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released 03 March 2015

All songs written, produced, performed & recorded by ECID
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway (Minneapolis, MN)
Mastered by Daddy Kev (Los Angeles, CA)

additional production on # 1, 2, 3, 09, 12, & 13 by Keith Goya
additional production on # 3 & 14 by Caeser
additional production on #8 by Elliot Kozel
guitar on # 1, 2, 3, 9 & 14 by Jason “Phingaz” Brown

BONUS Tracks "H A Z E Y" & "New Life ft. Louis Logic" included in LP & CD formats

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At first glance most would think a skinny, blue-eyed hipster looking dude in a flannel with obnoxious Nike’s to match, would be in a post-electro indie-band. But this is the 90’s for the third time and one of rap’s most exciting new voices, ECID, is not your average newsstand heartthrob. ... more

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Track Name: Counterfeit Dreams
Yeah, I'm an outsider with inside information
Instigating insiders with self detonating doomsday statements
No faith in, predestined product placement
Im the air Jordan of driving with my eyes closed during high speed chases
I got multiple revenue streams like a post-sex piss
These fuckers are road bikes on the railroad, flat broke and impossible to fix
There's no shame in selling that ass on craig’s list baby, own it
I'm the Larry Bird of shooting myself in the foot with my own dick

***HOOK***
Fuck it all We done it all without a million dollars
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar
I don’t wanna be rich I just wanna walk on water
I talk the talk with the best of em but don’t walk the walk cuz I run shit

Creepin on a come up with or without Flesh N Bone
My neighbors hot box the stairway so every day's a stepping stone
Check to check, ounce to ounce, never settle to sell my soul for a dead end loan
I'm the Rocky Balboa of racing grocery carts in heavy snow
Sending the sweetest of nothings with all the dirty words spelled wrong
Shout out to all the beautiful couches and cleavage I fell for and fell on
I never fell off, I just fell hard, cuz I fall fast when all bets off
I'm the OG Kush of rappers getting cloned and still slept on

***HOOK***
Fuck it all We done it all without a million dollars
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar
I don’t wanna be rich I just wanna walk on water
I talk the talk with the best of em but don’t walk the walk cuz I run shit

If I ever win the lottery I'll probably destroy the winnings
Just to avoid the fake friends asking me to fund their 15 minutes
BUT FIRST I'd get a life supply of Chinese food and chicken mc'riblits
I'm the offshore bank account of post euphoric guilt trippin
I'm the Tony Montana of bad Spanish accents
I'm the Steve Zissou of doggy paddling through traffic
You're the mass text of hipster scum I try to ignore
Cuz I’m the Pabst blue ribbon of low standards with high rewards
The social circle jerk makes me wanna puke on YOU and eat the chunks
I'd rather be buried alive in quick sand with nothing but my tongue to dig me up
I go to parties and get drunk with the people I came with
I'm the Wilt Chamberlin of being on a first date and proposing to the waitress
If this rap shit don't work I'll be the Netflix of dispensaries
The yoga guru smart enough to put a studio next to a dispensary
I'm the glass breaking slam dunk, using distractions to steal the game
I’m just Jason Ecid representin for people that feel the same

***HOOK***
Fuck it all We done it all without a million dollars
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar
I don’t wanna be rich I just wanna walk on water
I talk the talk with the best of em but don’t walk the walk cuz I run shit (x2)
Track Name: Never Been To France
(Intro)
Never been to Amsterdam
Never been to France
But I've been to Denny’s
with a hand down your pants
Never been to New York
Never been to New Jersey
But I've been pulled over
Hand up your skirt riding dirty (x2)

(Verse 1)
When I was still sagging pants Before fat kids wore skinny jeans
She taught me how to use my middle finger with anonymity and nicotine
Drinking Hennessy and Alize pretending her living room was a limousine
Got so stoned we'd call the cops on ourselves and elope through the chiminea
Tattooing each other with our bodily fluid until our bodies stuck together
Smoking blunts in the rain with no regard for the weather
She would stash whatever I needed to stash, no questioned asked
Never even pinched a sack and all she wanted was a slap on the ass
We never talked about the future cuz we didn't believe it even existed
Got addicted to living like dying young was better living
Co dependent With an open ended finish
with no bigger picture vision We turned young love vintage

(Hook)
Cross my heart and hope to dye my hair the color of this city
Promise if I leave I’m not gonna leave without YOU with me (x2)

(Bridge)
Never been to Pakistan
Never been to Idaho
But I've been to boca chica
With your booty on my throat
Never been to New England
Never been to New Brunswick
But I've been pulled over
Hand up your skirt exposed in public (x2)

