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Previously on Triple Bypass: In The Ambulance
“I’m in the ambulance flying with my back to the world.
Eyes to the sky, never going back to this world.
The game’s getting greasy, in fact I am sure.
That you can’t go back once the attack has occurred.
In the ambulance fl….”
yo! I have absolutely no idea where the fuck I am at
my chest is fucking killing meman, these light, these lights…..
popping out the ambulance, catapult quicker
smelling like a marijuana farm and some malt liquor
adrenaline and fatigue that’s the wrong mixture
feel I’m on the right page, but the wrong issue
look up at the side view for the strong picture
eyes blood shot, rough spots the alarm flicker
if it’s your time to go, who fxn go on with ya
if this your soundtrack who on a song with ya
why ya chest feel like some kinda bomb hit ya
questions I ask myself as im gon sicker
pulse slowing down as the fog thickens
dissolve visions until its all small fictions
rhythms kicking, played out by tall villians
hidden by small waterfalls, enthralled schisms
condition, addiction, malnutrition
fowl decisions, no remission, how Ive risen.
I’m in this ambulance, I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know what’s going on.
Then they toss me on down with the larger strap
on a stretcher, yessir it was hard to act
felt outta line, I wasn’t on guard for that
My hearts core sure felt like a heart attack
all I can do is compare it to the art of rap
that’s why all my albums relate to the cardiac
an artifact, marked in back by the art of facts
bring the martyr back, the Vince Carter starter jack
I slaughter tracks, so I’m thinking that I oughtta snap
like Thanos, or backboards smashed raw by Shaq
no matter the safety features, your car can crash
the impact fast last depend on how hard you pass
life a game that only a god can match
no matter how hard that you guard your stash
life can pick you right up twist you round, park your ass
like it did when they put on my anesthesia mask
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
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I just want you to know, that however it goes
We in this beautiful life together
I just want you to know, through the highs and the lows
We in this beautiful fight together
If we living and we breathing, life surely has a meaning
our life is a fight but it’s something to believe in
when I look into your eyes I clearly see the reason
that I’ve been so alive and I really need redeeming
I’ve been dipped in the fire and I’m feeling like I’m steaming
I’ve been kicking it with guys that fly feeling like a demon
living like a sci fi movie in the evening
when you see a light gleaming and you feel like you are dreaming
then they take me away, forceful intervening
take away my pain and replace it with the beating
of my heart a little different all while I was sleeping
heating up my body I was waking up and screaming
the first thing I am seeing is the light as they were leaving
life is like a cycle as I fall into the seasons
breezing trees leaning off the freezing they’re receiving
if we lose this fight, the grieving only leads to healing
I just want you to know, that however it goes
We in this beautiful life together
I just want you to know, through the highs and the lows
We in this beautiful fight together
Since the first day I was in it
yeah you know I stayed committed
you the only one that I know could make a difference
but I had to feel everything out and play position
mood got too hot, I moved a safe distance
But we couldn’t get enough of each other we stayed persistent
the way we make each other feel loving stay consistent
so we had to make a move truly coexisting
the name change to Brueilly for you was so befitting
at times we had to maneuver through with no assistance
we choose and grew, we flew with no resistance
keep each other warm if we move in cold conditions
nutrition for my soul, you became my soul provision
new love that setting up a future of old traditions
everytime we go handle our biz there’s no suspicion
language of love that we speaking so proficient
life lives better with love, and that’s my exposition
I just want you to know, that however it goes
We in this beautiful life together
I just want you to know, through the highs and the lows
We in this beautiful fight together
Alright this is for you little lad
you can always lean on me anytime you’re feeling bad
if you get hurt ill work to help and heal the scratch
and ill be right there to help and peel the scab
I can already tell that you have the gift of gab
if you decide in life that you want be like dad
then ill help you with the pen and ill help you with the pad
ill help you as a friend and ill help with all I have
ill help you on the field and ill help you in the lab
whatever you dibble in I can help you with a dab
I love it when you giggle, still love you when you’re mad
I love it when we tickle and ill hold you when you’re sad
ill teach you how to block if life hits you with a jab
if life knocks you down get up take another stab
from the days of a baby until the days of grad
You teach me why I live by the way that you laugh
I just want you to know, that however it goes
We in this beautiful life together
I just want you to know, through the highs and the lows
We in this beautiful fight together
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I want more, give me one more, yes
