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released January 27, 2015

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Track Name: Hear Me Now
Verse 1

Oh you got mad bars? Hundreds of bars?
You mean the mothafuckin Xanax you pop in your cars?
You've got a little bit of Ritalin? A couple of cups?
You got some Addy in a baggy for a couple of bucks?

You've got a real good high, but a low IQ
I don't know if you've got it popping, but you know I do
I get it popping when I'm rocking the beats and stocking defeats
I could shut it down like I'm blocking the streets

I've got the bass high, treble to match
You can run it up the court and I'ma dribble it back
Because you never gonna pass me by, ask me why?
'Cause I'ma get my future, leave my past behind

And I'ma leave y'all with it, want it and I'ma get it
All them mothafuckas be missing it if I did it
And none of you mothafuckas be listening when I spit that shit
You mothafuckas never get that shit


Bridge 1

Never hearing what I say, just the words I use
Overshadowing mothafuckas with the bird's-eye views
Rhyme schemes you ain't even heard of yet
And I'm causing a fucking ruckus, got the world upset

Saying you the best? You ain't better than this
I've got a rookie repertoire full of veteran hits
I've got the veteran spit game, taking over the genre
Play me on repeat, I'm a mothafuckin mantra


Chorus

Tell me, can you hear me now? Mothafucka can you hear me now?
Clearly now? So you mothafuckas hear me now, but do you mothafuckas fear me now?
Do you hear me now? Or do you fucking just fear me now?
Tell me, do you feel me now? Sincerely now?
I really didn't wanna have to get loud, I just wanted you to hear me now

Tell me, can you hear me now? Mothafucka can you hear me now?
Clearly now? So you mothafuckas hear me now, but do you mothafuckas fear me now?
Do you hear me now? Or do you fucking just fear me now?
Tell me, do you feel me now? Sincerely now?
I really didn't wanna have to get loud, I just wanted you to hear me now


Verse 2

I'm a lyrical miracle straight up out of the burbs
I'm in the woods out in back of your hoods, I'm burning herbs
Going higher, higher, and playing with fire
I've got a team of designers making promotional flyers

Sike, I make my own shit bro
I did it on my own, and better than your shitshow
Ooh, you drop mills on your damn PR?
I've got skills, about to open up Cam PR

I go off, killing 'em, lights out, padiddle 'em
Little bit of a joker, might have to riddle 'em
Be a billionaire, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark 'em
Got them/Gotham all going insane, they going Arkham

Archimedes couldn't figure it out
See, these bitches wonder what I'm spitting about
But does it matter? As long as I stay climbing the ladder
Does it matter? As long as the bass is getting fatter


Bridge 2

Does it matter who I am or what I do?
Mothafucka going harder than a 4 by 2,
So fuck a 2 by 4, so who do you ride for?
Got my diehard few, but who would you die for?

Does it matter who we are or what we do?
We've got the future in our hands and we don't need you
So keep judging us, keep on bitching and mean-mugging us
We can't even hear what you're saying, it's just bugging us


Chorus

Tell me, can you hear me now? Mothafucka can you hear me now?
Clearly now? So you mothafuckas hear me now, but do you mothafuckas fear me now?
Do you hear me now? Or do you fucking just fear me now?
Tell me, do you feel me now? Sincerely now?
I really didn't wanna have to get loud, I just wanted you to hear me now

Tell me, can you hear me now? Mothafucka can you hear me now?
Clearly now? So you mothafuckas hear me now, but do you mothafuckas fear me now?
Do you hear me now? Or do you fucking just fear me now?
Tell me, do you feel me now? Sincerely now?
I really didn't wanna have to get loud, I just wanted you to hear me now
Track Name: Olde English
I ain't fucking with molly, I ain't fucking with E
If you ain't fucking with talent, then you ain't fucking with me
It's like I'm not even a rapper, I'm a spitting machine
Bitch I'm a fiend, I make nightmares out of your dreams

I'm in the River Styx, sipping D'Ussé with Medusa
Writer, rapper, designer, entrepreneur, and producer
Like a fully automatic and a fucking bazooka
See some sizable sutures up in your future

