1. |
Your Eyes Only
02:21
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I been out the kitchen, are you
Sleeping on me?
I been in my headspace, are you
Thinking of me?
I'm not in the headspace to be
Taking these
(but can you tell me why?)
I'm not in the headspace to be-
I'm not in the-
Get out the way
Get out my head space
Know what to say
End of the day
I'm stuck in my ways
Look at the mirror
Look at my face
Im diamond one
two for my honeys
I shoot threes for fun
Accomplishing nothing
I bool till im done
Constantly waiting for something
An artist or maybe I'm frontin’
Maybe it's nothing
Maybe i'm blowing it out of proportion
And losing my cool
Making a fool of myself
Maybe I'll loosen my belt
Maybe therapy will help
Writer's block got me stuck
Bitter cause now I give less of a fuck
Death of the party I'm running a muck
Glum but a fucker is tough
I'm tough im-
I been out the kitchen, are you
Sleeping on me?
I been in my headspace, are you
Thinking of me?
I'm not in the headspace to be
Taking these
(but can you tell me why?)
I'm not in the headspace to be-
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2. |
Gray Hour
03:02
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I can't shake this feeling
Woo!
And I can't feel my feet
And I can't read my heart
But the groove keep me moving
Yeah!
Cant trust the camera and lights
But this the soundtrack to my life
And the sound that keeps me grooving
What's your name
can't remember these days
Try to fly high
But my heights in the way
Not sure if I like it
Or the after high sober
Keep my composer
If I'm pulled over
But I'm not opposed
To a disapproving chauffeur
One night at home
Is another night hungover
Accident prone
But I know my limits
And if you don't watch your tone
I'll let you know in a minute
Im something to witness
Call me Jehovah
I aint the smartest
Under the bolder
Sisyphus; say jump
I’ll just roll over
No weight in the world
Can hold down these shoulders
I've been in the kitchen
since fifteen
And I’ve been out the stu like
do you miss me
But now im whipping it up
I'm back to work
Its that minimum wage
Type beat that cant-
shake this feeling
Woo!
And I can't feel my feet
And I can't read my heart
But the groove keep me moving
Yeah!
Can't trust the camera and lights
But this the soundtrack to my life
And the sound that keeps me grooving
And In my heart
i'm still a vagrant
Trust my attention span
It takes a lot of patience
I want you to trust me
When we trespass
Sneak past the lights
Then we dip fast
Crash like there's not much more to life
Crash like there ain't no morning light
Like we ain't got shit to do
Like most of us ain't got work in the morning
My work cant slide me another warning
Not until they get a noobie sworn in
My replacement
I'm a problem baby
But at least I can embrace it
Ain't nobody shape me
I'm the clay face with no patience
Lately it been feeling like a
nightmare I've been chasing
Maybe it'll bode well with
The energy im faking
But imposter syndromes a bitch
And my will aint gone stop
Till we make it a hit
And don't worry bout me its lit
Im playing Edward 40 hands
With two bottles that cant-
shake this feeling
Woo!
And I can't feel my feet
And I can't read my heart
Can't trust the camera and lights
But this the soundtrack to my life
And the sound that keeps me grooving
Beat breaks down
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3. |
Shits and Giggles
01:38
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I've been turning heads
Since Hasbro
Got ‘em thinking ‘what?’