I want more, give me one more, yes
I want more, give me one more
Give me wings and things, I want more
to take me, take me, take me higher and higher
higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, I want more
Give me wings and things
to take me, take me, take me, take me
give me one more
take me higher and higher
higher, higher, higher, higher, higher
I want more, give me wings and things
Hop on the saddle, get ready for time travel
hallucinogenics from chemists and what have you
reality’s fucked up place to come back to
but they say god bless the things that come atchoo
I ain’t trying to hit you with that snafu
or shackle your mindset with taboos
if cash rules, then get my satchel
attached to my stash too
when you got that fire there is no need to match you
do a couple lines like McDonalds with their fast food
pop a couple stems a little bigger than a cashew
I can mix liquor much quicker if I’m asked to
now I close my eyes I love to feel it as it pass through
my mind open more than it did up in a classroom
I’m captured by capsules, my stature like statues
flashbacks to high school or I should I say grassroots
always strive to stay as high as a giraffe’s tooth
Give me wings and things, I want more
to take me, take me, take me higher and higher
higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, I want more
Give me wings and things
to take me, take me, take me, take me
give me one more
take me higher and higher
higher, higher, higher, higher, higher
I want more, give me wings and things
I saw her face in a dream it was so clean
on a blue ridged hill, man her soul gleamed
long skirt, flower in her hair, a nose ring
the sun hid behind the clouds there was no beams
the camera focused on her, I got the whole thing
she was just a friend, nothing like an old fling
she taught me how to be free and grow wings
be a real boy, I’m talking bout no strings
obtain real joy I’m talking when your soul sings
this flash I see got me thinking back on old things
we all just offspring off these old kings
if they ask what I do, I drink and I know things
brace up winter is coming and when the cold brings
frostbite, hold tight…be bold king
bring the fire of Mordor for these gold rings
that shackle us all, and they’re leaving us with no steam
Give me wings and things, I want more
to take me, take me, take me higher and higher
higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, I want more
Give me wings and things
to take me, take me, take me, take me
give me one more
take me higher and higher
higher, higher, higher, higher, higher
I want more, give me wings and things
I’m cross buzzing ‘til I lost function
whatsinever you got? oh yeah give me lots of it
inhale for a spell then I pop something
then I wash it all down with the sauce guzzling
the white always look right with the long cutting
so good it make you cry like a raw onion
smashing through these trees word to Paul Bunyan
I’m off running my mouth my heart all pumping
give me malt something, Mickey’s grenades make me assault something
but Miss Molly has got us all hugging
its false loving but it’s all touching
then I pull up to lake shore drive and it’s all sudden
I was all ready to straight call bluffing
then it hit superhard I catapult from it
everything moving slow, but my blood all rushing
ready to control, delete and alt from it
Give me wings and things, I want more
to take me, take me, take me higher and higher
higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, I gotta get away
Give me wings and things
to take me, take me, take me, take me
give me one more
take me higher and higher
higher, higher, higher, higher, higher
I want more, give me wings and things
I gotta get away
10-9-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
think about your life
control-alt-delete
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These days, I’ve been barely alive
I dug my grave, now I’m buried alive
I swear it’s got to be so scary to die
I wonder if you even hearing me cry
then I see a flash before my eyes
flashbacks of memories I’ve fortified
I heard this is the way you go if you’re to die
but I feel the hunger building, so I’m sure to rise
I hop out this mother fucking grave like Ni Hao
The stork dropped me off again, how you like me now
I’m feeling like I’m Superman in Justice League 3000
I’m swooping in with eyes wide open like a screech owl
I’m trying to save the city but the city can’t see how
a picture ain’t a picture if the puzzle leave a piece out
no justice no peace, so we always bring our piece out
the creeps out, fighting this fight until I peace out
These days, I’ve been barely alive
I dug my grave, now I’m buried alive
I swear it’s got to be so scary to die
I wonder if you even hearing me cry
then I see a flash before my eyes
flashbacks of memories I’ve fortified
I heard this is the way you go if you’re to die
but I feel the hunger building, so I’m sure to rise
These days, I’ve been barely alive
I dug my grave, now I’m buried alive
I swear it’s got to be so scary to die
I wonder if you even hearing me cry
They say that your body is a temple
but somedays, yeah I treat it like a rental
it ain’t mine, I take it back, no rewind
that ain’t fine, that ain’t fine in fact its detrimental
experimental phases leading to the incidentals
accidentals until one day they may ask for dentals
incremental intents full of mental anguish
temperamental pain is supplemental ain’t it?
