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Old Enough
01:30
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How old am I? Man, I’m old enough, but I never feel like I know enough
I just skim through all I’ve been through til I hit the root like a swollen gum
That’s growing up. Fault-ridden, man, I’m owning up
I was ‘gone fishing’; in the zone for months
Now I’m Raw living and you know what’s up
Yeah, you know what’s up. Tell the mortician I ain’t old enough
’Til my blood drips, tell them: Tough shit, I ain’t done yet ’til I’m old as fuck
Below the sun; cold feet - no hope in trust
Always treat the front with unease at first cos I’m skeptical of a fleeting love
So here’s the song. Don’t lie, nah, no taste
They’ve been caught fibbing with a bold face. Now the song’s different like the notes changed
And it’s okay. Burned the bridge with an old flame
I was condescending. They were caught with evidence and called me everything to cope with shame
That’s passé. Fuck that, I’m past blame
Spent my last change in that café, where the spider spun a web in bad faith
But it’s alright. Felt a come up on those long nights
I was young once, fell in pup love, still I’m love drunk on a wrong vice
How old am I?
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Red Giant
01:24
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We went fae five-a-sides to this joint is sidey-ing
Born in ’92, I guess that makes me a 90s kid
Told my truth in rap, man, that shit was enlightening
My words track my past in any pad that I write them in
I was enticed by thoughts of life and dying young
Hand over three £10s for something I ain’t know the science of
I’m just having fun, still I spit like dying suns
That could’ve been my fate; at the gate I meet the highest one
On the low, tho, I still get high on the regular
Pregnant pause when we talk and they mention her
Truthfully I know I really should forget her but
I’m an artist, my heart beat's irregular
I’ve been playing it back in the back of my mind
In the back of the ‘baccy pouch, a little habit I grind
I was having a bad year now my calendar’s fine
With a joint in my hand and all my pals by my side
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Lemon Haze
02:34
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You don’t know what you do
That what I tell myself to get back with you
Even though I know you know
Even though I know you know
Don’t fall in love
Cos I can’t really catch that feeling
I don’t really have that feeling
How could you forget what I meant to you if I
Meant what you said, I don’t think that I did
And I don’t think that you knew what was true
And alright that cool, but I won’t be your fool
She arrived in my flat in a beanie
I gave her three strokes like a motherfucking genie
She said that I’m a meanie because she never sees me
I say that shit is wild while I’m turning up the TV
I’ve heard it all before like she’s stuttering, a repeat
And I don’t need a buzzkill, hovering, so bee, flee
Free like a bird to depart and just leave me
I tell her if she goes imma make that shit easy
Until she tries to go, shit had me like woah
Cos I was still in love, felt attached to her soul
But I could never show, cos having feels is gross
So I just play it cool like I’m yesterday’s toast
Bus due in five minutes I suggest you get that
Don’t talk about your ex or when he gets back
Speaking of your ex you might wanna text back
You’ve been sexting him all night, yeah, you wanna check that
Yeah, you wanna check that
Don’t fall in love
Cos I can’t really catch that feeling
I don’t really have that feeling
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