Nighter Lyrics

Coffee on the outbreak eebra on the pull an all

Nighter on the no z's grow feet and push him off he's diver on the free fall eat shit and luminal with baccy from the RJ scar me and ruin all

 It's complex

Indexed in the compendium is all the useless stress the kept me wake check

I'm heck and perplexed I'm destined for death so my bed is a waste haste extra days 

How you gonna give me all a nighter on the weekly all I want's direct deposit all I want is healthy wallet all I want is lunch break all I want is watcha call it all I need is fun days all I need humble honest 

 But it's okay I be whipping fruit olé 

'Tato 'mato pork filet I would be ya dork today

But I absorb and tetra nabinol away and snort gourmet I can get a battle in your game and mate I force a play

I'm not a supporter of gossip

I could care less of Yolanda said blahblah 

I could care less if a customer calls corporate

I could give shits bout ya drugs in the parking lot 

 I'm not a supporter of violence 

But Still I'd be filming if I saw a riot 

I constantly hope that a cop hits a pipe head 

And I'm ready to strike when the stores getting quiet 

I'm a supporter of smoke breaks

I'm sure that the cameras be watching me closely

Side of the building I toke with the homie

Somebody want buy something I tell them to blow me

I'm a supporter of slow nights

Except when the coppersbe curling they nose like

I be a stoner I mean I am but I know I'm

Safe behind the counter my bro I got no pipes

And hobos be like yo you got a light?

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

white horus: culture hunter

Lyrics

Culture Hunter

Sample of Amy kinda ruined the beat 
Diggin the bees knees easy pull it to pieces 
and it ain't no new thing why do I still do this? 
why am I still wanting to reduce and pollute this when I am in love with it 
we despise insincerity 
Am I a picture of America? barely
A piece of white america certainly I'm a worthless appropriator on the surface good intentioned but below I don't know
Is this a low blow?
Is this the go home?
They might call me trash
As a matter of fact
A battering ram for the chattering sheeple and damned I'd say they have to understand but that's my mirror talk 
But the fear can craft an ego bias try this mind game pass the time so I'm prolly last in line the trash in rhyme
With flaccid lines I'm asinine But that might be anxiety talking inside my mind
Or it might be likely fact of life after 9
I'm mad of mind I pack a pipe to pass the time
I owe every damned line to some great black mastermind
I owe them much, Gil for the drums but the sample of Amy kinda ruined the beat
Diggin the bees knees but bee gees pulled it to pieces 
and it ain't no new thing why do I still do this 
why am I still wanting to reduce and pollute this when I am in love with it 

White Horus

Chinese chicken 
Japanese Tanuki on my shirt
Smoking Turkish cigarettes and Afghan Kush till my eyes hurt
Drink Kahlua Tequila Svedka Jarritos and Bob Marley's mellow mood
I know some people who do yoga
Some people that do martial arts
Some people that listen to Eminem, Post Malone Izzy and Macklemore
I listen to Aesop Rock
I listen to Bob Dylan
I used to like Elvis,The Beatles, Led Zeppelin
Tryna find replacements for my old favorites
But they so underground it's hard to find a playlist
Who inspired Aesop? 
Who inspired 21 pilots?
Who inspired Dire Straits Led Zep Bob Dylan Beatles The Who, who? Doors The Dead Rush Sinatra Eminem Elvis System of a Down? Who inspired them??
The greats were hardly that it's turning out
Look for a great the great got great off of 
The king of a genre they'll tell us
They couldn't cream for Chuck Berry so they made Elvis
It's some bullshit some people been smelling
We been stuffing our noses with our poorly imitated dreads and white stumble rap flow 
we can't make it the same although the biased masses say it's better than the grassroots, the public says so
It's really embarrassing if you know the way it aught to go
I'm ashamed to be a part of it on some minuscule level Idiot

Samples:

Gil Scott-Heron - I Think I'll Call It Morning
Amy Winehouse - I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know
Peter Willshire - Eye Of Horus (Déjà Vu)

1st World Problems

0.6 Lyrics

I'm broke as fuck, but still got more than some other people

I'm broke as fuck, but still got more than some other people

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things

And go out to eat like we ain't got a microwave

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things

And can't help others cuz we got them lights the pay 

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

And we're off to the slums to build a multi million dollar stadium on top of poor people's places of residence sentiments to the denizens but our entertainment is more important than your survival it's in the bible, or something, Christian nation remember a nation under God since '54 forget the poor and Jesus' words I mean

Why we ain't helping the homeless

Why are there still poor people

America is our golden home plate

Forget the rags on 3rd base

Cuz we're broke as fuck 

(but you still got more than some other people)

Yeah, but We're still broke as fuck

(I mean still a lot more than some other people)

Well We're more broke than some other people 

(yeah but still got more than some other people)

....