fundamental changes, sentimental language
coincidental rages, in transcendental cages
mix elements and stages, disassembled, tainted
implemented danger how this instrumental banging
got me waking up and saying
These days, I’ve been barely alive
I dug my grave, now I’m buried alive
I swear it’s got to be so scary to die
I wonder if you even hearing me cry
These days, I’ve been barely alive
I dug my grave, now I’m buried alive
I swear it’s got to be so scary to die
I wonder if you even hearing me cry
Fresh out this grave and I rummage through dirt
with insatiable hunger and thirst, I wonder whose first,
so I get to hunting this earth
just to find some mother fuckers that’s fronting their worth
brah tah tah, so I dump in their shirt
hindsight shows me that ain’t something that works
my heart pumping berserk, the buzzing alerts
what I hear as I’m slumped in the hearse
I see the light, but I trust in rebirth
These days, I’ve been barely alive
I dug my grave, now I’m buried alive
I swear it’s got to be so scary to die
I wonder if you even hearing me cry
then I see a flash before my eyes
flashbacks of memories I’ve fortified
I heard this is the way you go if you’re to die
but I feel the hunger building, so I’m sure to rise
These days, I’ve been barely alive
I dug my grave, now I’m buried alive
I swear it’s got to be so scary to die
I wonder if you even hearing me cry
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I remember Elm Street
the first place I would call my home
I remember Elm Street
just a young knucklehead moving along
I remember Elm Street
the first place I would call my home
I remember Elm Street
just a young knucklehead moving along
Gather round, please pull up a chair
the memories of my childhood full in the air
whether I’m fully impaired or fully aware
my heart strings sing, keep pulling me there
stay on the back of my mind like the hoodie I wear
find myself driving through it feels good when I’m there
when I want to just remember I feel I could with a stare
drive slow, chief gas and I look over there
where the Masseys used to live, it’s all good over there
the basement always popping we was cooking in there
I got a little older, dates, yo I took them in there
remember watching Leprechaun In The Hood over there
Jokers 3 new years eve, we through our hood in the air
talking shit about the fam, I straight pull out some hair
learned that from watching Shonuff bully and tear
a friendship with the street it’s understood that its rare
Elm Street
the first place I would call my home
I remember Elm Street
just a young knucklehead moving along
I remember Elm Street
the first place I would call my home
I remember Elm Street
just a young knucklehead moving along
Yo, that’s where my heart started beating at
628 sometimes all I see is that
little kid I used to be and that
make me want to hop in the whip because I’m needing that
feeling, appealing and underneath the rap
my heart squealing, reeling a brief attack
search for healing I’m peeling my secret stash
revealing a whole feeling to repeat the past
searching for some moments that I need to last
front yard memories of my bare feet in grass
sitting back on the front step we would laugh
at the neighbors when their mom cold beat their ass
I used to go climb up into the trees out back
but careful by the creek where the tweakers at
by the church, where the heat was at
help me tell the whole world what street is that
Elm Street
the first place I would call my home
I remember Elm Street
just a young knucklehead moving along
I remember Elm Street
the first place I would call my home
I remember Elm Street
just a young knucklehead moving along
And ever since day 1 this was sacred
I still hear the basketball echo off the pavement
football flying in the backyard, we racing
to see who would get there first, a burst of chasing
find myself with the Masseys and the Aikens
little kids in the street roller skating
linked with the Reids and the Foxs on location
and Karlos would come down, no hesitation
before that, it was family’s motivation
pops started fixing cars up in the basement
getting good under the hood, no complaining
grinding with a plan, the man was staying patient
time to understand & expand his occupation
made a couple payments, paid off a major statement
moved away from Elm, this songs my dedication
to the first years of my life, my inspiration
I remember Elm Street
A-S-H-E-B-O-R-O
the first place I would call my home
I remember Elm Street
A-S-H-E-B-O-R-O
just a young knucklehead moving along
I remember Elm Street
A-S-H-E-B-O-R-O
the first place I would call my home
I remember Elm Street
A-S-H-E-B-O-R-O
just a young knucklehead moving along
it’s not a big part of my city, but it’s the heart of me really
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Yo, ok, this world yall
I’ll explain it all to you, just feel this right here.