When I pull up in that '05 tan sedan
I call 'em out, one-on-one, man-to-man
Because I'm lyrically strapped approx. 25/8
But I can't even hear you bitches, you bitches on vibrate

I can body your old flow, and I'll body your new one
I'd refer you to better rappers if goddamnit I knew one
I'd refer you to better rappers if they even exist
You'll never beat this, cease and desist, class dismissed

Rolling in that four-door really whack shit
So I know you on that no-dough, celiac shit
May be new to the game but still hotter than a skillet
Spin a track, sit back, and watch me kill it

Murder it, marauder it, lean-back-and-water it
Fat Joe - Terror Squad, Joe Budden - I slaughter it
Kidnap-the-family-and-ransom it
Then I Ted-Kaczynski-Charles-Manson it

I went down, down baby, his street in the Optima
I chopped him up and mopped him up,
I'm going down, down baby, your street in the Kia
I can hear ya, you better get to ducking if I see ya

'Cause if I see you, you in the ICU
'Cause you be on that type of bullshit that I see through
'Cause you the type that get to bitching when your fame get snatched
Tell 'em game, set, match

Tryna talk to me but they rambling, rambling,
Turned up the heat, now they scrambling, scrambling,
Tell 'em to check what's in the addendum, then flex
I'm staying on 'em 'til I end 'em, semtex
Track Name: Good Day
1, 2, 3 - come through me?
You're gonna run through and end up in the 1-2 seat
‘Cause see I am the one to beat, the one who defeats
All these folks, all of you folks jokes

All of you folks scared, all of you jokes choke
So all of you choking joke folks can get smoked
I provoke folks and I revoke revocations,
Invoke your croak and delegate your delegations

I don’t give a damn about the shit you’ve got
The shit you rock, the shit you cop, I kid you not
None of that shit does shit for your résumé,
You lack lyrics, soul, you lack spirit

All them nice houses, all them nice cars,
Do not change the fact you lack them nice bars,
I could break you off a piece like a Kit-Kat
Sit back, relax, as I get that

That’s how I’m feeling, if you don’t like it then get out
Lyrical laxative, I’m letting my shit out
Newcomer but do it like the veterans do,
Mothafucka my little brother writes better than you

If you wanna say shit, you can get merked
Find me in the basement, putting in work
Putting in hours, pulling out lines,
Feeling like I’m fishing, but I’m pulling out rhymes

Bitch

Turn it up like the amp low
Think you're fucking with me, but you be fucking with the camp though
Try to keep up with the Cam-flow
You be saying you can spit sick bars, but you can’t though

Your shit’s amateur, adequate at best
I’mma keep a couple competitors and massacre the rest
It’s a blood bath, you could get your face chopped
Yeah Yeah Yeah, Heads Roll when the bass drop

I spit puns on levels you can’t teach
I’ve got the Ebenezer bezels, the bezels you can’t reach
Not grammatically correct? I call it freedom of speech
I’ve got a story, best believe I’mma preach

“But Cam, you had it made, you had it easy as shit,
I mean there’s people in the world with like diseases and shit,
Your life’s great, don’t be such a little bitch, man, nut up,
Couldn’t be that bad, whatever it is-” Shut up.

Don’t try to tell me what I’ve been through
Usually nice, but test me and I will end you
Test me and I will send you
To meet your maker, spit the fire hotter than Jamaica

Bitch

Get buck like a bronco
I was fucking with bars while you was fucking with the blanco
Working on my flow, you was working on your foreplay
You say you're winning but that isn‘t what the boards say

You a thug? You can meet me on the blacktop
Ready for my close-up, you can be the backdrop
You’re in the shot, but you are not the focal,
Lemme get to the point, and lemme make it vocal

Hold up, hold up, hold up, you a hoe
I’ma need you to bounce, you gotta go
Gotta go, gotta gotta go get ‘em
Try to beat me but I’m never gon’ let ‘em

Oh, you in a band? What’s it’s name again?
See, y’all came to play, but I came to win
You should know that if you wanna be cocky you need some evidence
Keep running your mouth and I‘m running up in your residence

