Cold Shoulders

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Downtrodden, somewhat cynical and bummed out, but still got a good head about it

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released September 13, 2018

Tracks 1, 3, 4, 5 Produced by Besatree
Track 2 Produced by Rokem
Shout to our features: Albania Einstein, Tha Locust, Adversity, and Thesis. Also shout to Haunted Days for Production assistance.

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Besatree Ventura, California

Sometimes I make music. Sometimes I don't. These are the times I did.

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Track Name: Ignored
You just don't know the effort
All of the work it takes
Whatever we do
Let's hope it all falls into place
And keep moving
Keep rolling
Keep guessing
Keep hoping
Gotta get up and going
Find somebody lost like me

I been lost for so long
I don't even notice no more
Now I barely hold on
Sometimes wanna let that go
Been on the road with no name (no name)
On a path with no light (no light)
It's all a loss in the end
So I'll take another shake of the dice
If I'm on a roll I'ma keep on going
Always on a roll and gonna keep on going (going)
Just enough cash to fill up the gas is all that I need and I'm on
Not sure where I'm headed
But I'm sure I'll know when I land
Lost the way so long ago
But I keep finding my way back

I know your signs symptoms
They screaming slow down
I'm just the type to keep impressing
Imma hold it down
Tell me you heard me before, tell me you heard me before
You walked out the door
Before I got lost in the words and the phrase
It wasn't a one off you weren't a phase
I'm running on fumes, searching like Indy I stumble on tombs
What's it to you If I put all my heart into things that I do
I guess that's just the life, but i'm halfway
Between another song of all the wrongs in my past days

Lost and found
Tryina find somebody lost like me
Lost and found
Tryina find somebody lost like me
Lost and found
Tryina find somebody lost like me
Lost and found
Tryina find somebody lost like me
Track Name: Pass The Bottle (ft Albania Einstein & Tha Locust)
What's the wrong side of the bed
When you sleeping on the floor?
Next day I be useless
Need to use less a little more
So go ahead and drink it in
Soak it up
Open up
Loss or with a win
Either way we drinking
Either way we gonna celebrate
Whether it's to reconcile, renovate, commemorate
Slow it down
Accelerate
It's going down, gravitate
Mow it down, Saturdays
I'm comfy cuz I acclimate
On some ready or not
Sometime we shake under the gun
But gotta steady the shot
Aggghh
Locked out my own damn house again
Stuck in my own head, Malkovich
It's looking like I'm sleeping on the ground again
But everything I do, I do gold
Alchemist
They say it's chemically imbalanced
So I guess I'ma take it as a challenge
Pass me the bottle

Wait a minute imma let you catch your breath
(uhhuh uhhuh)
Don't mean to cross the line or disrespect
(nah uh nah uh)
It's time I let the whole world on a secret
I know my soul is worth it's weight In gold and diamond pieces
My thesis on this, this poem I spit
That I wrote on my phone with a blunt in my lip
More pride in my shit cuz the truth is I'm toothless
I'm anxious, a drunk and at times im just ruthless, huh
Nothing to this
Pass the bottle this way
A swig will do it
Chase the monsters away
I've seen it all in just a matter of years
And caught myself inside a prison of irrational fears
And in this moment its clear, wait I'm the motherfucking man
I got this whole world in the palm of my motherfucking hands
Flip these records just to fly smoke this herb on foreign land
Shining brighter as I drink of what's left over in this can
What

I told my bartender fuck a glass
I'm like pass me the bottle
I told my bartender fuck a glass
I'm like pass me the bottle
I told my bartender fuck a glass
I'm like pass me the bottle
I told my bartender fuck a glass
I'm like fuck a glass, fuck a glass, fuck a glass

Why they always gotta question
People coming cruel, are they cool? A suggestion
Maybe if you move w the groove in the session
You be less stressed to express
Nothing more nothing less
My intention
Provided that you be happy to give that blessing
Would be to grab the microphone and start wrecking
And show a silly sucker how I stepping!
So collected
Ya
Thoughts connected as they passed the bottle
Task was monumental
Accidentally made it hard to swallow
Fit to follow in the footsteps
But now the irony eyeing find me defiantly lying them all down
Down low is where is this thing go
Low is where them old cold spoken w the lingo
Low is where the soul get broke
Whered the dreams go?

Aye,
Aye, aye, look
It go, 1,2,3
& then, oh yeah 4
3-pack (24)
of that Modelo
I don't really fuck with 40'z
Since they went & changed the bottle
If it's good for the environment
It really ain't a problem
I mean,
I'm ol' school you know?
Stuck in my ways
Besatree & KP
Of course I fuck with The Haze
& When it, comes to the brains
That's my boy Al-bane
Einstein with the rhymes
Never goin' out plain
I be showin' out sayin'
How I know The Cloudmakers
Shout to that playa
Roskopp out in Vegas
I know it's unrelated
Oh well, it's too late
I might, be off topic
I dun had a few dranks
But I'm good
I'm feelin' good
Right here writin' my verse
Sayin' hello to alcohol
To say goodbye to my thirst
Here's a toast & a cheers
From both me & my peers
Now I'm off to the store
Another 24 of beers Aye!