You work a decade hard to get something
just for one man to say, you ain’t fixing to get nothing
they hold the world in their hands I ain’t even fronting
you just a bug in the circle of life for consumption
emotions flooding, hitting all at once and
you realize it’s a jungle, nothing but the hunting
you yes mam every conversation and discussion
they hit you with the deadlines, so you was always rushing
they only function is to keep you from their function
they chit chat behind your back, call you disgusting
telling themselves you don’t belong in their circumference
make you want to grab the metal and start to dumping
force you to second guess who you was trusting
all those ten years of the dreams cold crushing
ignorance is bliss when we talk about injustice
and CANTSIR is society’s disfunction
so listen up here,
I know a lot of people are concerned with the various
forms of cancer.
But Imma tell you right now, when they say
NO YOU CAN’T SIR
that right there is heart cancer
There’s always one part of the city that’s neglected
it ain’t really pretty but feel me, get the perspective
you can hear me clearly, I’m speaking on the oppression
it’s appearing your hearing not nearly as receptive
as it were if its bout you, but peep the message
in the south racism is a systematic method
on the eastside of my town their not protected
but they getting served and worse than just arrested
the skin tone along make them suspected
thrown to the ground with the full body inspection
live to die just to get dissected
the mountain and the hill of Asheboro so disconnected
this a cancer of the world that’s so infectious
you want investments, you get rejected
you want college lessons, you get rejected
you want to get elected, you get rejected
So when I’m talking about this cancer,
remind yourself that it’s when somebody says
no you CAN’T SIR
And this phrase going to apply to both women and men.
Relying on some man to give you the greenlight and then he says no.
That’s heart cancer, stop you dead in your tracks.
Qualifications can be through the roof
for a company that is needing a recruit
now we kind of starting to seeing what’s the truth
it’s been deep down in our being since a youth
life gives us lemons, so we teething on the fruit
world rarely sweet, hardly seeing any juice
it might not sound like any grievances to you
but everybody is needing a pursuit
instead the police is being in pursuit
actively systematically seeking out a group
armored cars coming in and they meeting on the roof
demanding folks can’t be speaking on the truth
arrest them just for speaking on the root
of the problem that be squeaking on a loop
the melting pot, who you think is feeding on the soup
just look at Graham NC if you needing any proof
Yeah so, the moral of the story is this CANTSIR will stop your heart
dead in your tracks.
You shouldn’t have to rely on another man to give you a greenlight
You shouldn’t have to rely on another man’s go to, another man’s
checklist.
How are we going to change this shit?
Because this no you CANT SIR, is our cancer.
It starts with you.
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Uh-huh.
Welcome to the symphony of heartbreaks
As ai guide you through some circumstances
that lead to heartbreaks, that lead to broken hearts
Now mind you, they might not be from relationships
they may be…. from the weight of the world
they may be…. from the hate of mankind
they may be… a woman scorned
but just ride, just ride
as I take you trough the symphony of a heartbreak
It’s like one second you are all in your bag
with your whole team at the mall with your swag
spend a couple racks popping all of the tags
thinking most your problems is all in the past
and just like that somethings calling you back
you get a voice message and your heart is attacked
reality hits got you falling so fast
and when it hits it’s like a brick wall that you smash
drop to rock bottom, no stall when you crash
and even though you gave it all that you have
the world said no, took all that you had
some say karma is so hard to get passed
others say its fate, it’s just part of the clash
something that started in the garden when asked
For an apple, the acceptance sparking a flash
and now I guess we can’t evolve to the max
Do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we, first started
do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we left broken hearted
Do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we, first started
do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we left broken hearted
do you?
