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SPINNEY: A LIVE PERFORMANCE

by Trip the Disciple & swami flower

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1.
RANDOM #71 01:32
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Smiles found in red rooms via pictures Smirks peak most in the stew with no limiters Alas a cat self-sufficient in his own lane 3/4 waltzing to the bank (interpolate) But rhinestone glisten Weiss guy sing it A stone's throw left him doomed when it hit him Cowboy clad with the spur Mood swings 'til I'm rocked in the dirt A rodeo bestowed upon me Horses running wild like I'm byrne Heads talking behind me A chat Pitter patter on the mic Spit so much the sibilance could make the mixer cry All arise when the cat's red-handed Forgive the dawg; it wasn't him who left himself abandoned A little chirp makes its way into sight Thank God I found some light, so good night
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GLAMOUR 01:06
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Prolly get dirt on my banner Prolly get fluke if I ran up Prolly keep stealing my glamour Prolly keep ditching my friends if they can't I must confess Fuck y'all lone bug since the hives and nests A ratchet fuck a plug'n'play, I been abrupt and been blown Tug necks to come home and bump some Rich intuition, so clasp my back Prozac smile and faux moves intact Close to my end Gone ambidextrous, I done fucked my hand I'm needing friends, I'm needing friends I'm deep in the well and no one can see it I mean well, I mean well, I mean well Prolly get dirt on my banner Prolly get fluke if I ran up Prolly keep stealing my glamour Prolly keep ditching my friends if they can't
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THE MOOD 02:31
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I'm in the mood Split two Spit in the booth Sick of the truth Livin' in doom Give me some room, yeah Give me some room Split two Spit in the booth Sick of the truth livin' in doom (I'm in the mood) I'm in the mood but Fuck Look at me Sainthood plastered into chasm I just fucking split the schism War-torn life after death is beautiful Is it? I saw it with my eyes A glorious surprise Patent patience, I am now People bow before her Leave a smile, drop a coin in her saintly border Can it Satin vixen lives in contradiction Wear it Path is tricky, left me feeling icky I'm in the mood Split two Spit in the booth Sick of the (I gotta change my mood) I'm in the mood Split two Spit in the booth Sick of the truth Livin' in doom Give me some room, yeah Give me some room Split two Spit in the booth Sick of the truth Livin' in doom Give me some room, yeah Sticky from the sad chump pulling back his peelings Itchy 'cause the dumb fuck tossed and washed his feelings Steer clear last cat Begging for a dime bag Shoulda wished him out with a twig or your eyelash Damn Mislead by Cam again Shoulda checked his back 'Cause he's on the grounds of sin Kicked into the weeds Devil's snare'll lead the chorus in Tongue talk, hi-hat Speaking with the glass again I'm in the mood Split two Spit in the booth Sick of the truth Livin' in doom Give me some room, yeah Give me some room Split two Spit in the booth Sick of the truth Livin' in doom I'm in the mood
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(M'S K) "MY LEAST FAVORITE" - TWIP 00:52
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LEOTA 01:04
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On my esoteric shit I must admit Faux lass, poll's pass permit the cat's shit I'm sick of being packed full of your fits 6 feet down with rotten monks and van splits I'm riding solo, rager mage, lone sly, nice with the dolo Free beats, that's a no-no Pay up, I take CC, no She right, she right. I'm in a glass ball fishing tonight, tonight. She right, she right. I'm in a glass ball fishing tonight, tonight. And what's my future? A little crass, but no hag can bag the butcher. Wit's afloat and sky high like booker Noid and trip, I call that a twofer Say goodbye to Cam Phony fell off when he cut off his hand But what's with the grin? Your time's running out "Can I get another ten?" Nah She right, she right. I'm in a glass ball fishing tonight, tonight. She right, she right. I'm in a glass
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GIRLFRIEND 01:49