(Verse 2)
When I was still reading Victoria's secrets before I became an exhibitionist
She taught me how to wear my skin and flirted with all our little differences
We started a revolution in the nude on a sprinkler system pilgrimage
Dancing to the rhythm of bitches barking like we stole bones and left witnesses
We spent a summer on a mattress in an empty uptown apartment
Evicted and kicked to the curb in the fall right back to where we started
Looping the best parts of our private parts through the reflections in our pupils
Thinking there was no way we could ever be lost we invented Google
She sucked my dick like I had the dick of a millionaire in training
I treated her like a prick with a little prick like we weren't amazing
It was the shit til she burned my shit and locked me down in the basement
And that was it ran away and split to this day she's still my favorite

(Hook)
Cross my heart and hope to dye my hair the color of this city
Promise if I leave I’m not gonna leave without YOU with me (x2)
I'm not gonna leave without you with me!
I'm not gonna leave without you with me!
Cross my heart and hope to dye my hair the color of this city
Promise if I leave I’m not gonna leave without YOU with me
Track Name: Running From Cops
The company I keep is my own company
I get no comfort in a crowd of sheep shadowing my dungarees
I'd walk through your shoes but they're too damn ug-a-lee
Listen to my Skunk Dunks clack clack so love-a-lee
I've been in more cop cars than BMW'S
And I could drink more Jameson than each and every one of you
Yup YOU, nothin new, believe me I’m one you
Forever rooting for the underdog like we will never lose
I don’t drink to get drunk I drink to get carried to the cab
And wake up married to a scary brat
with a hairy back Dedicated to her various cats
Hopefully we last so I can inherit her parents charity stash
I'm not a catholic, I’m a capitalist With a bachelors in parlor tricks
Don't look at me they started it
I can defend myself until I’m stuck in a hospital
Fuck a public pretender guilty til proven profitable

***HOOK***
We run from cops for nostalgia sake
No care in the world or a dollar in the bank
We'll never grow up because we were never raised
Hear me out your honor! Hey! Here me out your honor! Hey! (X2)

Suck my Richard and get your own boner bitches
I’m smoking a bowl a white castle lobby til I pass out cold with a slider in my mittens
I decided I’m indifferent picking sides like there's a difference
Dumpster diving to survive a ride or die existence
Whatever it is Im with it, as long as its incriminating
Shout out to the girl with a pretty mouth I inseminated
In the name of population control and oral fixation
Any unwanted problem can be swallowed and disintegrated
Forever stuck in the shape of a bratty teenager
Sneaking in 40's of hams at crappy theaters
When they said jump I said "fuck off" and two stepped in wet cement
Showering in bird shits my only regret
I went to Mexico to make a U-turn once
Thought for sure we were getting locked up for 2 years plus
I can defend myself until I can’t cuss back
Fuck a public defender guilty til proven a dumb ass

***HOOK***
We run from cops for nostalgia sake
No care in the world or a dollar in the bank
We'll never grow up because we were never raised
Hear me out your honor! Hey! Here me out your honor! Hey! (X2)
Track Name: Watch It Burn ft. Vonnie Kyle
(verse 1: the son)
I've ran through every scenario I could dream up in my present tense
Told myself over and over you must be working for the president
I like pretending your a successful pseudo Nero surgeon
Working for the CIA and there's just no way you can be a normal person
Didn't you love Mom? didn't you love me? You never hugged me.
Was I funny looking? Cuz All my friends fathers love them even though their ugly
I know your really really busy though, probably building a city of gold
I pretend I'm you in all my silly videos. At least me and mom are really close
I know I'm just the result of a mistake you made in your moment of truth
Every time I buy a bag I wonder if I'm Buying it from you.
Hoping one day we can finally be a family, dad
I mean can I call you dad or would you prefer Bro, dog, dude?

(Hook)
“Ooo Cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
Ooo Cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
Ooo Cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ah ah on that day”

(verse 2: the father)
I've written so many letters but they all self destructed
The only thing I'm any good at is being totally self destructive
The day you where born I hated the thought of raising a son
I was Afraid of your face and still am to this day? I hate what my fates become
Been on the run for 20 some summers. I'll never pay child support.
can't afford the repercussions And the constant need to be a productive so I hide up north
I deleted any acknowledgement that you even have a heart beat
My heart beat is Dracula. If you end up like me. I'm deeply sorry
Feel free to use ME as a scapegoat until your caught crying wolf
I'm stuck in a "shit outta luck" time warp addicted to my own defiant bull
Shit. If we're defined by rules then i guess I'm simply broken
A lonesome man with no plan but to rot alone devoted to floating hopeless

(Hook)
“Ooo Cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
Ooo Cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
Ooo Cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ah ah on that day”

(verse 3: the mother)
The day you where born your father imagined it was more important
for you to have a magic piggy bank instead of a father to play catch with
So he Looted a local pawn shop and a credit union
Didn't leave a note, just a trail of cash for a family reunion that would never happen
Your whole life I've been waiting for a call or some kind of apology but never got it.
I turned him in but they never caught him. So we forgot him
I buried half the money in a safe place for the day you became an adult
Happy birthday son, I want you to know none of this is your fault
Grab a coffee can and a book of matches
So we can sit here, together and watch this money burn down to ashes
Seal it and keep it close to remind you that you can't miss something you never had and never needed. You where free'd not abandoned. No more secrets. We adapted