It’s like one day the world can give you a hug
then turn around the next, not giving a fuck
people don’t like what you’re drinking so they spit in your cup
that’s symbolism for why the worlds getting so stuck
just when you start to really thinking it’s tough
you get a cold hand shake, a swift kick in the nuts
it’s not the knock down, it’s the getting it up
and then that’s when the bullshit will erupt
the hatred of men explicitly sucks
no love or affection and it hits in your gut
you start to really notice who’s living it up
tables full of people consisting of schmucks
the 1% well known for fixing their luck
they birds of a feather, if it sits like a duck
it talks like a duck they ain’t getting my trust
they fucking it up, in a system that’s fucked
Do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we, first started
do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we left broken hearted
Do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we, first started
do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we left broken hearted
do you?
It’s like one second you are head over heels
you could tell your lady anything, you said how you feel
and the moment that she heard it, she could tell it was real
so every weekend you’re in bed with the meals
started talking together to spread your ideals
you got to honing in on your gentleman skills
when she whispered in your ears, it shed all your fears
all the cogs working y’all was threading your gears
working good together and it led to careers
and when she said yes you got incredible chills
your mind got to working and pedaling wheels
so you dipped into your closet with those skeleton peels
you got the urge to get down on unethical thrills
she gave the diamondback like Arizona red and the teal
its like your life right now a chemical spill
it might be more than the wedding that’s killed
Do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we, first started
do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we left broken hearted
Do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we, first started
do you, do you
Do you remember the times
when we, when we left broken hearted
do you?
This is the symphony of heartbreaks, we’ve all been there.
It’s just the bounce back y’all.
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Ch-chea.
Under anesthesia, let me talk to you.
I met death four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
I should have died four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
I was young and stupid, dumb and foolish
Anything that on my mind, yo I’m thinking I could do it
Any mountain in my way, and I’m thinking I could move it
Any dare, any day, I would take it, I would prove it
One day young as hell, yeah thinner than a toothpick
snow day, time to play, hey, just us two kids
I was 7 he was 10, I was such a nuisance
I said let’s go deep into the woods and get to goofing
so we did, it was freezing and we heard some shooting
dared him to run to the sound, he didn’t do it
so I pushed him, left him alone, that was some rude shit
I heard his voice say come back the same time that my boot slipped
took a spill down the hill, the ice wasn’t too thick
I broke through some deep water, I stopped moving
couldn’t swim very well, so I yelled to him
the first steps of drowning but he pulled me back through it
I met death four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
I should have died four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
I took a trip shortly after graduation
my AppState degrees gave me this aspiration
for international business and of faster pacing
imports and exports was so fascinating
what they get and they ship, what I ask the nations
used my time in world trade as my assertation
5 European countries gave me acclimations
so I hopped on a plane filled some applications
stop 1 London I couldn’t stand the waiting
eager to be in the presence of my admiration
Never in my wildest imagination
would I be prepared there for the blast that’s waiting
for me as I hop on to the transportation
of the London underground yo man I can’t relate it
to anything except extreme exasperation
we stopped dead in the tracks I heard an altercation
screaming panic, my heart started palpitating
a British accent yelling something about assassination
I saw smoke rolling out, before I started racing
toward the door then the stairs looking back and bracing
myself for some sort of intense confrontation
my head was aching, feeling total desperation
all alone, I haven’t even reached my destination
saw a couple people who suffered these lacerations
devastation through the streets of the population
cabs wasn’t running hotels wasn’t vacant
I snuck into a churches basement, sitting waiting
contemplating if id ever see my family’s faces
fate pacing for reincarnation
found out a group was plotting on eradication
the implications of poorly built activations
on the bombs was never able for detonation
I met death four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
I should have died four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
One night I was kicking it with Mikal kHill
drove out to Kannapolis so I could tighten skills
wrote and recorded a verse on the mic for real
we had booked a house party later and I liked the feel
but we had several hours so I might just chill
my cousin and Kreep with me, we went to Concord Mills
sat down at Macados ordered lots of beers
something ain’t hit right, I got lots of chills
passed out on the floor, I was proper ill
they carried me to the car, I was locked and still
got me home safe and sound, I popped some pills
thought I could just go and sleep it all off and heal
felt like it was just a hangover, a rotten deal
but that wasn’t the case, it was a monster’s will
my blood count really made the doctor squeal
A breath from death, h1n1 a conquered feel
