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Claps
01:12
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robert talking about graduation
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2. |
Storybook
03:16
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I know that hes pretty cool
And im sure that hes pretty nice
But i have got this stupid song that i can play most every night.
And i have all this poetry
That you sat down and wrote for me
And i have no doubt in my mind
That this will last us a life time.
And i cant even play this right,
I fuck up every single time.
But you still wanna talk to me
When i get sad you calm me b.
sometimes all the things we say
Theyre just lines from story books
From paragrapghs to epitaphs to ever single syllable.
And i dont remember when it felt this good before. And i dont remember when it got this baddd. (The highs and high the lows are low, just close your eyes and then let go, just roll the dice, fall into snow. The highs are high, the highs are high!)
And i guess ive been sad today
And i know you know ive been that way
I think thats why you called me up
To hear your voice and talk about stuff.
I Think a lot about the end, for the first time ill admit that friend.
Though words are sweet it still dont beat
The chemical imbalances.
Though thats not true, least not for you.
Cuz its deeper than just "cool, hows school?"
Your words and cadence are some things
That Ive grown to appreciate.
And i know of codependency and know thats its not good for me. Ive heard it sung in old songs true, that dont mean i cant think of you.
And everything youve ever done, not just for me but anyone.
When you spend the seasons with somebody
You start to think of them. As the winter and autumn and th springs cool rain up to warm sunset ends.
And i think i might cry tonight cuz im lost in her eyes,
And when you memorize my songs its kills me
And when you start to sing a long it kills me
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3. |
PRAY
01:36
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And i saw you wear my sweater
While i was pulled up in the bathroom
you pulled the hood over your head
And took it off as i came back
And i heard your voice singing
While i was coming over
Walking up the stairs i
Could hear notes slip through the cracks
And i pray that we move forward
And i pray that we stay golden
and i pray time its slows down
And i pray you'll love me back
The thing i miss most about you
Besides the way your heart beats
Is the purest eyes that look up and
Make me feel like im finally me
Yknow i just read what you wrote
More than lil over a year ago
The worst thought is knowing youre alone
While im also alone
I like the way you get mad at me
I swear i didnt mean to be early
You got the facepack on my shirt and it was kinda really funny
So i took it off and then we kissed we were all green.
How can i still get worried that youre gonna leave me.
- please dont leave me.
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4. |
Doin' Yer Hair
03:00
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Theres a new thing ive been feeling,
Its festered i think while i have been growing
Its called having those thoughts,
And knowing theyll leave ×2
Then? Wait theres also jealousy
And ive been having dreams
Ones way past 17. Where your new boyfriend is taller than me. Thats called
Hating yourself and feeling alone, ×2
A lot a bit of insecurities
And everybodies talking bout their big plans
And everybodies talking where theyll be
And eveeybodies talkin about their bullshit
But I want to be living
With you in an old town
old green couch, that you wrote down in poems,
I want to be chilling
Inside your building
Just doing your hair doin your hair doin doin doin yer hair doing yer hair.
And ian your album dopes, i swear its better than big fish
If i still had my old dog, while id walk her and l would probably listen to it.
If i never get to say, why i truly write these songs, most of em are for a girl i met in a little place i now call home.
And id probably get it, wrong on the first 4 tries!
Youd laugh at md comfortable,
Now just a casual sight
And if it takes us just all night, would that be alright?
Doin yer hair doin doin
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5. |
Mixtapes
02:24
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I made a mixtape, for my old friend
5th grade hallway maybe swapped 20 of em
And he moved away so i let him go
But when he comes back
Its like no time has passed
And we listen to the strokes.
I made a mixtape for my first love
And now she's taller im glad i got to watch her grow
Sometimes i dont text back just not to dig that up, but your first love is your first love.
And sometimes i dream
Of what couldve been
But shes was a firework and i was just a little spark
I made a mixtape for my best friend, something that says id love a kiss on the forehead but youre far away so heres some songs instead. its mostly kyle hall, and his songs still mean a lot. But she says dont depend on me to make you feel like you should be happy.
Ill make a mixtape, for all my friends, the ones i love but dont see very often. One that we'll play on our rides, once its warm enough to ride our bikes, but no matter how hard I try, I can never find the perfect combination.
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6. |
ATL Interlude
01:26
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Im gonna shave my head when you leave this summer
I think itll make me feel younger yknow how much id love to feel younger
I dont even like to write all these songs no more
I just want to lay in bed like those times before
I wanna be the donald glover of my life
Id like to make new things go right
Id like to deal with my problems
To be alive and exist
Atlanta Clip
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7. |
Sour Patch Backpack
01:36
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Youre heart feels so heavy,
Through your poems and ryhmes
Eating some Sour patch kids from the bottom of your backpack
Run your fingers cross my thigh, ohmy god oh my god oh i love when you do that.
Funny how this distance / is short but im still missin / the way you say an end of/ a cute and flowy sentence / im running fingers down your words /split notches of yer spine in thirds / know you want me /know you see me / pretend like im not even heard. Soldier up and give me more / learn not to care and just move forward / fuck the pain / fuck the past / though its fucking me right back / ill sing bout what i sing/ ill just cycle back and forth / had this song when i was nothing/ way to weak to put shit forward /
Youre heart feels so heavy,
Through your poems and rhymes
Eating some Sour patch kids from the bottom of your backpack
Run your fingers cross my thigh, ohmy god oh my god oh i love when you do that.