(Hook)
“Ooo Cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
Ooo Cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
Ooo Cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ah ah on that day”
Track Name: SIGN ME UP
Sign me up when the last drop of oil gets pumped in the air
And were forced to buy flying Nike's or grow a fucking pair
Sign me up when they make Back 2 the Future Part 4
Starring a cast of 80's babies that haven’t seen part 1 before
Sign my up when the super bowl gets replaced by super models
I like sports but who doesn’t like super models
Sign me up when chuck u gets paid a million per painting
And art is judged on marketability and social media ratings
Sign me up when Dre and Snoop are on the hundred dollar bill
And we can all smoke an ounce to this on capitol hill
Sign me up when POS is bigger than Kanye West
And the world finally admits Minneapolis rappers are kinda the best
Sign me when they’re more interested in fixing "our" problems
Instead of sitting back and collecting interest off our collective problems
Sign me up when they finally admit its all a practical joke
And we're all out of work comedians too busy to laugh at our own jokes


(HOOK)
Til then I ain't signing nothin I ain't signing nothing
Til then I ain't signing shit
Nada, nada.....
…..til then we ain't shit shit

Sign me up when french fries are found to cure the common cancer
And were all dumb enough to believe it must be the answer
Sign me up when god is on a permanent leave of absence
And can all find nirvana in a bottle of absinthe
Sign me up when taco bell invents a ramen noodle taco
And getting a parking ticket feels like winning the lotto
Sign me up when I don’t need a TV to watch the static flash
Its just a telepathic blast to our tragic pasts
Sign me up when they start giving Oscars to indie-movies
And reality TV stars spend eternity in jury duty
Sign me up when all the nukes get nuked and recycled into juice
And every vending machines a time machine to finding the truth
Sign me up all money goes to shit in a blur
And the federal reserve is just a toilet paper distributor
Sign me up when being 30 means you’re old enough to play pro b-ball
Even if you’re Irish and only 6-feet tall

(HOOK)
Til then I ain't signing nothin I ain't signing nothing
Til then I ain't signing shit
Nada, nada.....
....we ain’t signing nothing til you give us what we want
Track Name: V I N Y A S A F L O W
(Verse 1)
I'm about to find my Drishti
Get lost til savasana hits me
I'm a gangster, a hipster and a hippy
With a weakness for the whiskey
It ain't worth it if it ain’t threatening
Raps just Professional wrestling
I'm the sucker still paying for cable
carving empty hearts on picnic tables
I head bang when I meditate
Turn heads when I levitate
Sex, weed, & yoga every day
Do what i gotta for better pay
Gotta Contact high that I can’t escape
Pheromones taste like a can of mace
Every damn days a hand grenade
Pull the pin and have your cake
Coulda been a better crook, too honest
In love with monopoly money, Plutonic
Everything's better with set a, boobs on it
This song doesn’t need the "who's who" on it
Hating on my style When, You bit it
Pissed off about the way it is, but Who isn't it?
Everything I do got a lotta you in it
If you win I win, if I win it you win it

***HOOK***
Vinyasa flow got me feeling so unstoppable
Inhale tadasana, exhale golden goat
Vinyasa flow got me feeling so unstoppable
Inhale tadasana, exhale sour diesel

(Verse 2)
So in my zone I look possessed
I cant Own what I can’t confess
got a front row seat to see that ass
Upside down in a see through sun dress
Are we having fun yet?
I’m a dunk tank love pet
Poolside for the cum fest
but there too focused on the what’s next
My midwest accent to makes em’ swoon
Hubba hubba bubba baby boom
Speaking in sutras few consume
We might be fucked but far from Doomed
Boom chick-chick boom-boom
Please stop don’t kill the mood
We do this from noon til noon
Sleeps a thing that dead men do
Hitting home runs with my hormones
Stacking that Frozen digiorno
Slipping in and out of a portal
Feeling so fucking Immortal
My girls in my favorite porno
Sucks me dry before I can stand
conducting Business with the Doors closed
high off my own supply and demand

***HOOK***
Vinyasa flow got me feeling so unstoppable
Inhale tadasana, exhale blue dream
Vinyasa flow got me feeling so unstoppable
Inhale tadasana, exhale Conny Chung

(Verse 3)
Stuck in line at the bank dreaming up the perfect getaway
Brosnan or Connery its all the same at the treasur(ay)
Fuck a lint roller this dog hairs an accessor(ay)
I like to leave a trail just to piss off all my enem(ay)s
Cant wait til I get off the grid
No no no that's not my kid
That's the clone I made in 7th grade
when I was on some other shit
Now I’m on some other other shit
Up, up and ah fuck I cut my upper lip
Trying to do a headstand on the mother ship
Guess I'm just too parliament “funka-delicate”
I get my super human strength from Chinese take out
And anonymous make out sessions with spoiled princesses
That's why I’m so restless rebelling against the elements
Dope will always be relevant and This is your fucking evidence