(Got so much more than some other people)

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things

And waste our cheese like we can't cut the mold away

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things

And gotta spend our pay before its pulled away

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

And we're off to exhibit B it's a busy busy bee pollinating the plants we eat

But lately the population is in decrease 

And 40% of the food used in the USA

Is thrown away somewhere down the consumer lane

It's a shame we come to this opulence the opposite of what it aughta be

Obviously we got no common sense 

Somebody somewhere can't get water to wet their throat

And over here Im complaining that I'm fucking broke

It's pretty stupid considering I got a lot more than other people 

I'm not really broke

I'm not really broke all at, I got enough

I got no money cuz I buy the nicest things

And go out to eat like I ain't got a microwave

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

I got no money cuz I buy the nicest things

And can't help others cuz I got them lights the pay 

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

0.4 Lyrics

Back in the day when everything would go good

 I might be able to swing even with no push 

In those days I, I suppose should,

Have felt so good so good

But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues

So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good

I don't know why the fuck I be complaining man

I got everything I need and live a decent life

No matter what I got sometimes I'm feeling different man

Wake up, wanna dream forever, Peter Pan

My girl like.. Santa got my letters

Said he can do it and he'll do me one better

She holds me when my dopamine is in the zone of Irish setter

She knows I'm insecure and so she tied the tether 

And I'm just tryna keep it together

So many people all depend on me tomorrow 

My job pays good and I'm off on the weekends

I still fear the dive board, lost in the deep end

Chilling in a shed behind my house that's made of plywood

A stray cat walks in, sees my lap and climbs aboard

His broken tail somehow reminds my of my childhood

When I was young and really felt that times were good

Uh

When everything would go good

 I might be able to swing even with no push 

In those days I, I suppose should,

Have felt so good so good

But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues

So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good

And I know that others have it worse

I'm sorry that I Bitch so much

The leaves are falling quickly In my head

I've got an illness that draws me to my bed

And draws me in a light untrue to self I see myself as lose I'm blue and there's nothing I can do but recognize that it's not true and know it will get better and it has, however slowly, as a snail I'm fond of comparing myself to 

I was there when hell froze 

I'll be here when you let go

Never that

Down battlefeild in a Buick bumping blu and homeboy sand

I do love my modern music.. Back then I was bumping the church hymns 

When everything would go good

 I might be able to swing even with no push 

In those days I, I suppose should,

Have felt so good so good

But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues

So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good

Silver Apples Lyrics

Mellow rob

Does his job

I don't think I'm the only one that hates working

You might not with great job or fake person

Either way you pay fines and make purchase

And you gotta make time for acquaintances 

And you gotta make jive with insanity

And you gotta wear styles from anatomy 

You gotta break barriers or inadequate 

You gotta make appearance when they ask where Adam at 

You gotta keep the peace in cohabitation habitats

Even though they little shits like a ratata

And they crawling everywhere like a ratata 

You want a little peace and quiet they ain't having that

You had better scrub persona with a Brillo pad

Every day I show up to work and I'm a different Adam

Feeling with these feuds I do's the dues of a diplomat

Coworkers do work worthless and it's like fix it adam

Mellow rob

Although he is grudging he will nonetheless insist on 

Doin his job

Getting shits and giggles when he don't wanna be pissed off

Tell them it's delicious 

   Why you take me aside?

I see that you're different

   My, I have a mind?

Actually you're killing it

   Fine, can I resign?

Who gon pay your silhouette?

   I'm in for the life 

Why should anyone try

Washing out the mind 

Watching what they vibe

When all are gonna die?

Why should anyone die

All with heavy eyes

Fall to their demise

With less than you surmise?

Askin myself why

I should labor like

Pack of 8 or 9

Snow dog in the night

As for my demise

I'll admit I might 

Might not hardly mind

I'll miss you and rhymes 

Mellow rob

Although he is grudging he will nonetheless insist on 

Doin his job

Getting shits and giggles when he don't wanna be pissed off

Mellow rob

Although he is willing he will put up a resistance  

Doin his job

Fuck the shits and giggles in the end I end up pissed off

I be on the sinsemilla

Coming home all killed a keeled over 

And this feeling quite familiar 

I still find time to sample stuff

Like this beat I jacked it pretty much

I don't care, I'm not making any money 

That's my girl, her knowledge cool as fuck 

And a bonus, she got a pretty butt

I'm off subject, but the subject is obsessed with success but none less than procrastination is in the brain and taken crazy portions from my broadcast

Who asked where the dow's at?

I can't be the only one that hates working 

maybe with a good job, and pay perfect 

Either way I pay fines and make purchase

And I gotta make time for acquaintances

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