Like stone cold said so
Got more dawg in me
Than Petco
Bit somebody, had to
Put him down at the vet so
Cold so fire
Might remind you of
Icy hot
Days and the sun
Screen so my skin don't rot
I'm a Michigan penguin
I like the heat though
Summer got me feeling like
Walking until the beat slow
DOWN
Cause i'm just like this
I ain't middle age so
It's a Midwest crisis
And I rap silly
Type my lyrics in papyrus
I fight adhd
concentrate like Tigris
And I'm not generous with my beats
I'm the Titus
I'm hotter
than the core of the earth
The more that I work, I get paid
But not what I'm worth
Fuck a wallet, penny pouch
Bitch I'm wearing my purse
I'm a religious experience
Come and visit my church
God damn I had to be a creative
Got plans, not happening cause I'm faded
Got bills that still have yet to be paid
I'm still yet to be dazed
So my priorities jaded
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4. |
In-D
02:37
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I'm an andie artist
Need you to acknowledge
I'm the Jared Jeweler
When your nasty beats
Need polishing
Problem child
Learned pretty early
To not make promises
Pack me up some pills to pop
And pass me to the pharmacist
I'm omanis
Eyes wondering
Make you wonder
What I'm pondering
Witch tok
Ain't got shit
On what I'm conjuring
Dares personification
Of fear mongering
Nixon would be loud
Best example found
Talking to my plug
Buy it by the ounce
Got em on the phone like
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOOOOOW
Isolate myself I'll never be found
World renowned junkie
Tryna wing it into something
Wondering if I need therapy
To be there for my lovelies
I just need someone to say I'm something
I just need a boost to my hype
A soundtrack my life
Or to evict the voices in my head
That's yelling at me like
Lay. Me. Down to rest
You can lead me to water
Don't expect my best
Ooooooo
Lay me down to rest
You can get the ball rolling
And ill do the rest
And Its contradictory
work ethic a mystery
This verse will be history
By the time I write it
I been biding my time
There's no point in fighting it
Trying to find the light I'm shit
Ay
Im sorta In-die hard-ist
Spot I'll ever ever be in
Learning how to swim in circles
Drowning in the deep end
Figured lifes a little easier
When I be sleeping
Melatonin gummies
Started working again for me
I aint smoke for the past 3 days
Cause I can only think while in that daze
Everybody can catch this fade
You couldn't pay me to feel this way
(this way, this way)
And I don't like to be talkin’
All I really been doing is walkin’
All i been trying to do
Is wear out my shoes
Maybe trespassing to
Abandoned buildings are cute
Kinda reminds me of my issues
The medicine I misuse
The people I miss like you
It's a memory thing
I got adhd
That's why my memory stinks
That's why the pain still stings
Thats why im still at the brink of singing
Lay. Me. Down to rest
You can lead me to water
Don't expect my best
Ooooooo
Lay me down to rest
You can get the ball rolling
And ill do the rest
And Its contradictory
work ethic a mystery
This verse will be history
By the time I write it
I been biding my time
There's no point in fighting it
Trying to find the light I'm shit
Ay
I'm an indie art
Lay. Me. Down to rest
You can lead me to water
Don't expect my best
Ooooooo
Lay me down to rest
You can get the ball rolling
And ill do the rest
And Its contradictory
work ethic a mystery
This verse'll be history
By the time I write it
I been biding my time
There's no point in fighting it
Trying to find the light in shit
Ay
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5. |
Shed time
00:50
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6. |
Searching
02:25
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This melancholy feeling
It seems so real
So real x4
There's something bout those days
It seems I cant get back
Maybe its the sound-
Maybe its the lighting
Maybe its the way I feel right now
The things I want to fix
It feels like my mind was never meant to rest
Maybe its the longing
Maybe its the wonder
…
Riding bikes in the morning
Cant keep my attention
So my mind might wonder
…
Play the guitar whiles its pouring
What's there left to do?
It feels like there's still so much left to do
I just got that FOMO
I just need some fresh air
I need a refresher
Of why there's no pressure
Put me on a week long T break
For good measure
And when I fail half way through
Go on a bender
Cause you know a night sober feels like
A night wasted
And a night wasted
Takes you back to basics
And we know that aint a long way down
It aint a long way down
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7. |
Self Love
02:51
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Leave a little room for the rum
Enough to forget
Not to overcome
Another bad I have yet to succumb-
Leave a little room for the rum
Enough to forget
Not to overcome
Another bad habit I have yet to succumb to
Succumb to
I said let's have a little fun
Potion to hype up
Not just to run
Its not much
I'm just tryna have fun
Its not much I'm just tryna have
Patience with my body
Brain and my soul
Make me feel like a stranger
To all of my old callings and my hobbies
Tryna make new plans
With my old friends
At my new crib if they call me
My only enemy is my consciousness
Cardigan wearing partisan
Tryna pay for an ounce with some pocket lint
man fuck this shit
They cutting my hours
I’m pickin’ up shifts
Im payed by the hour
Not payed for this shit
And everything's payed for
I don't accept tips
As If I don't need it
Like I couldn't use that shit
for the gas to get there
One pink slip
No two weeks to prepare
Leave a little room for the rum
Enough to forget
Not to overcome
Another bad habit I have yet to succumb to
Succumb to
*beat switch*
Woke up on the wrong
Side of the bed again
Another day another dollar
Ain't going to medicine
I'm self medicated
But that just means faded with extra steps
You go get your education
I'm still learning patience
Learning how to let you walk away
While I reminisce about shit we say about
Being in this small town forever
Never mention that we all knew better
We birds of a feather
Watching my flock fly while i cant get my shit together
I can't face the weather
Down for whatever
S-A-M-I-S
Here for your pleasure
All I need is some
Top shelf leaves
If it aint got me on my knees
I've smoked better
But I don't really smoke no more
I don't really boof no more
And my visits to the booth got short
I just put on my boots and soar
I leave the beat wanting more
One more record sesh
Before we send you off
And I promise I'll bring you on tour
And you better promise to visit
Day one don't mean
Our associations won't be cut short
What am I here for?
