1. |
Flourishing
03:53
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[Verse 1: Atwood]
Feelin like it's Hasbro because you been toyin' with me
I'm tryna make that ass float, whatchu know about buoyancy
It's that boy and he boiling, still gon ask like, "what more ya need?"
I got ornaments on me shining silly that shit annoying me
Make sure the future is bright, we call that flourishing
Told her I'm healthy for her. It's time for nourishing
Got that green too, mother nature is so nurturing
Take a wiff "ooh" - getting strong armed we call that Hercules
I'm certainly wordy heard he leave the beats lookin burgundy
Leave you with the flow like you sleeping at a fraternity
I'm lethal with the flow I swear that all I do is murder beats
Snap like Q when I rap... like... yerndamean
Golly gee I know ya prolly never heard of me
In ya girlies sheets, when you come thru I do that serpentine
Hot like mercury, flow like mercury, give you that third degree
I'm pretty sure I just turned you into a fan of me
[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
I'm taking shots of poison, chase it with the antidote
Test how long the void is, uncover brand new animals
Plant and grow a tesla coil along with red anemones
Watered with some methylamine, seeds that will, each need
Three liters easy, fly traps are in bloom
Grew into a hive mind, inaudible signals
I can take the piss too, a world renowned scumbag
Toting sleeks pistols that shoot out these dumb flags/
Some can't hang-hang, I'm gliding over all
Repealing wack standards, implement new protocols
Rocking wolf grey nikes, and kick down a kaiju
I'll backhand your face bright and end up behind you
I just want the stage lights, maybe a buck or two
Cups all full with liquid gold, want something cruel
Want the women, want jars of lightning, want thunderbolts
I just want to make good music with some darker undertones
[Verse 3: Chris Wright]
I'm a underground secret because I speak easy
I just wanna couple hundred bands and some free Yeezys
Don't get it twisted like a bread tie, I seem greedy
20 hits, ain't a scratch on me, that's a clean CD
I'm trynna rake it in, date a girl and bang her friend
Diamond studded bracelet blending nicely with my favorite sins
Picking from a line of a couple sets of banging twins,
One at a time like they models with the latest trends
She call me nasty, I'm really the worst houseguest
Crashing at your place, brought a bitch and left the couch wet
Stretching to my limit, but really I can't be bout less
Trynna get this money and stay fly like southwest
Rarely political, I’m just staying DC'ed
Give every rapper the short straw when I precede
Think I left my lights on, hit you with them High Beams
Lately I been flourishing, baby that's just how life seems
[Bridge: Tocci]
Fighting with the squad that's a TKO
I said T O double C Mr. CEO
Flourish on the beat, weaks what we don't know
Weed just rolls so the weeks just roll
We got amigos Bro
T O double C Mr. CEO
I said fighting with the squad that's a TKO
[Outro: RYCE]
(Flourishing, flourishing)
When it all falls down you'll remember me
Can't you see the light
When it all falls down we'll be flourishing
We'll be legends
When it all falls down you'll remember me
Can't you see the light
When it all falls down we'll be flourishing
We'll be legends
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2. |
Paradise
04:55
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[Intro: Chris Wright]
Bright lights,
Can’t help feeling this a zeitgeist
Out here living up a fine life,
Got me feeling like
Got me feeling like
[Hook: Atwood & ibrahim]
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere
[Verse 1: Atwood]
Running through lines like a running back
If you don't get it then run it back
Ay
I did that shit that I shouldn't have
Shh, got me shushing them
They all be acting so suss I swear
Yeah
Run it out
Run it out
Spit on a track til it's running out
My verses all lookin stand up
Yo verses all lookin run down
I might fly I might spike this shit
I wonder what kinda life I'll live, like what is this
To the sky with the heights I'll hit
I shine bright on some high beam shit, in the distance
(×2)
[Bridge: RYCE]
Said if you reaching for the skies put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the clouds put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the stars put your hands up
Said if you want your paradise put your hands up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