***HOOK***
Vinyasa flow got me feeling so unstoppable
Inhale tadasana, exhale Tahitian Treat
Vinyasa flow got me feeling so unstoppable
Inhale tadasana, exhale OG Kush
Track Name: Fuck A Car We Teleport ft. Tickle Torture
(Hook)
Fuck a car we teleport
Fuck a car we teleport at 24 speeds
Fuck a car we teleport
Fuck a car we teleport at 24 speeds
Fuck a car we teleport
Fuck a car we teleport at 24 speeds
Fuck a car we teleport
Bianchi just endorsed me!
So what you got you caddy traffic sucks a lot of dick
I'm on the greenway getting what I gotta get
So what you got you caddy traffic sucks a lot of dick
I'm on the greenway getting what I gotta get
From Southside to Downtown Downtown to Northeast
Northeast to Downtown To uptown and back
I'm a one man posse Every songs a posse track
Can you believe Wu-Tang never called me back?
From Southside to Downtown Downtown to Northeast
Northeast to Downtown To uptown and back
I'm a one man posse Every songs a posse track
Can you believe Tom Cruise never called me back?

(Verse)
I keep a credit card in my spokes, unlimited street cred
The only presidents I vote for are completely dead
I got a dog so I can blame him when I pee the bed
My hearts a black hole so follow me to mislead the feds
We fit right in the middle with the nerdiest peckerwoods
And the most gangster motherfuckers in the neighborhood
Got my first tattoo with your moms teeth
Yeah, shes a terrorist but grows trees and has the bomb treats
Known to break a pickup truck in half with my handsomeness
Run me off road at your own risk unless a masochist
staring at every ass in yoga pants for them elaborate prints
The fine line between kissing ass and knowing who's ass to kiss
If I had money to burn I'd buy a dealership
Just to have batting practice on every car in the lot
It’s been a dream of mine since I got my first car
Guess I'd settle for throwing rocks at your new paint job

(Hook)
Fuck a car we teleport
Fuck a car we teleport at 24 speeds
Fuck a car we teleport
Fuck a car we teleport at 24 speeds
Fuck a car we teleport
Fuck a car we teleport at 24 speeds
Fuck a car we teleport
Schwinn just endorsed me!
So what you got you caddy traffic sucks a lot of dick
I'm on the greenway getting what I gotta get
So what you got you caddy traffic sucks a lot of dick
I'm on the greenway getting what I gotta get
From Southside to Downtown Downtown to Northeast
Northeast to Downtown To uptown and back
I'm a one man posse Every songs a posse track
Can you believe Wu-Tang never called me back?
From Southside to Downtown Downtown to Northeast
Northeast to Downtown To uptown and back
I'm a one man posse Every songs a posse track
Can you believe Eminem never called me back?
Track Name: I'm A Sucker ft. Ashley Gold
(Intro)
I’m throwing snowballs at cop cars
While doing the Marty Mcfly on your back bumper
I wish I could go back to juvie and make an adult movie With my PO
she was so nice what a bummer

(Verse 1)
There's no glory in post euphoria
Only the most glorified morning wood poking your cornea
Poor me, my charming life affords a cornucopia
Of vainglorious fornicating now raise a 40 up
Over dramatic like a lethal weapon saxophone
Everybody knows your name you're so Sam Malone
I dry heave charm with the screams of a car alarm
While getting my pubes permed in a burning barnyard
Ain't it cute? We should be friends til the end
And co-star in a commercial for the mentally scared
I started a hopeless romantics anonymous
So I could find a new chick to double my blocks populous
accommodating with a can of pop and a kiss
Expectations are low so every results an accomplishment
I've been a mess since middle school
Every since I saw my first nipple swimmin in the kiddie pool

(Hook)
I'm a sucker for a pretty face and a paycheck
Spending it all and I haven’t been paid yet
Making the big bucks!
I’m a part time pittie party and a full time mess (x2)

(Verse 2)
I started wearing skinnier and skinnier jeans
trying to be a spiffier me with a little hippy in between
smoking pot was the only thing we had in common
so I tried chiefing like a miniature fiend
Now I can’t trust a chick that can’t roll a joint with one hand
let alone one that plays drums in a dumb band
I went tanning! I went fucking tanning!
I can pitch a mean tent but I can do that without camping
I’ve been domesticated even though I hate it
seen all the piece of shit twilight movies so underrated
I found religion in denial
and comfort in having your parents on speed dial
metaphorically speaking I accepted testical dismemberment
and paid for his and hers gym memberships
all because I was under the influence
of the greatest girls I’d ever met until they ended it
(Hook)
Im a sucker for a pretty face and a paycheck
Spending it all and I haven’t been paid yet
Making the big bucks!
I’m a part time pittie party and a full time mess (x2)