I need to know what I'm fighting for
I need to know if it's mi amore or if
I'm alive just to stress
I need some more self respect
I need some more off my chest
I need to know if what I do is enough
And if not then it's not my best
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8. |
Mushrooms
02:08
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9. |
Dew
01:21
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It's a damn shame
Sinking in my bed frame
telling stories my head made
Listening to the rain
Self made from tutorials
And late nights
Stay up till the sky bright
Look at the clock like
What does the short hand say?
My shitty attitude
Got me in a bitter mood
Not sure that it matters
If I'm battered
I'll know what to do
My life flows in a current
Like the rest of you
All in can do now is wonder
What strain is the best to use
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10. |
Current
03:47
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I'm just going where the
wind takes me
Avoid the rinse and
Repeat daily
I got a big mouth off a drink or two
Like my achilles heel is my attitude
And I may need a few
Minutes to myself or imma throw up
( i think im bouta throw up)
Yea I was scheduled work that day
But I'm still not sure I wanna show up
I just wanna put it all on pause
(like for a second)
I still wanna see where all this goes
(goes goes goes goes)
And the show must go on
Im hungover at the crack of dawn
Im not ready but the days begun
My head spinnin’
I control fate but fates winnin’
I cant stop the ops wish i'd stop grinnin’
My world black and white
We not frenemies
I say I got no enemies
So you're nothing to me
Im just cutting out that toxicity
You say the way my mind works a mystery
But thats just how I be
I bring that energy that make you wonder
What I been on
Looking for the local competition
Like theres been none
Wondering when my hob became a mission
Ive been cooking in the kitchen
So all ya can see the vision
Im gone
*choras*
Sometimes you gotta live without it
To live with it, that's the
Way the currents flow babe
(flow baby)
And you dont always gotta
Doubt when you not winnin’
Thats the way that shit goes babe
(goes baby)
And Imma make shit decisions
Nobody has future vision
So theres no way to know
That just how it goes
*beat switch*
Give me two or three years
Ill be sleeping on that park bench
Or ill show you what uncle ben ment
Cause with great power
Comes disciples
And despite all of your obstacles
Your ego is your own achilles tendon
I got ideas that may
never leave the page
I could write a novel on
The things I'd do on stage
but I aint writing that
Never gonna write a biography
Not even a will
The world can forget me when i go still
I'm still a little rusty
Praying to whats above me
Whatever it is
I hope it look freaky
I hope it talk
But not enough to be preachy
My phone on mute
You gon' need a séance to reach me
I just want to float
Not just on the beat or the bars that I wrote
Wanna levitate in the clouds
No tokin’
No hopin’ to feel better
No more preparing for a storm in sunny weather
Sometimes you gotta live without it
To live with it, that's the
Way the currents flow babe
(flow baby)
And you dont always gotta
Doubt when you not winnin’
Thats the way that shit goes babe
(goes baby)
And Imma make shit decisions
Nobody has future vision
So theres no way to know
That just how it goes
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11. |
Ignition
02:57
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Imma be honest
Feeling bored
Send a beat
Imma be on it
Can't afford what I eat
So I dine and dash
When I hear that fucking
Card or cash
Cause I drive that toyota ‘01
Fuck around
Find out in a ditch when im done
Surround sound
Yea I fucking wish
Cause my plugs always holding my funds
You know I make your dad thankful
That I'm not they son
Yea Im looking bummy
But you know I fold my money
And I swear they copped a giggle
Cause im funny (cause im funny)
Michigander hate the snow
As toxicity goes
I'm not one to leave
A honey's nose runnin’
Yea I aint talk much
That don't mean I don't try
Cause when I speak my mind
I'm afraid you’ll say bye
But I know you understand me
Please stand by me
Don't listen to closely
When my feeling go aerie
So if you dont wanna listen
Then turn on the ignition
And just drive
And if you're gonna be like this
You can mind your own business
And I'll mind mine
You fire up my engine
Wait for you to find out I'm a beater
Eyes on the road
Check your meter
Hand on the break
But I’m testing out my ego
It's a self esteem issue
Make me wish like Skee-lo
Something wrong at the function
Only we know
Take a dip in the drama Tostitos
Now I'm in too deep
Held together by the swaying of my feet
The groove keep me moving
But the rest of me week
Take what I say with a grain of salt
Head is empty till I take a walk
I can never organize my thoughts till I
Turn the radio down and talk
To myself
I needa keep an eye on my health
Need you to keep an eye on myself
I need to recognize I need help
I need to be reminded that