I ain't in this game just to wait up
Wait here for Fate just to change up her make-up
Make up a brand new state where I wake up to Paradise Inc. fresh ink on my pay stub
w-w-w-wade upwards through the swamp, saying curse words with these large weights on my arms
Just to get to paradise like a parasite, take a bite if the pear is ripe or not
Errant knight that walks in a paradox
Wears his blood caked pair of socks
They can't bear to watch him bear the burden, barely heard the bear burst in through the brush
A brush with death, a burgundy dipped brush
Out the thicket with thick cuts, fucked up
Gotta think of way to get up those rungs
Rung the doorbell, wrung out blood, jump up
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Wright]
Can’t lie I’m the losing type
Shit, I’d hit it raw more but I’m too precise
I don’t know about a wave, but the movement’s tight
Got a short leash, but you know I’m super nice
I might hang ten when I’m bored
Girl called, phased in and I scored
Blame my phrasing and my vocal chords
No explaining why they closing doors
I’m like two shots down from a confidence boost
Trynna wake up every morning just to walk in a booth
When I’m mad at the mic, know we talking it through
This my first love, better never letting it loose
So as long as I got this microphone,
and this pen in hand, I’m the light of Rome
Not a sinning man, I’m the rightest wrongs
Got a place in paradise, right at home
[Bridge]
[Hook]
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3. |
Low End
04:41
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[Hook: Atwood]
I don't think you see the wave
Look like Cena in the face yuh
On the low you feel the bass
You can't say this shit don't faze ya
(x2)
Gimme that low end
(x a lot)
[Verse 1: Atwood]
Y'all don't keep it 100 and that shit hertz
On the high I'm gettin blunted
On the low it soothe my nerves
Yall be tryna catch a wave
I'll be signing like the bass
Slow and steady win the race
Most of y'all move quick then fade
I'm something like an 808
The type when hit it make you shake
I love the way it vibrates
Yeah I'm just tryna feel the bass!
My subs something like a vinyl
12 inches but no high notes
Shit you feel inside your spinal
With my dogs like I'm Fido
Fuck around and sine to Tidal, waves
Think you hot I give you midol, flames
Subs woof just like my dog, ay
Subs woof just like my dog!
When this shit drop swear your face like Oooo!
I really love when that bass go boom
Tryin to find where my night go
Tryna to get hype tho
When that low end come through!
(x2)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Chris Wright]
I got a low end theory
My subs coming through clearly
You just act like you don't hear me
Start to wonder if you fearing me
My base rumble they gone ride slow
Know you feel it when yo eyes closed
Sneak it in through the side doors
Let me hit when she blindfolded
Low-pitched but it's for my dogs
Loud leaking out of they garage
Sound peaking but it's never lost,
Nah we ain't ever gon pause
My sub got southern influence, but come through clean
Low end hits, yeah we fighting dirty, I'm a menace but I make calls like deans
I don't make trouble (treble) like a good boy seems
Came for the cake, and I left with a Benz
Roll through the tape with a pipe close, all of your light off, bet that shit give you dreams
Got Subs in the back like a meet and greet
That boy Kwiq coming beat for beat
The back seat screaming please repeat
It vibrate for that bitch, maybe she a freak
It dilate when each piece retreat
I'm out late trynna feed the streets
I got beats to leak
And this itch like a sheet of fleas
I don't think you see it, sound waves hit a chest like we deep at sea, we all gold
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Headhaunter]
Turn the every knob to the right
Vibrate the rearview and sides
Transform the whip to a write off
Hear the song clearly outside
88 MP to H
Leavin flame trails in our wake
Four doors to no doors it bangs
Making that Richter scale break
Up in the aftershock waves
Hydrate we actively grow
From deep ends to low ends we float - fall up when gravity GOES
Real time look like a timelapse
You take a step and end up headin right back
Fumes, leaking out the windows and we ride past, doomed, bloom and reduce to a bright flash
Puking's the usual forecast, turn the fog down, pour the night in a cold glass
Drink it so fast, tend to fade with the whole camp
Let the bass hit til I wake in a gold cast
Entered a minute ago, permanent now