I told my bartender fuck a glass
I'm like pass me the bottle
I told my bartender fuck a glass
I'm like pass me the bottle
I told my bartender fuck a glass
I'm like pass me the bottle
I told my bartender fuck a glass
I'm like fuck a glass, fuck a glass, fuck a glass
Track Name: One Eighty
Every now and then people turn they back on me
I don't even know what the fuck's up with that homie
Now the homies fuck around and turn they back on me
Heard it's lonely at the top but I can only be me
Every now and then people turn they back on me
I don't even know what the fuck's up with that homie
Now the homies fuck around and turn they back on me
Heard it's lonely at the top but I can only be me

I try and stay grounded
I can only be me
I try and stay grounded
I can only be me
I try and stay grounded
I can only be me
I try and stay grounded
I can only be me

I try and stay grounded
But it's harder when your this high
The obstacles pop up, it's Arguments and missed flights
And right when your’e thinking you've won every fist fight
The shoulders, they get cold, no warning no insight
What's the reason for the missing words?
Seasons come seasons go, but my numbers stayed the same
Never felt like my heads gotten bigger than my name
And I've done a decent job of not showing all the pain
They say (they say)
It gets lonely at the top
And i pray (I pray)
The momentum doesn't stop
If it means leaving love on the cold chopping block
Just to get what I want, I'll park the whip in the front
Make it easy to front like your’e not mad impressed
That i kept moving forward and found mad success
That I keep moving forward and find my success

I've got too many stories
Of backstabbers, fakers, and foes
I'm talking lying muhfuckers
Yeah, the type we all know
The type to steal from your house and then lie to your face about it
Ruin everything you work for
Still you work around it
Circle em out
And get em out the circle
I know it seem like they help but they hurt you
And I don't really think it's worth the risk
And I don't really think it's worth that shit
So I roll on
Cut em off
I ain't got no time to waste
Can get up on my level
Or just watch me while I elevate
It don't mean nothing to me either way though
The only thing that I can do is be real
Be real and let em know the whole truth
So they can make a choice
And I can make a choice too
It took a couple trips round to learn that
And now these muhfuckers wanna turn back

Every now and then people turn they back on me
I don't even know what the fuck's up with that homie
Now the homies fuck around and turn they back on me
Heard it's lonely at the top but I can only be me
Every now and then people turn they back on me
I don't even know what the fuck's up with that homie
Now the homies fuck around and turn they back on me
Heard it's lonely at the top but I can only be me
Track Name: Cuts (ft Adversity & Thesis)
And that's that shit I do
I do
And that's that shit they wont do
Wont do
And that's that shit I do
I do
And that's that shit they
Wont do
And that's that shit I do
I do
And that's that shit they wont do
Wont do
And that's that shit
I do
And that's that shit they wont do
Wont do

Put it all in
Put it all up
Gotta bleed if you wanna make the cut
Ugh
I don't even say nothing no more
Six feet and be toe tagged up
Before I'm gonna let up
They don't know the worth
Speech secondary
Cuz my action first
Pack the hearst
And then back to work
Been so long since I've been back to earth
Cuz I been floating round
Just in my own space
Plan it and execute
A black hole to these stars fame
Parlay
On to the next
Gonna blow up like shit straight strapped to my chest
Wanna make a little money while living my dream
Make a little money by living my dream

I'll take what I can when im fighting these nails and its on to the next
Thanks for the boost in my ego, not alotta people would pass on the sex
But that's the shit that I be doing homie on the regular
Cuz bitches act like terrorist, stay blowing top the cellular
Smoke a lot, smoke a lot
Taste like chocolate
We don't play g
Moving at the speed of light burning out another bulb
Get ahold of the switch it's crazy
Pac penning "Brendas baby"
Caught dirty in Mercedes
Whats the point? gonna end up in the joint
You know what? fuck you pay me!

Whatever they do
However they do
They know they can't do it like me
I do it myself
And I built it from scratch
And I'm cooking one hell of a feast
Whenever they do
Wherever they do
They know they can't do it like me
I do it for you
And I do it for me
So I hope that you ready to eat

Watch me watch me
Where the paparazzi
Voice like Pavarotti
Got yo bitch on my side like a Tamagotchi
Looking like I be from Abu Dhabi
In a Maserati on two wheels
I’m 95in no I’m 99in I’m feeling like Sisqo in Dru Hill
Back again
Threw me in the pack and I’m rackin in
Couldn’t see a muh fucka back in
But then I skrt skrt skrt come crashin in huh
King shit
Livin life like a king pin
I be on some go and kiss the ring shit
You ain’t bring shit you ain’t mean shit to me

My team sick no antidote
Make shit pop like cans of coke,
Shake shit up before we bake shit up,
Don’t trip got enough for you and your folks,
So here pass it round I want you to feel this in your mind,
Dimes be shook for the fact I look like young Bruce Willis in his prime,
Hand it over give me mines,
Or I’m gonna take that shit by force,
Come and try to knock me off my high horse, Gives a fuck if drugs done got my mind warped I’m a cyborg,
Half man half machine shit,
Bow down kiss the ring bitch,
Don’t ever you question my kingship or I’ma run up inside your Queen quick like uhhhhhhh

Or I'ma run up inside your Queen quick like uhh
Looking like I be from Abu Dhabi
In a Maserati on two wheels