I'm just as big as you
That's all I need you to do
So if you dont wanna listen
Then turn on the ignition
And just drive
And if you're gonna be like this
You can mind your own business
And I'll mind mine
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12. |
Samis, Drewsic, - Video
02:39
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13. |
Tape
02:55
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Get on your knees
You're weak on your feet
You’re perfect
So feel no evil when you eat
His body in plastic packages, he reaps
The profit from the prophet
Marrys been meak
Because
I aint seen marry in a week
I ain't heard from Marry
Cause me and Marry never could really speak
I aint seen Marry since she
Shared with me a secret
Prayers only matter when the
Moneys increasing
Cause the green on my finger tips
Look better on paper
Baptized but am I
Still loving thy neighbor
My day ones miles away
Don't see them for days
Some weeks some months so no ones
Checking my behavior
I’ve had a fair share of people
Say I'm going to hell
And a track record saying that
I probably will
They say the pathway is narrow
Like I know
Holier than thou
count that money now
So I'll drink your blood
I'll eat your body
Wait for the flood
Wait for the rapture
Ill get on my knees at the altar
Ill confess, ill contest
Against my neighbors best
Ill send thoughts and prays
While wondering whos next
Suppress the three joys
Drugs, Love, and sex
Im only here cause
Somebody casted a hex
A spiritual mindset got you
Jumping out your cubicle
A dumb fuck who dont hold back
As per usual
*guitar solo*
Get on your knees
You're weak on your feet
You’re perfect
So feel no evil when you eat
His body in plastic packages, he reaps
The profit from the prophet
Marrys been meak
Because
I aint seen marry in a week
I ain't heard from Marry
Cause me and Marry never could really speak
I aint seen Marry since she
Shared with me a secret
Prayers only matter when the
Moneys increasing
Who am I appeasing
Planting your seed in
My mind
Your divine power is deceiving
One more shot
One more dab and I fell
I'm just one more child
Think he going to hell
Give me one more chance
am I Going to hell
Give me one more dance
Am I going to hell
Give me all that you got
I won't loosen my belt
One more time give it up
For the angle that fell
S-A-M-I-S
Bitch I never studied
If my life is a test
Hope I get a passing grade
But im one to detest
And if it's reincarnation
I’ll move on to the next
I'm a pestilence
the Whole world should be
Looking where my pencil is
God sake got a birds eye view
From where I stand
Somebody reprimand me
Somebody fucking stop me
God Karma or fate
I wonder who will take me
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14. |
When They Find Me
03:05
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I hope when they find me I look half decent
ill be on the news by this time
When im done tweaking
Not sure what I'm saying or if
it's the drugs speaking
Keeping tally marks on broken hearts
I left over the weekend
I'm a cautionary tale so keep your distance
By the time I quit smoking ill have thrown more matches then the pistons
call Me a druggy or failure
That names it more bizarre
To have a room of Teens
Looking at me like I'm
Ace Balthazar
The similarities uncanny
I thought I was dead too
Couldn't recite my vows before
The kiss of death came through
And when I came to
I'm still bopping sipping wizard brew
And keep what I say true
To anybody who’s real back
And I’m not counting fat stacks
I just want enough to live
Buy a crib that look like monster house
Yell at the neighbors kids
Ill have grown
self sufficient
Wont need plugs
Selling to me
Second thought
Wont have neighbors
Yelling at me
Bitch they tell me
Invest for the future
That's why I drive a hearse
Live each day like your last
Until your funds disperse
Dont fall victim to that dope
Unless you lost hope
I been tripping since sega did what nintendon't
Man I wasn't even born yet
Wasn't even an Idea yet
Listening to me speal
Im trippin bout sex appeal
And feeling out what I need
And purging out what I don't
I got a big mouth to talk shit
so Do it bitch you wont
I hope when they find me
They see that I lived in my own space
Own state of mind where
I don't mind as long as its my fate
I would have wrote a note to save face
Sure they get it case by case
Another stoner in over his head
Done laid himself to waste
In school I could have been less of a
Basket case
Wish I smiled at my past mistakes
Knowing they miles away
I used to be a shit head kid
Never grew up just got older
Maybe gained some weight helping
Sisyphus push up his bolder
I'm not just a rapper
I'm a host
Hope you feel welcome
Enjoy the ride
Cause I cant
guarantee the outcome
I cant shake this feeling
I was never meant to
Groove keeps me moving
We all need something to dance to
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Samis Michigan
Lofi, hiphop, R&B type stuff. I usually just make whatever I feel like making. Hope you enjoy, new songs are coming soon!
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