Turn up the low end a bit, burned to the ground
Ride upon the bass hits burst through the clouds
All my neighbors pissed like word and I'm out
[Hook]
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4. |
Flutter
03:56
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[Verse 1: Chris Wright]
I need an hour everyday just to fucking escape
And three after that just to fuck and to skate
All these mofuckers talking like there's something to say
Until my words be the shit with which I buy my estate
I got a full plate of greens where my chocolate dessert
Enable all these little fiends when I'm dropping a verse
I need to hear you people scream, like I hopped out a hearse
But I just took the fucking stage, ain't got time to rehearse
So we gone do it all live, feel the umph in my vibe
We hit a drive thru at 2 am, but she just want fries
Don’t want deal with no attitude bitch I'm trynna get high
So take yo skinny little ass and get the fuck out my ride
[Hook: Headhaunter]
We just dine and dash-dash once we get our food
Fries up in the bag-bag with the diamonds too
Birds come for the crumbs that spill onto our fucking shoes
We want fat-stacks - empty stomachs, dine and then we dash-dash
(x2)
[Verse 2: Atwood]
I said as long as my bitch stay cold
Ima be icy with it
Long as my wrist stay froze
Ima be timely with it
Do it for the glits and gold
Ain't got no time to scrimmage
Got this shit in the bag
Just like some Tyson chicken
I got business
Sampling the flavors of all types of women
Costco living, connoisseur compliments they think I'm delicious
High percentages in my charts now
It's kinda realistic
I been feelin like anytime now this shit gon flip up-side down
On some Will Smith shit
I got heights I'm hittin
A lot of nights been spent to write I've grown accustomed to the lights
And now I'm feelin like...
Yeah something nice how I flutter like synths
I'm getting sprung like the time where the butterflies is
Shit, I want it nowwww like the present tense, I'm off
[Hook]
[Verse 3: RYCE]
R Y C E, the chosen one you know me
I be zooming cross the stars like I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi
Keep it mean like a beast I'm causing hell up in your life
Kill the scene I'm a beast like beauty belle up by my side
But I'm popping off
Not a single living thing can stop a boss
Take a loss
Catch my name in the hall of fame like I was Randy Moss
I be flexin with the ice like nigga peep the frost
I be flexin with the swag like nigga peep the sauce
Thank god he keep me lifted
From every demon wishing I be grounded
You wont kill my shot I wont miss it
Lil haters hope yall see my ass you better kiss it
[Hook]
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5. |
White Roses Interlude
01:44
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6. |
Season
02:58
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[Verse 1: Atwood]
I got eyes on my team
I locked eyes with my demons
Yo bitch all in my DMs
We been icy all season
Hit the salt with some season
I aint old bitch I'm seasoned
Leave her whole body seizin
Think I'm Rome with the Cesar
Yo bitch all in my diems
No carpe
But today she be seizing
Jump off the deep end
And I'm swimming in all of this salt water got ahead for a reason
All these crustaceans
They dont get what they want so they clicking they claws tryna pop off some shit for no reason
Cuz it's easy
Swear this shit right right here leave you sea sick
I got buzz, light light years on some eons
We be eatin
Yeah that seasoned
[Bridge: Whyandotte]
I'm here to dismiss all your myths baby
Come and take a sip
What it look like
What it look like
[Hook: Chris Wright]
Can't you take what I provide, it's still no lies
All this silly switching sides, you got no ties
You just wanna pick a fight, but I'm alright
Why we do this every night, girl this ain't right
[Verse 2: Chris Wright]
I should not be so snappy
Push too hard they might tag me
Gone too long she get crabby
Skip on out like I'm laggy
Pants are tight but she baggy
I can’t help but be braggy
All they faces been sagging
Tail end busy still wagging
Why they hop on my wagon
Ain’t no cigs but I'm zagging
She on Billbo(ard) like Baggins
Maybe zip it like has beens
Why you look like you fasting
My team got what you imagine
What we on we ain't passing
The girls you see we ain't cast them
They just showed up with a smile on so they piled all in my cabin
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Headhaunter]
Bright moonlight just bled through,