Overcompensating, Monster-Trucking on the mic
You're spitting in gibberish, Donald-Ducking on the mic
But if bird’s the word, then I’m chucking a noun
Fucking with sound while you mothafuckas fucking around

Good day, sir

[Gene Wilder]
"I said good day!"
Track Name: Talk
Hook

Oh you wanna talk shit? Let’s talk
You wanna bark like a bitch? Then let’s walk
Do the left, left, left right left
Do the one to step through the park

Yo, it don’t really matter if it’s dark or not
Got a comment? Come meet me in the parking lot
‘Cause... Any time of day, any time of night,
Anytime I talk I’m right

I’m right, you’re wrong, it’s over
It don’t matter if I’m drunk or sober
Even once this song is over
Anytime I talk I’m right

I’m right, you’re wrong, it’s over
It don’t matter if I’m drunk or sober
Even once this song is over
Anytime I talk I’m right


Verse 1

Say what you want, do what you want, geez
These bitches be so up in arms, please
You ain’t never been shit, what the fuck changed?
Hey look, nothing at all, everything is the same

I’m a wizard on the track, practicing lyrical tactics
That got you bitches thinking that it’s magic
And it’s tragic, but if it’s got a pulse, I’ll check it
Try to step to me, that’ll be your last record

Bruh, let me make myself clearer,
The shit I do here you practice in the mirror
Can’t keep up with the flow, can’t match the pace
Don’t know half the bars, can’t follow the bass, like

Bravo man, good for you
I mean you got an A for effort, but it kinda blew
Like, whoop dee doo, I’m trippin’ balls like Blue skidoo
We can too, the whole damn crew (The fuck are you?)


Hook

Oh you wanna talk shit? Let’s talk
You wanna bark like a bitch? Then let’s walk
Do the left, left, left right left
Do the one to step through the park

Yo, it don’t really matter if it’s dark or not
Got a comment? Come meet me in the parking lot
‘Cause... Any time of day, any time of night,
Anytime I talk I’m right

I’m right, you’re wrong, it’s over
It don’t matter if I’m drunk or sober
Even once this song is over
Anytime I talk I’m right

I’m right, you’re wrong, it’s over
It don’t matter if I’m drunk or sober
Even once this song is over
Anytime I talk I’m right


Verse 2

You a fool so allow me to school you
I’ll show you how to spit it like you‘re one of the cool few
‘Cause right now all that you barely manage to do
Is drop jaw and you’re starting to drool, dude

I believe in giving credit where the credit is due
So give it up and give it to me, ‘cause I’m coming for you
See, I‘m a props collector, and you owe me a few
'Cause I did more than anybody ever did for you

So now I better get to playing funky mothafuckin music
‘Cause they’re callin’ me a white boy
And now that I’m the first white rapper that don’t sound the part
They wanna put me in the psych ward
Like, who-dat, who-dat? Another fake-ass
Selling-out-rapper-gone-pop, man it’s too bad, too bad
Why they do that, do that, d-do dat dat dat?
Where they do that at, that fucking durag scat? (The fuck is that?)


Hook

Oh you wanna talk shit? Let’s talk
You wanna bark like a bitch? Then let’s walk
Do the left, left, left right left
Do the one to step through the park

Yo, it don’t really matter if it’s dark or not
Got a comment? Come meet me in the parking lot
‘Cause... Any time of day, any time of night,
Anytime I talk I’m right

I’m right, you’re wrong, it’s over
It don’t matter if I’m drunk or sober
Even once this song is over
Anytime I talk I’m right

I’m right, you’re wrong, it’s over
It don’t matter if I’m drunk or sober
Even once this song is over
Anytime I talk I’m right


Verse 3

You keep on running your goddamn mouth
I’ll strike you dead in your spot
So it doesn’t really matter what the wristwatch cost
It turned your head, did it not?

