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sad boy entertainment
02:42
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sad like it's ozu movies, so cats ask
"curtis francis, how you flow so groovy, then act sad?"
i don't know, i just always had the logic and obsession
and of man i had the whole catalogue of confessions
it's not a reflection of if or not i followed the lessons
i learned a lot as i was hollowed out and swallowed by depression
now i steady stay in bedding like it's bed bugs
i just want a hug plus a bullet and the headrush
fire up my god damn tumblr, hit the follow, brah
and holler at the scholar of miserable melancholia
i'm more morose than all of you, deader than a mannequin
i stay depressed like canyons, kid
sad boy entertainment, real sad and real true
is the only shit the boy curtis bringing to you
cos i been through the shit you been into, and did too
and know it's you that gotta forgive you, okay baby?
young boy really paid dues and costs
i read sylvia plath, i sang salvia palth
i smoked the salvia plant, but homie, something was off
it just wasn't the same god damn dope in the sauce
now i'm back on the chronic like recursion
each pound an excursion, give my mouth an insertion, yum
what? i'm fucking bad liked spoiled fruit
bagged your bald dad in baghdad with some oil loot, and boiled roots
he cook yam, while i'm hooked on phonics and anagrams
so what was once a lion's pride is now a diaper full of lamb
i be pulling on the strands, curtis stoned like christ
spark fire till my soul on ice, like
addicted to the reefer, addicted to the sadness
addicted to the bitches and addicted to their badness
got the sad boy gene, so this whole shit's built in me
cioran know the troubles, being born is killing me
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coke & vyvanse
04:43
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addiction, it's a hell of a drug
playing pipe in the pale moonlight, the devil shows no love
i don't hold no funds, i just purchase the product
a version of privatization where it's murder for profit
i'm killing brain cells, taking Ls, taking out my own self
faking out myself on how i'm making out, it don't help
damn, i'm a mess, i'm a wreck, i don't even need to check
i either need to cash a cheque or hit the twelve steps
addiction, it's a hell of a drug
i learned skills from the best but i don't hold no grudge
i don't hold no funds, i just stockpile pills
i don't want to kill myself, i just want myself to feel
fuck, i need a sip of elixir, a little refresher
a mixture of coffee and liquor or beer or whatever
i'ma use that, how i gotta do it, getting through it
i abuse that, always try to hold it but i lose it
addiction, it's a hell of a drug
it delivers a kick but it don't pull no punch
i don't hold no funds, i'm acquiring habits
cos i'm distracted and embarrassed in society's madness
now i'ma play that game where you switch up the drugs
and for a second rediscover what it means to be buzzed
fuck it, we're balling now, yeah, we speedballing now
seven stories, free falling now, i see the ground
i'm on drugs like advisory labels
popping pills until my mind is unstable, pause
what up, yo, bitch, you ain't heard of addiction
it's always termed an affliction in these earnest depictions
shit, you ever tasted the sun? well?
you ever wasted your funds? all by the eighth of the month?
you ever played with a gun? you ever sprayed it for fun?
shot yourself and still won what's behind door one?
number one son i was, walking and talking potential
i had a life once, too, but it wasn't eventful
now i'm baked and into poppers like i'm jalapeno
thinking of the 12 year old me and wondering how could he know
at 15, i played with css and javascript
at 18, fitted hats and kafka lit
then college called and rolled around and life unfolded quick
and i was grown up, it was sick, but suddenly i was grown up sick
all of a sudden a junkie or something, i punked myself
and i can't even leave the house, and i just wanna clean my mouth
and in the here and now i'm spiralling
imagining if i could go a day without my vitamins, i'm trying mom
but today's curtains, and tomorrow's worthless
tonight i'm blacking out on purpose cos i'm hella nervous
it's curtis francis, baby, live from the void
and i'm addicted to filling it, holla at your boy
i'm on drugs like patents
ass going down with the ship like the captain
having half a mickey of gin, on a whim, in a single slug
and still ain't drink enough so that my fucking brain ain't think of stuff
i should give my own ass a beating, and hit up a meeting
plus it's been a couple weeks since i've properly eaten
but that's a matter for another hour
when i ain't been under the power of fungus and flower for fucking hours, man
i function on these shrooms like i'm mario
i ain't even tripped yet, i think, maybe, but hardly though
my bloodstream's a motherfucking party bro
stuff running up and down my veins like it's god damn cardio
the drug hustle harder than if carbonneau or gainey in the eighties on skates
i'm a carbon-based barbarian who blames
blaze trees, in some really not controlled burns
like brett's beard, buying out all the shops that sold herbs
i don't learn from mistakes i make, i make them with someone new
what up, girl, who are you?
i'll sniff cocaine with addicts, vyvanse with sad chicks
lucky i'm not diseased, i'll fuck the both of them hatless
so what's the next button to push?
i'm afraid of the come down like bush
i'm afraid of the dope like that one boy in infinite jest
i'm the ghost who's still afraid of his death
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you got jokes?!
02:23
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young, sad, got heat, call it columbine
fuck you and yours, i am all about all of mine
all these clowns act blase when i style a rhyme
but i be on a real dude's map like palestine
you ain't a pal of mine, pig, you a peon
you signifying nothing but you writing it in neon
your fury sound silly, find it funny how phoney rappers
are frequently former actors
so when dumbfuck, numbnutted, faux tough young bucks
come front, saying that you want what, you out of your depth
like what kiddo, how the hell do you think you present
your bench press plate strength ain't making a dent
this is murder on the mic, aight, i write
recite, these lines reject replies
ain't no reprise, replays, reprieves
redos, reviews, i refuse rewinds
leave you freeze dried, feed you to my cats, that's
birdie and zeus, you only know i spat raps like a
verse or a few, but young homie had stats like
murder and loot, dome full so the snapback's a
permanent booth, tongue chrome, gat packed and
averted from view, nothing show, knapsack hide the
work that i do, come home, cats spazzed and the
furniture moved, plus the light has a strange hue
i kick rhymes like crocs and docs
your shoe shop's out of stock, plus you ain't got no socks
your wife told me you're about to drop
but she ain't think she gonna come out to cop
she digs my shit, though, thinks it's hot
licks my shithole, stinks a lot, what
it ain't nothing that we need be speaking about
but for now you're gonna sleep on the couch, now get out
i'll be gone by the morning
find me around the net like deandre jordan
i run post, take control of the boards
and ignore your piss poor porous portraits of discourse
they're afforded import awarded to points scored
on indoor gym floors in rec league men's sports
i ain't in stores, i ain't even in the stud
ain't no head room there, i'm in the bedroom, dude, boom
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i want these women like double i want drugs
plus i'm the salt of the earth of girth and they're slugs
so it ain't my fault another hottie caught the bug
and hunny dug what i slung, what can i do but shrug, shit
i catch dome like cathedral and mosque, brat babes
that in their daily is cerebral and boss, the sex games
we play crazy, you ain't even ever heard of it
perverted shit, i penetrate and permeate to permanence
dude got ass from all attitudes of bad bitches
magnitudes of nasty bringing anger to their dad figures
don't matter, thin or fat, asian, latin, white or black
as long as girly went to the new school, barnard, bard or pratt
i like bad art bitches with piercings who like threesomes
and work at the dispensary that's located next to me
what you think, i already said, bad feminist
deep inside these chicks like their enemas
i want these women like triple i want my mother's approval
but need them both because the sickness is brutally twofold
shit, you couldn't fathom the fathoms of futile fantasies
my faculties are facile fucking fairy tale factories, shit
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