I met death four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
I should have died four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
We had just wrapped up a great bassment show
packing up the weather started out with a trace of snow
we was having fun, we all hate to go
but that’s what we had to do, yeah our faces glowed
we said we loved each other, just to make it known
and to let each other know when we make it home
before I got out on the road,the flakes had grown
but I lived in Boone for years, I was great alone
confident as hell, music loud, straight in zone
I saw a funnel of snow like my fate was shown
I felt so at peace, then something breaks the flow
notice it was getting too thick, I tried to take it slow
that’s when it hit, I slipped, the brakes had froze
spun me around, hit the ground, and I skated close
to a guardrail I clipped and rotated slow
hit a tree, a few feet more, would have been serrated bones
I met death four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
I should have died four times in my life by now
but I got out of that light some how
and every time that I get knocked down
I get up and keep going
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I hate that the way my life, gets in the way of love
I just can’t say it enough, I’m here to make it better baby
I hate that the way my life, gets in the way of love
I just can’t say it enough, I’m here to make it better baby
Life’s hectic, especially at my speed
you’re on the kid’s mind everyday that I breathe
so it’s safe to say that you’re all that I need
communication’s getting better, no mind reads
define me as your protection, watch time freeze
open up your wings, baby girl, fly free
I would walk 500 miles with my feet
just to be the man to curl up to feel your fire heat
that you produce, seduce and hypnotize me
when you’re lying up under my sheets
forehead to forehead staring into eyes deep
got your knees knocking, rocking off of my speech
when I whisper songs when we sit in my seat
of my office, I’m so glad that you tried me
and that you still in my life, you surprise me
you’ve been the main reason that I’ve been showing my teeth
I hate that the way my life, gets in the way of love
I just can’t say it enough, I’m here to make it better baby
I hate that the way my life, gets in the way of love
I just can’t say it enough, I’m here to make it better baby
I know it’s been overwhelming for the both of us
but in the last few weeks that we’ve opened up
unconditional love that your soul can trust
talks, park walks filled with the jokes and stuff
I can see the future and I know it’s us
love blinded me at first, know my focus up
the most beautifullest art comes from broken stuff
at first I was sleeping but now I’ve woken up
from a bad dream that got me choking up
on my own tears and fears and now I’m posting up
in the corners of my mind, push me close enough
to build up, get to the point where I blow, erupt
so from now on I won’t hide, I’ll show my stuff
and you can lean on me babygirl, my shoulder’s tough
until the day that I die, I’ll be growing up
my heart’s on my sleeve for you to come and sew it up
I hate that the way my life, gets in the way of love
I just can’t say it enough, I’m here to make it better baby
I hate that the way my life, gets in the way of love
I just can’t say it enough, I’m here to make it better baby
I recall the ways, the days, the love we made
you’re the tree I leaned on when there wasn’t shade
love cut from the same cloth, we custom made
fits us just right, yikes yo I love the shape
we’re going to be alright if we trust in fate
I can’t wait to escape come and touch your face
just quality time, no need to rush the pace
sometimes this whole world is too much to take
one kiss I forget, oh I love the taste
makes my heart feel so warm like it’s oven baked
our conversations remove such a ton of weight
my eyes get wide to the side like the number 8
hold my hand Mrs. Bru, lets run away
no matter if it’s crazy raining or a sunny day
for you, phone calls, always just one away
run in each others arms it’s feeling something safe
I hate that the way my life, gets in the way of love
I just can’t say it enough, I’m here to make it better baby
I hate that the way my life, gets in the way of love
I just can’t say it enough, I’m here to make it better baby
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Mightier Than The Sword Records
return of the sword
Triple Bypass, under anesthesia baby
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could give you advice
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could get you a vice
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could help make it right
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could help save your life
I’ve been around the world, I’ve been around the block
music is a therapy, so use mine all around the clock
if you really feeling like you’re down to stop
take a moment and take a look around your flock
birds of a feather together up on a mountain top
can weather any storm that form all around their spot
when it rains it pours for sure it can drown a lot
but if you fortify your mindset like a mound of rocks
it can help divert the rain and amount of drops
that seeps through to you until all the downing stops
when it all dries be mindful of the pouncing fox
that’s been lurking, working on some ground to lock
in and prey on what they’ve found in stock
pretty much a metaphor for when I hear the sound of cops
we will all be standing right here when the counting stops
don’t forget were kings and queens, I can put your crown on top
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could give you advice
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could get you a vice
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could help make it right
