My internet due tomorrow
(Go finish the album)
I just want donut
Good morning
Hot topics
I've got much more to show for it than you're onto.
Than you're onto
Than you're onto—
Honest.
Don't stop there, dog.
(Atomic Number)
Thats no crosswalk
Purchase you for favors
For favors
For flavors
Four flavors, are there
But I've only got my whole eye on one of them
What up then
Don't call the number
Oh, God damn
Go run, Pharoh for you want an arrow out of your head
Free hand and heart
I thought I was a musician,
—I'm not though;
I stand 44 stories tall
When I stand right behind you,
Shadow.
Small man
I love McDonald's
I got a long hat
I got along swimmingly with your mom and dad, huh
Data
data projects and the atomic number
That's all folks
Data projects and those atomic numbers
Cosmic stardust, they all shook
They ain't lie, that's a hard pink turn purple
They ain't lie, God, that's a mellow yellow saxophone there—
They ain't lie, god, brought tear to an eye where there are no more,
Heart took a wrong turn
They ain't lie, God,
It is bright plumb
Are you in a black hole or what?
Are you shook for stars and all bout dollars?
Are you sure that had my name on it?
Are you sure, or are you all talk
All you sure, mom? Call the doctor.
Are you sure at all, at all, at all about what you all wrote
I'm on the 44th floor staring off, Dad.
Straining heard, though—
Had my eyes closed and my mouth sown permanently shut / sh it
Is that your industry or something?
Is that your window out my car door?
Is that your hand over no heart at all—
But a chest stuck out;
Bring you down real fast when I've been humbled.
Goddamn, when's this song over?
When they tell you about God, God
And all you do is turn your back, God,
Are you good, or bad, God,
If all I have is in this Target cart
So I crunch numbers,
Fall in black hole songs, atomic number—-
It's just that time of the day
And that day of the week where I call out
Into the sound stage
Reaching back,
Into my alter,
Rocks in my pocket
And one at the Plaza
One year only,
One whole summer
One whole novel,
10 movies, more songs,
Light candles and hard rock, Nirvana
Soft porn,
No dollar bills,
No ballers,
— I struck rules and struck diets,
Followed often around like I own something
I just might be,
What they call
—Ten more songs!
(A poet.)
—And a whole bunch of unfinished—
NO—
Cut to:
fade in/
Fade out—
Whose line is it anyway?
I ain't got no teleprompter!
Fresh out of water, and
Blocked from purchasing on Amazon market cause
Something is wrong with my name
Or observations I once made
About being scammed by the monopoly
Oh, polyamorous polyaddixt, polysexual
Polygons, on PolyGod,
God only—
God ain't lie,
It was plum,
Closed my eyes to confirm, God,
Can't conform, God.
Atomic
Number.
I can do ten more before sundown; before
I'm so over tired from espresso bean coffee,
All about a dollar, I was—
Everything I want in my target cart
So I sure don't,
For sure don't,
Ever, On God,
Have to walk in the supermarket on
Stuggle mode
Slow down, posh.
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