I mean, if I say yes, you say no
But bitch I run this mothafucka, Usain Bolt
So what I say goes, whether you like it or not
But if I’m on the mic rockin', you gon’ like it a lot

So fuck a drop top, bitch I been hot
Since I was popping them pop rocks, watching you playin hopscotch
Spit it nonstop, while you up in a chop shop
Pop, Lock & Dropping right out of your crop top

I’ve gotta breathe, please
Please just leave me alone, I’ve gotta breathe
Geez, what you all up in my face for?
I’ll leave your mothafuckin body by the baseboard


Hook

Oh you wanna talk shit? Let’s talk
You wanna bark like a bitch? Then let’s walk
Do the left, left, left right left
Do the one to step through the park

Yo, it don’t really matter if it’s dark or not
Got a comment? Come meet me in the parking lot
‘Cause... Any time of day, any time of night,
Anytime I talk I’m right

I’m right, you’re wrong, it’s over
It don’t matter if I’m drunk or sober
Even once this song is over
Anytime I talk I’m right

I’m right, you’re wrong, it’s over
It don’t matter if I’m drunk or sober
Even once this song is over
Anytime I talk I’m right
Track Name: Big Booty
Hook (Ca$h Out)

Ha, you know I love money though
And you know I love me a big booty hoe
Yea, and I'm probably with your wifey
That's the main reason why they don't like me

You ain't never seen a nigga like me
Probably post up with your wifey
Yea, and you know I love money though
And you know I love me a big booty hoe


Verse 1

When I walk into the room I get a round of applause
I swear the party got more shorties than The Wizard of Oz
Somebody get me some gauze, I'mma get to breaking some jaws
I came in swinging, choir singing, I'm defying the odds

Cook you in ten minutes, like a Chinese
Cause you're two-faced, like a Siamese
Brr- you a frigid-ass bitch
I'm a mothafuckin giant, you a midget-ass bitch

You be tweaking off of something, you a fidget-ass bitch
You a "I-heard-you-a-rapper-what's-your-digits"-ass bitch
Tell her "401-no-thanks-but-I'm-flattered-though,
I'd rather spend time putting rappers in the catacombs"


Hook (Ca$h Out)

Ha, you know I love money though
And you know I love me a big booty hoe
Yea, and I'm probably with your wifey
That's the main reason why they don't like me

You ain't never seen a nigga like me
Probably post up with your wifey
Yea, and you know I love money though
And you know I love me a big booty hoe


Verse 2

Cough, cough, my lungs a little foggy
Try to listen close, 'cause my throat's a little froggy
My car might suck and I might be broke
But bitch you blowing everybody while I just blow smoke

Yes, bitch, I'm calling you a whore
Thinking that you're cute, you're just the slut next door
Legs stay open, 24-hour drive thru
Slide through, how many dudes stay when they ride you?

Tell me how many dudes you've fucking lied to
How many dudes you another bitch-on-the-side to
Boss-ass bitch with your leggings and shit
But on the ground fucking begging for shit?

Bitch


Hook (Ca$h Out) [2x]

Ha, you know I love money though
And you know I love me a big booty hoe
Yea, and I'm probably with your wifey
That's the main reason why they don't like me

You ain't never seen a nigga like me
Probably post up with your wifey
Yea, and you know I love money though
And you know I love me a big booty hoe
Track Name: Howard
Hook

Ladies and gentlemen, this is hella-high Howard
Red eyes, squintin’ up on top of the Eiffel Tower
Is it me or is it smellin’ like that real OG?
I got the hella best strains, even better brainpower


Verse 1

Hi, I’m Howard, I’m high, I’m High Howard
I’m sorta like Slim Shady but more like a shy coward
‘Cause I really don’t like to leave my house unless I’m...
...High.