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could help save your life
You in a crisis? then tell me what your vice is
and I can hit you right back with some prices
herbs and the spices, naughty and the nicest
things that make it easier when living though a virus
if you think you’re righteous even moreso you should try this
respect the science, take it in close your eyelids
just so you could feel how really getting high is
the haze keep you in a haze, hey word to Isaac
if you think you like it, don’t try to fight it
if you indecisive, walk me through your life lived
tell me what you’re going through, Bruski not a psychic
I can take you through it all, I can be your sidekick
dropping knowledge down like hitting on a right click
this life gets shitty, hitting harder than a night stick
I ain’t going out like that word to cypress
I’m here to hold you down, more tighter than my mic grip
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could give you advice
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could get you a vice
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could help make it right
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could help save your life
And I can help you if you’re close to the edge
cause you’re always in my heart and you’re always in my head
from the moment that it starts until the moment that I’m dead
I’ll be right there when the code gets red
or your hospital bed when the codes get read
I’m telling you right now that I know that this ledge
is so damn appealing, we all owing this bread
to somebody else but don’t go full fledged
it took your lifetime just to sew this thread
it took your lifeline just to grow this hedge
so lets listen to what the old man said
the love never stops, the love only spreads
the sweat and the tears and the blood that we shed
the stress and the fears and the grudge that we fed
I’m speaking straight to you, if you dug what I said
instead of all this hate we should be loving instead
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could give you advice
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could get you a vice
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could help make it right
let me know what youre going through
maybe I could help save your life
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I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do what I do
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do, what I do, yes sir
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do, what I do, yes sir
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
Honestly yo I used to be the jealous type
on a high horse thinking everything I said was right
walking with a chip on my shoulder, head on tight
at least that’s what I thought until a heavy fight
anger climbing up my soul like stairs and flights
hate ate my insides like a parasite
I had two goals in mind, my pair of sights
towers, until I fell like a Paris night
I know it all sounds careless right
but that’s really how Ty Bru carried life
ice grills, cold shoulders, I was rarely nice
thinking I was full of light, but I’m barely bright
never admitting I was scared of heights
but I claimed I was too fly like a pair of kites
I was straight see through like you stare at sprite
with a glass half empty unprepared for life
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do what I do
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do, what I do, yes sir
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do, what I do, yes sir
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
And all this hate that I’ve been feeling since the virus hit
depression a reflection of oppression and I’m fighting it
got me going bananas something like a rifle clip
and I predict if life permits the cycle splits the primal mix
the final fit, entitlement to tyrant shit
discipleship rivals the arrival of the triflest
I could risk it all by following the spiral dip
into this wild abyss but honestly I’d like to flip
the fuck out at all those with the spitefulness
an eye for an eye leaves us all up on a pirate ship
sailing up the river of denial, sick
cause we all know we right, some quoting bible scripts
others floating, open soaking in they righteousness
and I admit that I’ve been dripped in likenesses of biasness
the idleness of idols is dividing this
nation but hate ain’t the way that we surviving this
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do what I do
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do, what I do, yes sir
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do, what I do, yes sir
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
I think back pondering my past relationships
and how I reacted to problems I wasn’t facing it
a square peg that got around trying to make it fit
forcing what I thought was love but it was basicness
taking this kiss overcomplicating it
adding more flames to the fire while I was baking this
pie with the apple of my eye, a favorite
it got too hot, overcooked and I wasted it
stale down to the smell but I still tasted it
took hearts broke them apart, put a stake in it
not too smart, never knew I had a stake in it
unknowingly destroying all the sacredness
breaking it, in a million pieces and replacing it
with a numb feeling, sealing the pervasiveness
Content mirages no matter how opaque it is
on the outside, but inside, where the hate was hid
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do what I do
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do, what I do, yes sir
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
that’s what I do, what I do, yes sir
I gotta get this hate up out my heart
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The fourth studio album from Asheboro, NC native, Ty Bru and the first solo album from the artist in ten years.