Got a dope girl / and i know you love her / with her ten toes down / and her legs of wonder. And know you jelly / and you dont like me / embracing her now / you cold and lonely. Not at the top but shit close enough / while you in bed / im recording stuff/ and you wanna "make it" / and you wanna do it / show me the effort show me the music / man wheres the rhythm and wheres the movement? Your bars are fire? You better prove it.
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8. |
That's Just You
01:18
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I'm not sorry if you keep saying it
Please stop fucking talking, didn’t ask your opinion
You’ll never be more than these rooms or all these walls
And once you finally get out of highschool
Youll get some facetious titled job
Wait I can’t do what? I’m sorry I paid for it.
And her hands her hand her hand
Imma contradict
Oh boy youre moody and defensive !
Your face looks gross when you’re being a dick.
It’s funny how you take take take when you need a shoulder
You complain about your friends
And in the same breath tell me how you love them
You say im an asshole still
You probably tell her behind my back
Like oh fuck him he’s so involved
With all his music
And all his flaws
His stupid jokes
His clumsy words
All he dont know
He’s just the worst
I know youre sleepin lone tonight,
You’ll most likely think that you are right
So sensitive so underplayed
Ill never call you up on your birthday
Cuz i dont mean to be so mean
Wait maybe actually I do
Oh you think you might be the best?
Oh it maybe crazy, but thats just you
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9. |
Blue in the Wind
02:26
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Everything you told me is making my eyes and hands see, my heart beat, I can’t breathe, lightning strikes, hopefully tomorrow I’m alright. Are you around? You’re not oh thats fine, maybe movement isn’t what I need, So comfortable I lay and freeze. Balance your thoughts on me. we could sit and just stare at your beauty, Im getting woozy
And I’m different now, too learned to be at home
I twist my neck to get a look at
All your notebook pages, and all your love floating off your sparkling fingertips
I want go to prom with you again
Twirling your dress blue in the wind
download this song up on your phone
I wanna feel real weird with you again
(You’re soft as heck when we’re alone)
I wanna fall in love with you more than one oh how bout twice?, your brown legs are crossed, You turn before calling to me
and all your love floating off your sparkling fingertips
and all your love floating off your sparkling fingertips
I would love to watch that movie with you more than once, id like to every single week are we really talkin bout movies?
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10. |
Fears (Pt.1 and Pt.2)
02:26
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I remember where I was wrong,
I remember where I’ve been found
I remember the marketplace
where we sat and we ate
And it was so very dark
I remember your heart
Leaping up against mine
I remember our legs
Dangling off of the side
I remember it all
I remember this song
That we had sang
I remember hearts that were broken on the same damn day
I remember it all
I remember it clear
I remember finding nothing in all this something
But then finding so much something here
I remember my heart
As it grew to love you
I remember the fear when
It started to trust you too
I remember the pain
Though now its real dull
Know it could be that again, in a second or moment, or possibly never
I remember it all
I remember my head
I remember nights where i would stay awake cuz i was gonna see you the next morning.
And there is a picture of us
That is too new to get nostalgic about
There are these fears that i had
All these fears that I have
On the nights you're not around
Association dissociation
I wonder if im ever gonna make it
I wonder if I’ll take the time to fake it
Wonder if ill slow it down or waste it
Association dissociation
Fuck the texts and fuck the conversations
I wonder if I end up with the fragrance
I wonder if you end up really famous
(i remember it all)
Not boy enough, not brown enough, not whole enough for you
Not brown enough, not there enough, not whole enough for you
Not hard enough, not soft enough, not whole enough for you
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11. |
my house, late afternoon
04:28
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Baby would you leave me? On a nother continent? Oh baby would you leave me? Cuz of stupid things i said.
And baby would you mourn?
Forget that i was born?
Cmon now tell the truth.
Id still be loving you.
You know that youre the one
whenever that is done
Will be the day i die
Days pass for you and i
We both still hold the love
Hardnot to feel alone
my thoughts get all fucked up
i lie in bed at home.
And all these morbid lyrics
Fill no temperament, and all that you are hearing, is empty right straight from my head.
This is where im insecure
This is where i lose my mind
This is where i go insane
For the hundreth fucking time
Im hiding all the words
From the texts that i have saved
I wamted to be heard
But found out the other day
That love is attention
And love isnt morals
Love is suspension
Of all that is cordial
Love isnt a kiss or something i could buy
Its the way the way i feel secure
Whenever you say hi
And lately its been low
But i guess that makes some sense
It has been a while
And weve grown together since
I know that it will be fine
Ill see you in a day
Ill kiss you and i can tell
Things will.be okay
Right now thought its the ice
Im stuck in time to time
The one i rubbed across your back
You know all of what i lack.
Cuz love is attention
I always put my love on people. I dont think theres another way. These are reprrcussions of my evil. These are reprrcusdions of my ways.
Im afriad so ill sing this one soft now so you dont know what i say. Im afriad so ill scream this one loud so you know what i say. I know the confidence comes from you baby.
These arent even lyrics this straight up what im feeling, these songs dont even play, or come off very authentic.
And shit if we break up, you know what would be tough? Is that i would probably want to help you. And thatd be kind of strange, helping disengage, you from myself.
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