(Outro)
I got a BIg heart
I got a BIG bark
I got BIG huh hm uhh hmm
Depending on the size of her hands (x2)
Track Name: Don't Wanna Know
(intro)
I would take a bullet for my favorite rapper
But I probably wouldn’t take a bullet for the president
No matter how dead he is or how many digits he represents
He will NEVER represent what I represent (x2)

(hook)
We don’t wanna know what’s going on
We don’t we don’t wanna know
We don’t wanna know
We don’t wanna know
We don’t wanna know oh oh
We don’t wanna know what’s going on
We don’t we don’t wanna know
What already know
We don’t wanna
We don’t wanna
We don’t wanna
We don’t wanna know

(verse 1)
Got a list of drugs that your daughters on
Some for the thrill and some for the brain
what’s the plan when the waters gone?
til’ then what’s another drop in the drain
Got a lump in your throat that ain’t goin’ away
NO WAY you can hear what the doctors say
what the plan when the oil’s gone?
Money Money Money til’ the war’s are waged
Got a trap door in a bottle of vodka
keep on runnin’ as long as ya want bruh
can’t say no goes against ya mantra
holdin’ the past like the future haunts ya
got a list of problems in a burning house
everything's working out perfect now
So many options ya can’t turn down
surrounded by a crowd of inverted frowns
I gotta stop watching documentaries
no matter what I do they keep depressing me
but I can’t stop watching lost in empathy
I think I’m addicted to negative energy
Gotta get drunk gotta get burnt
gotta get lost and I gotta get turnt
trying to relearn everything I’ve been taught
in distraction we trust til’ there’s nothing to watch
Nevermind this tracks too bouncy
let’s smoke every ounce in the county
fuck it the country
til’ we can’t function
get all the money
and spend it on dumb shit
Nevermind this tracks too bouncy
let’s smoke every ounce in the county
fuck it the country
til’ we can’t function
get all the money
and spend it on dumb shit


(hook)
We don’t wanna know what’s going on
We don’t we don’t wanna know
We don’t wanna know
We don’t wanna know
We don’t wanna know oh oh
We don’t wanna know what’s going on
We don’t we don’t wanna know
What already know
We don’t wanna
We don’t wanna
We don’t wanna
We don’t wanna know (x2)

Woke to a soundtrack of “pop pop” on my block last night
got flashbacks to that shotgun in my pant leg from a past life
I’ve never even shot a gun, luckily I never had to shoot back
I’m so afraid of holding a loading gun I’d probably shoot my face in half
We have a right to bear arms and break hearts but it doesn’t make us right
it’s not that black and white, we still fight over black and white like there ain’t enough green in our pipes
dream to be stars but get defined by the stripes and the price on our boxes
the only god we trust is the one signing our checks and collecting our profit
I could go on forever but then you would never get to dance to this
It’s hard to bite my tongue when kids are dying to perpetuate whatever status fits
we huff and puff beat each other up and beat our chests like we deserve a trophy
shit, more like a mass text of erectile dysfunction emoji’s
Your whole point is a hollow point- this ain’t 1776
I’ll stand my ground with a handshake and die with a heavy heart in my fist
I might of said too much and pissed you off but now we got something to do
I’d rather fight to make shit better than small talk about football and boobs

(hook)
We don’t wanna know what’s going on
We don’t we don’t wanna know
We don’t wanna know
We don’t wanna know
We don’t wanna know oh oh
We don’t wanna know what’s going on
We don’t we don’t wanna know
What already know
We don’t wanna
We don’t wanna
We don’t wanna
We don’t wanna know (x2)


(outro)
Nevermind this tracks too bouncy
let’s smoke every ounce in the county
fuck it the country
til’ we can’t function
get all the money
and spend it on dumb shit
Nevermind this tracks too bouncy
let’s smoke every ounce in the county
fuck it the country
til’ we can’t function
get all the money
and spend it on dumb shit
Track Name: H A Z E Y (BONUS)
I’m hiding until further notice
So I can focus on building an epic rope swing that swings to an ocean
I can see those emotions poking through clothing
get a floatation device and a dose of serotonin
I’ve been trying to find my peace but I can’t find my peace
Confined by my need to find some kind of release
I’d rather get busted forever fined by police
Than go a day without something to keep my mind at ease
This parties lame let’s go swimming in the bathroom sink
Bring your birthday suit and that empty drink
No cokeheads invited go find another mirror to crack
Scream “fuck you” all you want expect you will hear it back
I wanna black out and block out all the bull shit
I’m a participant but I’m not the culprit
Human experience shouldn’t need consultants
I wanna touch without documenting our pulses