Wake up girl your rent's due
Gift shop past my bedroom
Beyond the pools of Redbull and spooled up mementos
Still hear last night's echoes
Moans that might crescendo
Don't pretend you're special
Just phase out through the threshold
Walk of shame while spectral, it's overlooked like redrum
I head to a quote-unquote friend's house
High tech and low life, I burnt out my cellphone
Multiple codewords and photos were sent through
She went and took out my noodle like bento
Slurped it all up while she bobbed in tempo
I redline out to get gone and head home
Binge watch some seasons of Office, meltdown
Outta momentum
[Bridge]
[Hook]
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7. |
Sub-Zero
03:11
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[Hook: Atwood]
Ever since a toddler all I ever wanted was that condo in the hills
Popping bottles with some boujee models sub zero all on my wrist
Zeros all on my checks
One zeros all in my bed
Zeros all on my checks
One zeros all in my bed
[Verse 1: Tocci]
Little boy had a dream
Teeth looking like Himalayas
Paul Wall flexing with my mouth
Wrist flicking like tennis players
Business maker, innovator
Trick flipping been a skater
Witness hate anticipate them
Give em all that Cena flavor (Fuck You)
Since a kid hit that bunny hop
Stunning bitches, let them bunnies hop
They ain't bout it unless the moneys hot
Told my pops I'm not afraid of Ops
Sunny days but the shades is off
On her knees make her pray to god
Play it raw really what you take me for
They been thawed,
Ever since a baby boy..
[Bridge: Atwood]
I want ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice AGH!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
Fill up my cup to the rim, yeah I'm bout that
Ice in my IV drips to my soundtrack
Truant since birth, so I skip, bitch I out class
Lose at Tetris since a kid, son I count stacks
Never want minimal doses, I want all that
Prawns fed to me by sex symbols
Gimme the diamonds all gold dipped, if I'm honest
Wanting a fleet full of stretch limos
Doing this shit for the zeroes that I gross
And I vomit up everything in the cold and I'm so
Confident I'm building up 'til I'm froze and I go
For the warmth at the end of the rainbow to go home with
a ruby tipped sceptre, diamonds for pleasure
Emeralds in a box, ice for December
Want the sub zero, but try not to venture too far in the cold I already froze
[Bridge]
[Hook]
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8. |
Bright Side
04:04
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[Hook: Chris Wright]
On the bright side i got all this money in my pockets now
Had to cop a paypal card just to get it out
I don't even know like half these people they just come around
But if they start to talkin all that noise i'ma shut em down
[Verse 1: RYCE]
Talk that noise ima push you to the side
F out my dms I'm just tryna live my life
You can not compete with me i stay cold bruh
Venomous benefits I'm meaner than king cobra
Excellence prevalent like Jehovah but I'm holier
Dripping flavor skipping haters I'm racing for the gold
And I'll never fold burning vivid like the stars now
You can not catch up to me
[Verse 2: Atwood]
Like skrr
Vroom vroom say bye to bitches
On the brighter side I got a lighter in me
You got pints of henny and designer linens
I got fire in me that been shining silly like, damn, chill
Hit em with a Advil
Headaches, yeah man how does that feel
Hand shakes my way on some dap shit
Bet you mad still broke bonds like a bad deal
Get a tad real and you backing away
Shit I'm still the old me like from back in the day
You know lil AP with the laugh in his face
Your whole crew got me dead like I'm passing away
Ay, I never looked away from the flashing lights
Look em in the face til the grave and they have me like
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 3: Headhaunter]
I don't ruminate in shade I just cast it all
I heard the light that's burning twice as bright lasts half as long
An astronaut planting flags in binary stars, write more than Asimov
Priceless oil painting portraits of me line the palace walls
Protagonist of film noir, self proclaimed lady killer
Tinder match with femme fatales, forgo friendship, fake the feeling
Fabricated synergy, these strangers speak in white noise
But I can silence them by pulling digits out this bright void
[Verse 4: ibrahim]
Flippin samples on a week night
Lit by candles and street lights
From watchin the stars to a shot in the dark
Now everything seems bright, yeah
