Hey You Guys (Edward Carr 1 feat. Mellow Robinson)

My account balance 12 dollars

I should get a new job but I'd rather spill my knowledge 

Over hot beats like some sauce from ya mamas 

Carr got the hardcore like a body builder

And I got it the shaman flow over drum foundation pillar 

And my rhymes they holding weight like the baby in 'we're the millers' 

You go turn the page and I'll continue turning tillers

In the dirt I find the salt of the earth really

On the topic I'm hardest fossil you could find in crates

Sell it for a dime today

I really gotta find a way

Since I'll probably do this music till my dying day

I really wanna get paid 

That'd be peng but I'm dreaming so just listen to the lyrics instead

Hear them in your head hear me screaming from my desk

I heard you say you're tired of the same nonsense

But you don't look over here, I'm the outsider option

If I think you'll really listen I'm out my Bologna 

But im still screaming

Hey you guys

Listen to my rhymes ay 

Ay you guys listen to my rhymes ay

Beat so dope I had to make 2 songs for it

Floor it with the petals to the metaphors brought nuances and the sauces 

that is too much lasagna noodles for the simpletons a little discipline you can get with this

Major combination codes

Lying on the teeth like an honest person Knows 

can a soundcloud rapper stray the nation from abomination road?

All this and more at 10 lots of info shit that you should know 

How I wanna wander away

How I got a lot of wordplay

How the songs have taught learning

All I got from mistakes 

How I kinda hate the radio

How I got no checks that payable 

How I'm broke ain't no parable 

Either careless or terrible 

I'm biased, but I think I'm relatable 

Got a line I can bring to the table uh

I'll sample your song and won't pay you for it

Tell them to listen and they ignore me

So I gotten me the Facebook door key

I gave my soul to Satan for it

Now impatient waiting for it

Hoping it don't take more years 

So I figure I'd reach more ears

If I go out on the corner screaming

Balance (Flower Mao feat. Mellow Robinson)

Uh.. I'm tryna find a balance 

All I want is music but I gotta fucked up finance 

And I've no money but I be bumping bobble head 

Up in my room for hours scour the Internet

For a sample of instruments I can use for beats 

Make it dope but I need weed I call the pusher man 

I Need a nug or two but I ain't buggin need a piece 

Smoking on the Kush again

Ahhgh 

I'm tryna find a balance 

Finding time for music truly proves to be a challenge 

And I want to be on-ly making bopping tunes

But Uh paying the bills is never opportune 

Catch me in 8 dollar shoes burning expensive cigarettes and saying that my feet are hurting

You'd think of me differently if we met in person 

Might seem audacious in my spitting but reality I'm nervous 

I'm worried that I won't find a balance

It's sounding

Like I've given up the fight and gone down wind

But really I'm just tryna find a balance  

Uh

I only work for nourishment and rapping is my passion

Uh

My life a normal life but my songs a glimpse of madness

Dashing is the mirage of after a wave half of my days making collages 

Tryna make the words on them honest, honest, I've been tryin hard to publish all this

I'm tired of this

I need a music pusherman so I can work my fucking day job till I get a break from the cyanide

By and by I'm a silent guy

I got millions of megabytes of music that you would prolly like

But instead I'm working 9-5 just for a little change that I can survive 

I'm worried that I won't find a balance

It's sounding

Like I've given up the fight and gone down wind

But really I'm just tryna find a balance

Man.. Who's got time for balance?

Personally I think the calendar is full of malice

And the clock on the wall is ticking for its own enjoyment 

Taunting our futile lives with repetitive noises

8 hours sleep that's a third of my day

8 hours after that just working away

Eat shit shower that's another hour now I've seven for several debts and wanna bump a beat loud

 I'm just tryna find a balance 

Too much time is spent worrying about my finance 

I want a vacation to get my songs to a science

I wanna make more noise, too often I am silent

I just wanna be honesty with the bumping tunes

I gotta make lyrics that will be touching you

Gotta get on stage, check one two

Gotta stop being nervous and not fret so much

I'm worried that I won't find a balance

Never go down wind

tryna find a balance