(Hook)
Clothes on the floor smoke in the air
We’re going out tonight but we can’t remember where
We got high then we stripped we forget we exist
it’s all a haze but one day we’ll be trillionaires (x2)

(Bridge)
I don’t get high to ease my stress
I don’t get high to be my best
There’s no breathe I would ever regret
I get high to retrace my steps

Sitting in the moonlight listening to Lapalux
Pouring drinks for my drink like I haven’t had enough
Burning your lingerie in the fireplace and dancing in the dust
Skin that perfect should never be packaged up
We can run forever until karma catches us
drown our resources in a pool and try to add em up
I’ve backed into enough cars to know I don’t have much luck
So we shouldn’t push it but fuck it I wanna crash into us
I’m under cardiac arrest got a detective in my chest
If I’m dead throw a party and charge to my debts
chaduranga grunge match on the corner of your bed
Of course I let you win you have horns in your head
Afraid of public places when I’m strung out on your strain
Every inhale is savasana there’s nothing else to gain
So I’m hiding until further studies can prove I can hang with you
Call me Matthew Mccona-hazed and confused
(Hook)
Clothes on the floor smoke in the air
We’re going out tonight but we can’t remember where
We got high then we stripped we forget we exist
it’s all a haze but one day we’ll be trillionaires (x2)

(Outro)
Sex, weed and yoga keep me from blowing my brains out in the kitchen
while the rest of the world is still bitchin
Sex, weed and yoga keep me from blowing my brains out in the kitchen
while the rest of the world is still bitchin
Track Name: 3633
(Intro)
I feel like a million in cash
stashed in a duffle bag
Let’s runaway! It’s in my DNA
& If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this
dressed for the job I want NOT the job I quit
and I quit giving a shit a long time ago
Self destructive but it’s my style though
Pheromone heavy it’s my style ho
it’s my style ho
it’s my style ho
I feel like a million in cash
stashed in a duffle bag
Let’s runaway! It’s in my DNA
& If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this

(hook)
I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted (x2)

(verse 1)
At the end of the day it’s only against you
play how you wanna play til’ the game suspends you
I’m the piece of shit on the breakfast menu
chew me up and spit me out in a burning venue
I’m attracted to the concept of burning alive
barefoot in the pits of hell but I don’t wanna die
I wanna feel like how I’d feel if I could really fly
But I’ll settle for the bliss of a psilocybin high
Hi, wanna go for a ride on my coattails?
I’m the captain of sailboat with no sales
red carpet chemtrails and drive thru drone strikes
stealing the leading role in every movie ya don’t like

(pre-hook)
3633 33rd ave
sex, weed & yoga team that’s where we’re at!
this is our city, win or lose!
we’re not interested in fitting in with you

(hook)
I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted (x2)

(verse 2)
I never learned how to dance so I stand there and act
like I’m going down on the devils girlfriend
It’s last call on earth all we got is the dirt
and our dirty bodies to flirt with until the world ends
so what you gonna do? stock up on boxed food
and throw Molotov cocktails at cops too?
might as well raise hell instead of toddlers
believe your own bullshit and make it rain dollars
I wrote this verse to the rhythm of barking dogs
freaking out the locals in a wal-mart parking lot
mountain pose in my zone til security carts me off
suck my shit eating grin until the party stops

(pre-hook)
3633 33rd ave
sex, weed & yoga team that’s where we’re at!
this is our city, win or lose!
we’re not interested in fitting in with you

(hook)
I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted (x2)

(outro)
I feel like a million in cash
stashed in a duffle bag
Let’s runaway! It’s in my DNA
& If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this
dressed for the job I want NOT the job I quit
and I quit giving a shit a long time ago
Self destructive but it’s my style though
Pheromone heavy it’s my style ho
it’s my style ho
it’s my style ho
I feel like a million in cash
stashed in a duffle bag
Let’s runaway! It’s in my DNA
& If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this
Track Name: Number One On A Hit List
(verse 1)
I gotta stop speaking to you like you can speak back
but I’m convinced you speak 3rd party through street raps
I hear it in the hooks and the weed sack feedback
I hear ya howlin at the moon while the sirens scream back
I thought we were best friends til the e-e-end
turns out we were never really even frie-e-ends
Oh I get it now I’m just your A-T-e-e-M
and I’m this close to ringin your ne-e-eck

(hook)
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
so we could disappear from existence
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
so we could disappear from existence
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
and I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
and I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
Come on
come on
come on
come on now
Come on
come on
come on
come on now
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
and I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got money to make
money to burn money to make and money to burn

(verse 2)
I know you didn’t mean to break the iPad
I know you didn’t mean to knock over the mic stand
It’s okay you ate the whole plate of edibles
the puke on my face goes great with my schedule
you gambled all our savings on the mayflower kennel club
at least you didn’t run away to chase a pedal pub
I should be pissed you never even acknowledge me
but I know you’re totally indifferent to technology