Neon signs inside my eyelids till the break of dawn
Your fav emcee is payin me for makin beats I'd slay him on
Talkin noise we ain't gon hear em
I been with my gang like Akira
Block em out like Rothko paintings when they try to slide inside my DMs
No sleep writin out 9th chords with bass notes and the sound of synths
I breathe life into cyborgs with an inkstone and a fountain pen like yuh
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 5: Tocci]
Is it heaven or hell boy
The family's in jail boy
You gotta get the money so you posting their bail boy
Gotta have the crib or you stuck as the bell boy
If your really bout your shit then there's nothing to tell boy
Like are you a dreamer boy
Or are you the cleanest boy
Catch me with the pack we be whipping in beamers boy
Fuck your noise
I be flexing with the head phones
She be sneaking, no touch tone
Really out when the suns low
See the scoobies then you ruh-roh
[Verse 6: Chris Wright]
Uh oh don’t testify
Put a dog in the pen like you set to fly
Ops shooting like, who alive, best to die
So i put aside you and i’m next to ride
Take a good long look, I don’t do no photos
Put a hood on with a few new logos
Set a mood wrong but I still lose polos
Drop a loose song cop a place out in soho
Aviators on with the retrofitted sakura shades
I’m really out lost in waves
Can’t bounce on a beat, that’s Austin’s way
But I’m still here trynna boss up my wage
Need payment bitches I don’t rap for fun
Future bright like a catholic nun
Fragrance on me when I spilt the rum
Flagrant with it, we just hit it and run
[Hook]
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9. |
Chain
03:42
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[Verse 1: Chris Wright]
My chain doesn't last long in the south
Yeah, that's why they just keep they ice in they mouth
Yeah, flow too cold see my breath coming out
All these lil boys rapping like they still got clout
But, I came stole it in the night like I just went out for a little bit, aye aye
Might just give a man doubts like I'm wearing all green, said riddle this, aye aye
My fans pull up on yours and it's looking like prom night's middle kid, aye aye
Fight for the gold on my chain like I done just boxed some Olympics shit, aye aye
[Hook: Chris Wright]
You can take my chain, just don't take my life
Ain't nothing gon change if I just recite, all I'm saying
You can take my chain, just don't take my life
Trynna get this fame 'fore I miss my ride, that's all I'm saying
[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
Ain't no weak links in my chain, I'm like a jewel draped M.C. Escher
Found the benefit of gold but don't bend to pressure
Never fed up when I'm broke, always empty vendors
Pulled up in a nuclear vessel, with some daisy chained icebergs like brr
Fashion a board out of precious metals, on the rainy days I surf I'm burnt
From the glow that radiates off this bitch
Ball out with this chain like I'm sure I'll starve
Walked 'round that large maze, minotaur and all
Fall out from the 52 bombs we dropped right on 'em
I threw that fresh albatross off deck, got a new chain
It's an ossified ouroboros on this new thang
With the butane torch that I'm using, burn cream like a brûlée need a fuel tank, boom bang
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Atwood]
All I'm saying bring the alizé in
Celebrating like thank God we made it
One day.. wu-wu-one | it's gon happen one day
Runways, just for us we be off the PJ
These days, looking good you can find me cheesing
Green Bay, I be packing up
My chain is tucked
I grab my stuff
And don't front yall be acting up
They jack our stuff
But they aint us!
I dont really got no time for shitty biters, bye bye bitches i needa get it and go!
Diamonds with me keep my guys all litty we be shining silly like some glitter and gold!
I'm gon glisten like the lights in cities all the signs I'm seeing make me think we gon blow
Wobble wobble chain so cold it's a problem so keep yo hands off it you know it hang low! Yeah
[Hook]
[Outro: Tocci, Ryce, & Atwood]
Gold on my neck
Gold on my neck
(Like I got medallions)
Gold on my bitch
Gold on my bitch
(She just want some ice yeah)
Keep it Dalai Lama
Keep my peace on
(You don't want no problems)
Rockin fake gold
We don't need dat
(I got all I wanted)
Gold on my neck
Gold on my neck...
(Gold gold)
Gold on my neck
Gold on my neck...
(Gold gold)
Gold on my neck
Gold on my neck...
(Gold gold)
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