albatross

1 week ago by @timethier

albatross

timethier

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Liner Notes

I have a bad habit of letting my brain control the speed of my writing, and then back myself into a corner. I did that here on this track, so there are a couple issues here and there (mix too) but I don't have it in me to try and perfect the vocals right now - I think it's FAWM-ready.

#hiphop #indierap #weirdagain #somanywords

Lyrics

he did it all for the glory
never gave a shit 'til forty
dispute that fact and he can't clap back
ain't true just good for the story
did it with the right intentions
but ignored every good suggestion
foot to the floor
straight to eleven
don't approach this shit with any apprehension

my wall's are high and my temper's short
my bank accounts are on life support
I'd like to plead the fifth
it won't please the court
I'd like to bleed the rich
if it'll feed the poor
my senses tingling
my vibe is off
my body's failing
my brain is lost
if you could bring them on
then you could call them off
you're on that "have my way"
you're on that albatross
I'm on that "raise your vibes"
I'm on that "it's your loss"
it's just a weak excuse
it's just a word exhaust
with the fires contained we're gonna mosey on
don't want to see whats next
don't want to stay too long
don't want to watch the fall and see the great decline
we all knew the risk
we all saw the signs
you can get some but only after mine
there's no coincidences this is by design

he did it for the glory
never gave a shit 'til forty
dispute that fact and he can't clap back
ain't true just good for the story
did it with the right intentions
but ignored every good suggestion
foot to the floor
straight to eleven
don't approach this bitch with any apprehension

if you dig in the crates you might find some gold
Funcrusher or De La Soul
36 or Lucy Ford
Madvillainy, Skelethon, Float
if your Aesop Rock's then it's a rockin' goat
and if your subject is murder then it's all she wrote
I'm like a baseball bat
I'm like an unpaved road
I'm fuckin' "come on in"
I'm fuckin "sorry we're closed"
I'm like an old hard drive
and I can barely spin
I never cared enough
I never wanted to win
It's like a winning number you can't see is off
a delicious cocktail with a molotov
long nights of gin bring hard fights to win
the bright lights again
the high price within
you're all "sink or swim"
I'm all "come on in"
you're all "watch your back"
I'm all "come again?"

he did it for the glory
never gave a shit 'til forty
dispute that fact and he can't clap back
ain't true just good for the story
did it with the right intentions
but ignored every good suggestion
foot to the floor
straight to eleven
don't approach this bitch with any apprehension
he did it for the glory
never gave a shit 'til forty
dispute that fact and he can't clap back
ain't true just good for the story
did it with the right intentions
but ignored every good suggestion
foot to the floor
straight to eleven
don't approach this bitch with any apprehension

I got a lot of old friends but we don't talk much
most of it just life and such
feeling soft when times get rough
but then I brushed it off because I like it tough
I got a chipped shoulder
I got dry lips
I like strong coffee
I like bong rips
I got a laptop
I got a bass guitar
I got a small house with a paid off car
I got a turntable with a microphone
I got a drum beat that'll fuckin' shake the room
we got "calm down"
we got "your parents said"
we got "listen here"
we went straight to bed
and my senses tingling
and my vibe is off
body's failing
my brain is lost
if you could bring them on
then you can call them off
you're on that "have my way"
you're on that albatross

he did it for the glory
never gave a shit 'til forty
dispute that fact and he can't clap back
ain't true just good for the story
did it with the right intentions
but ignored every good suggestion
foot to the floor
straight to eleven
don't approach this bitch with any apprehension

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