(hook)
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
so we could disappear from existence
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
so we could disappear from existence
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
and I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
and I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
Come on
come on
come on
come on now
Come on
come on
come on
come on now
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
and I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got money to make
money to burn money to make and money to burn

(verse 3)
black jeans and a burner phone no minutes
wrong keys and a working poem I gotta finish
can’t get a word in without disturbing your business
running around in the cold like why the fuck can’t you just listen look I get it!
The food sucks and that squirrel was delicious
this isn’t an escape mission your chases bitches
but I’m tired. Can’t we just do this in our own kitchen?
I’m trying to fuck my girl and order general Tso’s chicken

(hook)
We all secretly wish
We all secretly wish
We all secretly wish we were number one on a hit list
so we could disappear from existence
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
and I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
and I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
Come on
come on
come on
come on now
Come on
come on
come on
come on now
I can’t chase you all night I got my new shoes on
and I’m scared of getting shot on some crazy ladies lawn
I can’t chase you all night I got money to make
money to burn money to make and money to burn
Track Name: Monopolized
(Hook)
I've been a little pre-occupied
Been meaning to keep up with keeping up
I've been a little monopolized
Been meaning to say I still believe in us (x2)

Feels like I robbed Fort Knox and forgot Im a fugitive
Moved in to a small town to keep safe from foolishness
No pot to piss in only pot fumes and pools of piss
Rumor is the reward is a zoo sized look at what you did
Shoulda seen it coming but we all got excuses
Shoulda called you up called you out and got through it
We made a traveling circus for selfish amusement
It self destructed just seconds after a few uses
Too busy to notice how big the elephant was
On a high horse perspectives just a delicate buzz
Shoulda checked my shit and said to hell with the grudge
Instead of checking out and rebeling just because
Who isn’t bored as fuck looking to ignore their stresses
Sometimes I wish I had a drug problem to invest in
At least denial gets you high enough to forget it
Long enough to get over the headache of day to day dependence

(Hook)
I've been a little pre-occupied
Been meaning to keep up with keeping up
I've been a little monopolized
Been meaning to say I still believe in us (x2)

I swear a jet is crashing in my mind and I’m handcuffed to a stuartist
I need a trampoline taxi, or Im food for fish
Build your own apocalypse and you can choose your fix
Theres something wrong when mom calls and you’re like "who is this"
Cant keep track of time were living by the notification
Phantom vibrations have made us socially anxious
Too stoned to invent our own languages
Cuz the weed is too good all we needs another bag of it
I like my life threatening epiphanies in mini skirts
So I could never hit a girl even if she hit me first
I lost my get out of jail free card jumping off the stone arch bridge
Some lucky schmuck got outta something he never did
When they catch me I’m ratting on my long lost twin
If they don’t I'll be damned the under dog caught a win
Mistake my arrogance for over-confidence
You know so much about me tell me more captain obvious

(Hook)
I've been a little pre-occupied
Been meaning to keep up with keeping up
I've been a little monopolized
Been meaning to say I still believe in us (x2)

(verse 3)
my attention span got nominated least likely to listen
I’m oblivious pick pocketing popular opinions
in between the cracks of my smile just livin
thinkin any second they’ll expose my lack of wisdom
I know when I’m at my best and do my best to know when I’m not
know when I’m not, know know when I’m not, NO
I know when I’m at my best and do my best to know when I’m not
know when I’m not, know know when I’m not, NO
I know when I’m at my best and do my best to know when I’m not
know when I’m not, know know when I’m not, NO
I know when I’m at my best and do my best to know when I’m not
know when I’m not, know know when I’m not, NO
Track Name: Pheromone Heavy (No Promises)
(verse 1)
to the distractions attracted since adolescence
to your passions collateral damages
to the damned if you do damned if you don’t end it
and the long lasting abandoned friendships
to the friends that are fuck up’s but ya love em anyway
cuz they’re gonna fuck it up no matter how much they change
to the smart mouth flippin’ small talk cuz talk is cheap
I’M DONE MAKING PROMISES I CAN’T KEEP
to the dick head that wouldn’t hire me
because I had goals beyond working as a cashier
to the idiot saying I’m not relevant
because I don’t sound just like last year
to anyone that lost there way and found there way back
and didn’t have to rub it in our face like take that
to the father I’ll probably never meet
I’M DONE MAKING PROMISES I CAN’T KEEP

(hook)
all I got is my word
all I got is my word
all I got is my word
and this little bag of herb (x4)