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I'll take my overdose to go and douse fire with a crappy tape 'Cause gee, he'll squeeze up on the last of that creative paste I'm talking nut Squirm girls with my whirl I got her claiming I'm her all Center of her world, but Twirled and real punk, Gasp when I see myself Brash for being me, but I'm I'm real bubbly like bongs and valley bubs And tearing up that pussy like tongs and pulled meats Staring at her coochie like, "god, she likes me?" Bobble, robbin' noggins like shucks I feel beat I'm too petite to be handled real rough, so deals up Up and out, and don't forget your purse No, I'm not a doofus, I just don't like orange Julius I don't want to take you there, so fucking lose it 'Cause I'm in love with your girlfriend I'm in love with your girlfriend I'm saying, "ouch son" Get out, bruh She's probably being scandalous I'm probably being nosey, but my nose is primed to acting She's talented and fabulous I called it, mannequin, U-poised and passionate New boy, oy I need to shut the fuck up Too coy to claim doy And tell the toy to suck up Fuck, I left your mind I should've tossed myself a suit belt I be in my chair, like I'm barred and on some seat melt The car's starting, I dart and I'm on my arson shit I flick a light, like I'm pez and finna chalk the kid Why? 'Cause I'm in love with his girlfriend I'm in love with your girlfriend I'm in love with your girlfriend I'm in love with your girlfriend I'm in love with your girlfriend I'm in love with your
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"REAL" 00:56
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Before I came in the shop I was immune to the clock Before I painted the walls I was assuming a lot Before I had the withdrawals I wasn't doing a lot Before I gave her a smirk She told me I was the I'm picking drills from a box I'm pulling pigs from the pen I'm praying Cammy was cropped I'm saying pan it to them Maria's my only friend My face is looking real sheer I keep on regressing back at rates of one or two beers But But this is only real within a box I locked it That key was swallowed by a bigger box I locked it And truth is without skin But flesh is a glimpse I am all I paint a portrait just to jump in 'Cause I'm cool like that Yeah, I'm cool like that Yeah, I'm cool like that Yeah, I'm cool like that I gotta pick a new glass to revolve around This one is getting foggy, I'ma leave it now I'm smashing it upon the ground
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CROAK 01:44
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I never parlay bet or bring a net Puffed and bold my little threats I'm not entitled to the sweat of my brow But I've been putting in work and girly’s leaving me floundered Pardon my barnacles These particles lift me I'm in all the articles Look a dude up And first punk to time warp that wasn't Frank-N-Furt or Doc Brown I clown thots Downtown rock big gowns They ask me why I'm so I've known some opps, but don't pen pal 'em Musk ask a pay bud to front 20 top of the month My mama frontin' some bucks Because I'm broke as fuck Emotionally I'm really broken up Oh, you're so-so, bruh No thoughts on a local act Bratty on the mic and a bitch when you join 'em back Ay, shut yourself down I know a way out Oh, no no no but wait around for what? Or maybe just to plummet deeper I'm no sister's keeper Free flesh Can hardly 'ford some fucking meat I'm dropping weight faster than my always missed release dates Peace, please I'm better off 6 feet Join my dead groups Keep some company in some sleep Points and 'Quez Oops, too goof to be true I'm so, so loose in every single through I'm so, so loose in every single crew Passion croaks and I'm like, "The fuck do I do?" Wop-A-Din-Din keeps ground when I'm prideful I've grown too close to swami He keeps a mouthful Every little word just gets lost in my pie hole I'm over it Coming home and clutching fists Took my throne and now I have a bone to pick
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FROWN 01:16
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Mama, watch the setting sun Try to see what you have done If I fall apart, tell my family I love 'em And if I, if I pop off, tell my darling I'm sorry 'cause I'm deep in I cut all ties and I sunk in the deep end I'm probably gonna drown 'cause these thoughts are so sinked in But damn, she doesn't love me, she was strong and I was bummy I'm a scrub, I got what's coming, some flew over and I'm gullied A baggy runt, tongue tapped, blush and she don't back A pussy for thinking that, I'm ugly for thinking that I was something special, took a look, I'm edging devil Several people told me careful, now I'm broke and in a hairful Yuck, I gross myself out Put me down before I do it all myself, Allah I'm coming back 'round I clown myself with a frown I think that mine's come around I only wanna live through my songs, but I can't let 'em go Just let me drown in my crown (I'll fill the room with a frown) (With thorns surrounding my crown)

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released September 23, 2022

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