I’m obnoxious, with my knee-high socks and flip flops
But this is hip-hop so it don’t matter
I got the best, yes, better than the rest, got that hella high-grade
Smartfood, get the dome fatter

Get it? Ask me anything you want - Reddit
I’m an open book - long one, for the record
I been out here, putting in work ethic
So at the slots, bet I hit the max bet with it

Ding ding, that’s another couple bills for the bills
Another couple things on my credit card still
Get Azealia Banks up in the place
‘Cause ya boy been Broke With Expensive Taste, what


Hook [2x]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is hella-high Howard
Red eyes, squintin’ up on top of the Eiffel Tower
Is it me or is it smellin’ like that real OG?
I got the hella best strains, even better brainpower


Verse 2

Ayo Teej, I need an eighth like pronto
I’m on the Elite Four and need it while I’m in Kanto
Know I gotta get the green before I go to Johto
If I ain’t flying high, how am I gonna catch Ho-Oh?

Ayo Chris, think I’ma need a couple dutches
Two pineapple games, the double dutch is what the clutch is
Where the fuck is all these other mothafuckas comin’ in from
See, I can smell ‘em, so tell ‘em run and get my dim sum

10 minute, 5 dollar, 2 chopsticks
I bite back, Rottweiler, suck a cock bitch
I'm on a roll, call ground control
Because bitch I'm the pilot, get out of my fucking cockpit

Dinner on the Eiffel Tower, that ain’t a fucking joke
I take trips, go on and check the bill, you’ll fucking choke
Yea, where you been, Price Rite?
Bitch, French nightlife been my fucking nightlight

Je dis ce que tu penses. Ce que tu dises c’est des conneries.
Assez de tes bouffonneries. Tes bouffonnerie c’est cochonnerie.
Salut, salope. Te foutre. Go on and fuck yourself
I’m high as fuck, what the fuck rhymes with fuck yourself?


Hook [2x]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is hella-high Howard
Red eyes, squintin’ up on top of the Eiffel Tower
Is it me or is it smellin’ like that real OG?
I got the hella best strains, even better brainpower


(Breakdown)


Hook

Ladies and gentlemen, this is hella-high Howard
Red eyes, squintin’ up on top of the Eiffel Tower
Is it me or is it smellin’ like that real OG?
I got the hella best strains, even better brainpower
Track Name: Tin Cup
Verse 1

My dad's like “Why you gotta cuss like that?”
But my lines are a cap I've gotta bust like that
No cash so the grind is a must like that
No gas finna run up on the bus like that
Get no rest ’til I rest in peace, peace of mind is on the decrease
I spit a verse, leave ‘em all deceased, yes I go HAM bitch I go beast, beast

Beast, going mothafuckin apeshit
Say you making records but you never make shit
Now you hating on my records ‘cause I make hits
I be taking shots, all you do is take shits, yea

Yea, this that let-me-spell-it-out flow,
Slow-it-down-so-you-can-figure-it-out flow,
"Ayo Cam, why you spit so fast?
If people can’t keep up, then your shit won’t last"

Every time a mothafucka wanna come and get a piece of me
I give it to 'em cause a mothafucka thirsty
Damn I feel like I be giving everybody presents
You can call me Cam Claus every mothafuckin Thursday
See my face? Hope it gives you hell
What? Mothafucka I don’t need your help
I’ma do it, I’ma take over the world
And you’ll be by yourself, yea


Verse 2

I’m the mothafuckin’ man, you don’t understand it
You? You just part of my plan, this is how I planned it
People said Please Hammer, Don’t Hurt ‘Em
But Cam came through and Cam straight murdered ‘em

I’m the man, so you know my shit hard
I’m a fucking Visa, you a Visa Gift Card
Dreaming of Ibiza while I’m sipping Shipyard
I’m a fire flame spitter, so your shit get charred

I ain’t never heard of him, what’s he doing?
Like, who the fuck is this kid? Who gave him the mic?
Got something to say? Then save it for your arraignment
I’m an entertainer, so this is the entertainment

Bitch, keep sending me ass snapchats
I’ma snapchat back with my snapback
You’ll be in the crowd while I’m here performing
Shots fired, but none of them were a warning


Verse 3

I’m the mothafuckin’ boss, you should cut your losses
You? You think you popped off, need to hold your horses
You think you hot, but you ain’t dropped shit
You say that people love it, but they ain’t copped shit

Flow might sound funny but that’s cause I’m fun
Got ‘em looking mad, but that’s cause I won
Get out of my territory, 'cause that’s what I run
Maybe you can come back someday when I’m done

Oh you run the streets? Well I ain’t from the streets
I’m from the porch, mothafucka, got the comfy seats
Got my feet propped up, Capri Sun and some Dunkaroos
I’m a burbs kid, bitches, who the fuck are you?