(verse 2)
to the moves I was too afraid to make
the nights I stole from tomorrow just to stay awake
to the presidents that died to provide work for printers
the politicians selling privacy to an intern
the sinners pretending to be charitable contributors
the brutal honesty that kicked my dick in the dirt
to the zig-zag we rolled into a ball to catch Z’s
I’M DONE MAKING PROMISES I CAN’T KEEP
to the girl that broke my heart before I could break hers
the restless settling for second best cuz it’s safer
to the mommas boy acting like a ladies man
the poets doing pop songs just to say we can
to the Jameson waiting to hit rock bottom
the chip off the old block still rotting in a condom
to the birthdays I couldn’t afford to turn a new leaf
I’M DONE MAKING PROMISES I CAN’T KEEP

(hook)
all I got is my word
all I got is my word
all I got is my word
and this little bag of herb (x4)
Track Name: Better Off
(Intro)
can you feel it in the air
can you feel it in the air
can you feel you feel it in your chest (x2)

(Hook)
I’ve been at the bottom
I’ve been at the top
I’ve been a leader
I’ve been an elitist thinking I was better off
Better as a whole
No better half
Cashing in my best
until all bet’s are off (x2)

(verse 1)
kicked out at seventeen, skipped out on everything
sipped rounds of Hennesy, big mouth felony
could of been the death of me, instead I found a better me
tongue kissing enemies, studying negative energy
started selling weed so you could rap on the job
Ten years later and your still rapping on the job
monkey on your back girlfriend begging you to stop
dug a really big hole so you couldn’t stop
got a lot of people in your corner
even if the corners only relative to the current intersection you’re cursing at
every solitary thought is drunk on burger fat
living too fast to digest and theres no turning back
we base our happiness on things we wanna buy
when we get to that place where our talent is monetized
the worst thing I ever did was make my mom cry
the best thing I did was wake up and apologize

(Hook)
I’ve been at the bottom
I’ve been at the top
I’ve been a leader
I’ve been an elitist thinking I was better off
Better as a whole
No better half
Cashing in my best
until all bet’s are off (x2)

(Bridge)
can you feel it in the air
can you feel it in the air
can you feel you feel it in your chest (x2)

(Verse 2)
surrounded by recklessness, I had to forget this shit
learn to accept a hit learn to accept a miss
and if the shoe can fit make an ambitious list
that fits YOU not HIM and YOU can take that risk
I used to think I only had one option
boxed in, selling my voice at silent auction
then bang, life forever changed in a yoga class
used to be so lost and now I think I’m never going back
proud to be a Longfellow resident
but still get espresso imported from Northeast
they sell us wars cuz the poor can’t afford peace
let alone a piece of the pizza the greedy won’t even eat
I smell like stale pot and white russians on purpose
a mission statement to bank statement burning in the name of worthless
The worst thing I ever did was almost give up and quit
the best thing I did was stop having a fuck to give

(Hook)
I’ve been at the bottom
I’ve been at the top
I’ve been a leader
I’ve been an elitist thinking I was better off
Better as a whole
No better half
Cashing in my best
until all bet’s are off (x2)

(Bridge)
can you feel it in the air
can you feel it in the air
can you feel you feel it in your chest (x2)
Track Name: New Life ft. Louis Logic (BONUS)
I buy organic but it dies in my lonely fridge
I’m the friend that curses even more around my homies kids
I look so young your neighbors think I’m dating your babysitter
talking so much shit I could fertilize a microwave dinner
I got more hidden messages than comcat got service fees
I’m a little overzealous when it comes to doing dirty deeds
DIY victim unemployment overworking me
I’ve been making death jealous by constantly flirting with sleep
I ride the beat like I’m eating a sheet of acid
during a high speed chase on a deserted highway
You ride the beat like a backseat driver
that’s never even driven out your parents driveway
I’m not an asshole I’m the token great guy
in love with like 1 I mean 5 girls at the same time
I say I’m fine but really my brains fried
Time to pack my bags lay low and say bye ba-ba-ba bye bye bye

(Hook)
Dear world I want a new life
A life where everything I do I do right
Dear world I want a new outlook
new accent and new found freedom to match it (x2)

My dogs say I’ve got a future in pet waste removal
The blogs say I’ve got some ass to kiss before I make the list
My songs say they’d sell better with a noodle doodle
The dance floor coke whores say I’m great at making playlists
Fuck it. I’m a give it a go as a full-time ghost
I’ll haunt your house for a paid vacation to Istanbul
I’m getting a 9 to 5 and buying a house on a hill
With a yard and garden to get all of my prescriptions filled
I’m moving to Portland to work at a snobby coffee shop
and be a professional couch surfer that only talks when the walkie talkies off
I’m gonna beat box on the vegas strip for aging hipsters
In exchange for a sugar momma with thick curves
I’m retiring early and trading everything for an RV
Furnished with a wardrobe of Hawaiian shirts and an Atari
Okay I’m gonna stick with it til I kick the bucket
But before I’m buried played spottie ottie dopalicious and sing along with the trumpet.


(Hook)
Dear world I want a new life
A life where everything I do I do right
Dear world I want a new outlook
new accent and new found freedom to match it (x2)