Released on January 1, 2018

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[Hook]

Gramps is on something

Don’t take this for granted


[Verse 1]

This is just life

Reading and writing

Tied to your ancestral land’s dance

Made a plan back when

Come around again

The sea plays stones like violins

Just like the cello in the hood plays [?]

Ah yeah, just like my mellow

And the protagonist got stolen

Rearrange your breathing like, sure enough

Can’t vote but got a weed card

From Toys R Us


[Hook]

Gramps is on something

Don’t take this for granted

Gramps is on something

Don’t take this for granted


[Verse 2]

The thefts are becoming bolder

Feel alone even though I stand on your shoulders

Zero laugh is a plan post-revolver

Can’t make heads or tails of this geezer’s character

Full English coffee dismissing my plan like playing cards

We need a time machine to hit the one yards

We need a rhyme machine to go with this caviar

We need streaming and credit cards

We have thoughts you can disregard

As stationary as a rusted car

Flowers sproutin’ up through the floor

Baby’s breath pushing up through the door

You won’t soon call rot blood clot

What for, what for, what for?

But oranges and Kool-Aid anticoagulates

78 pages of nothing but fine print

18 year old bump rages of molly, Christ and absinthe

This is best viewed through a covered lens

The rest is skewed and sleepless with the bends

This is the horror you shake

This is the frame, it breaks

The frequency works to re-establish

Like a mirage your fourth-grade bully appears

Ready to commit violence

Just like that, you are just that small again

Just like that you drop your pen

You want an Uber or a trip to Atlantis

You wanna judo flip your shit for higher victim status

Out here on the savannah these niggas just cashing in

We been out here, we stays out here

This is our shit, we the slide doors

We live this shit, we are Alaska motherfucker

The streets are filled with what’s left

After the feeling’s been pulled


[Outro]

The streets is empty

Jacked by the curfew

Lives aplenty, but still holds echoes of our feelings

As clear as a lifeboat

As clear as a lifeboat

The streets is empty

Jacked by the curfew

But still holds echoes of our feelings

As clear as a lifeboat

As clear as a lifeboat

As clear as a lifeboat

As clear as a lifeboat

As clear as a lifeboat

As clear as a lifeboat