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Wind Up

by ごみの神

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Instructions to Listen to Wind Up!

1) Read the lyrics first

2) Then listen once*

3) Listen again**

*maybe read through them again
**ibid

lyrics

My skin is dark
My chauffeur drove me
To the showing
And by that I mean: auction
Know it's heavy-handed, Action
I plans, kid, you can't work yet
And it's my work--get it
And I do it for my pride
My heart is full of light
Don't lose the codes
We need the FAQs
I wrap the glove
Know that in fact
(This shit's a gift.)
Take me to the veggie plate
With the dirt I'm full, loaded
Dharma, feeding good like vegans
You ain't got no Karma
Now stop it with your carbonated water
Without your carbonated syrup
Where th' hell you think you're going

To wind up
Wind up
Wind up

I know thick-is-thin's low
When I'm 'round Lorenzo
Get a good guard
Neva betta though
You wanna be like me
So, be like me
Still, what's the hurry
I don't know, I'm impossible
Get out the bowl, bro
I'm a skylark, my eyes
Skate to a scale never
Cockulater ain't showing
$8.008.135,00 forever
Bitch, bitch, whine, you finer
Then NC Tarheels getting booed
Like the sword-wielding Jew, we don't play it
Always the digital native
Already obviously innovative
Carrying on creatively, just saying datums
This shit is gutsy, can't discuss
If you got a problem
Baby, I got it for the low
Blurring between swag and fag
Not a dit for a player like me,
More LSP, me floating over Lake Shore
Morse horseplay for the children:
We digging them pill stacks out the ditches, and
We gadflys on the wall sucking flowers

I'm the boardest skater on the rise
Light, like a scale, on my Grams
Equilibrium: brilliant like the one side
Of the spectrum
Everywhere I go
I'm on the mental toe
I got another mental step
Another flow, another femme mate
Coming in my door
Asking me about the motherfucking question
And I gotta kill, this jig is cool
I pack that whip
Naturally the best you know
I'm coming through with that heating-up-with thing
Shut up, shut up, bitch, you
I heal rape
I can't wait to skate
Got to go out and skate
Can't make a cake
Ain't no debate
I'm 'bout to bake
Life's great

Tune into K-RAK
My radio station
And I know it exploded
People saying to stress about my quota
Know in back I need the medicine
I meant to said, eye sediment
I just don't stress about my quotes
But lightning gods speak quotidian no more
I guess it doesn't matter,
But I'm country, you gone need that
The same way I got a bag and a pack of drags,
Brought that video
Why I gotta be so ghetto
And I got an Enzo, yo
I want that money
But it's just my knee
Rappers, the second I don't care what
I threw stacks, but I know it's just
Your 'ho' though
No rat trash for your dime-ful rag,
Lost my money,
Lost some of my rent
Can you give me some of that rent money
Whatcha want
I'm just getting my rules out
I just need it
Like, it ain't funny
Come on, whatcha want
Getting money
I'm kind o' funny, honey
Took Donna to the dunny
God a single computer
If you don't take a sip, I mean that
I got whatcha need
I selfish, 'ave a rich greed

If I have presence
My precedence takes cadence
Everybody want a new phone
Everybody want new presents
Everybody want to do pleasant
Everybody want a new treasure
Everybody want the next measure
I read one point in one, my leisure
All for the pleasure
Teach you dude in the dune
I told you beat it, dude
You won't defeat it it, dude
I seen it-dude like to smoke too
I play like there's snow
I miss you
And you miss me like Cupid did
I'm so clueless
I'm a living lord, King of the Druids
Nightmarish, I know
I need an elation,
I need another medication
Don't you see
What's that frustration
Check 1, 2
I know this yo wish
You wanna git bit
I need elect, my little bit
Ain't it super cool
Hell if I'm being salty
This jizz what you got on your face
I mean that's bizarre
Chilling with the stars
That's just what you got on your faith
As I come through with the bass
And kiss your cheeks
Had to get cut, ameliorate
And I'm popping and locking
And I lost my mind
That's my dude, dude
If you don't understand
My bars, then get the fuck out
We don't know the same things
We don't do the same things
I ain't got the same moves
We ain't got the same bap-boom
And them rounds free
AK, 'cause I got butterflies
Simon said that, but I gotta get dose though
What you don't know
I don't wanna go there
Got skylarking on the plane
And my 'esthetic is never stranger
Get my laughter, it's the diff
It's the phatter rager
I rewind next, it's the thorniest of pop
Stop got you like cut
Never rage, yeah
Turn the page, yeah
Burn the sage, yeah
Got a celebrity
Y padawan go practice your laserflip
Jazz on the one
Brooks, Gwendolyn
Praise her lips, I'm vitrient
Hoping that your floaty tokidoki cover it
Never showing rent if you ask me
Know it's noetic
'Til I kill them
It's a spaz tic, don't check that
Niggers got to walk the floor
And no rap until I get money
That's the whole clique's directive
People on my back know I pack the whip
We're doing them things
We're distinguished now
Been many funny and I can't break now
Who's gay in the hoosegow
That's me getting buttfucked
And no love from the co-eds
On my dreads
Love always, that's the law
And I ain't never flaw
On the warts and all
Saying I'm as imperfect as the X-Men
Is just garrulous
My carrera gumption
When I'm coming in
It's harrowing 'cause you're not winnowing

Caeto to Daedalus
Moonbeam is Icarus
And I don't live vicarious
Even in innocence
Lover of any sense
And I admit you can feel the wit
What a stint for that blue flow
Obligatory smart, stupid lyrical shit
And you gotta give a tip for the hit though
Stay woke. Trash God, can't say bad
On deers, I bet you gone cash
On beers, I bet you be smashed
En sueños, mine gone last
I got fastest chassis
In the Southeast, uh-huh
I might get fucked 'cause that XMP
And I need a new solution
Moping for the bust
Say, I write the resolution
And my team called high-falutin

Wind up
Wind up

credits

released January 18, 2018
Jalen "Chill B/"Williams Motes - engineer

Caeto Moon - producer

Jalen Motes - composer

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