Ain’t know shit? You content with that?
Oh you got no job? Pay your rent with that?
Oh you smoke that weed, but you rent the bag?
Because you ain’t got cash, never paying it back?
I’m a born stunner, I’ll be working all summer
We 'bout to make a movie, better fucking Warn A Brother
Track Name: G Shit
Verse 1

Fall back like it’s DST
I'ma be running the game like it’s PS3
I’m at the ATM, you on the EBT
You're ‘bout to see me overseas on the BBC

C.A.M. M.C. G.O.D.
The V.I.P. M.V.P.
If you like it, you can go and get the MP3
And if you don’t then you probably just envy me

I’m hot shit, tell me something that I don’t know
Always say they gonna drop shit, then they don’t though
Money where your mouth is, bars where your lips are
You're rated G, like you're something out of Pixar

G-rating, not G-status
You wanna be a G? Then you've gotta be the baddest
You've gotta be the best, I guess I’m gonna have to teach shit
Since nobody wanna make G shit


Hook

This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and wholes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em


Verse 2

Throw a nickel and the dimes all drop
Your beats might be hood, but your rhymes all pop
If you didn’t write it, then fire your ghostwriter
And if you did write it, then hire a ghostwriter

Your rhymes suck like a vacuum, Dyson
Leave a couple marks on your face like Tyson
So I guess you could say I do it like Mike
I ain't rocking them Jordans, but I'm rocking the mic

I ain't happy with it 'til it sound bad as fuck
You so-called "hood" dudes sound mad as fuck
Because the chubby white boy from around the way
Could out-rap your ass any time of day

Your street cred only matters in the street
You need real skills and some talent to compete
Had to get down to it, and it's only on my free shit
Since nobody wanna make G shit


Hook

This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and wholes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em


Verse 3

Black jeans, black T-shirt, brown Tims,
Watch whatcha sayin when you talk around him
Walk around acting like I own the place
'Cause when I get my money right, I'ma own the place

Huff puff and I'm blowing the place down
I'm picking the pace up and throwing the bass down
I'm turning my face down but keeping my eyes up
I normally lay low, I'm beginning to rise up

I'm the dude that gets this shit done
48 bars to tell you you've got none
I'm one of those kids from your high school that's tryna be a rapper
The difference is I'm doing it and all of them others just chatter

If they saying otherwise, tell 'em they can fuck off, please
'Cause people from my high school are making my coffees
This my I-don't-give-a-fuck-cause-mothafucka-I'm-me shit,
Since nobody wanna make G shit


Hook

This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and wholes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em
Track Name: Vaux
Two halves make a whole, right?
And to just be whole is the goal, right?
Well tell me what do you get when the whole gets split?
You get shit hitting the fan, and kicking the can begins

Fuck my wins, I count my losses
Ain’t nobody winning but the bosses, that’s how it feels
When you need pills just to make you laugh, and to make you smile
When you know to get what they have will take you a while

My mommy and daddy split up before I could walk
Before I could talk, before I could tell the fucking difference
Court dates, blustery fights for custody rights
But child support and supporting a child are fucking different

Two homes, two Christmases
And you find yourself asking just what a Christmas is
Then your new goal becomes just trying to get your happy back
Living life day in and day out like you’re a hackeysack

With Mom 'til 2:00, with Dad 'til 10:00
And it’ll all be better someday but I’m mad 'til then
I’m like a class pet with people taking turns taking care of it
Aware of it, this life that I’m living, and hell, I’m scared of it

Mom and I fight because we’re just too different
But Dad and I fight because we’re both the same
We’re both stubborn assholes, with big egos
Who’d rather never fucking speak than make an effort to change

So my grandmother practically raised me
Taught me to be strong, taught me nothing could phase me
I really wanted to believe it, yea, and I really tried
But I’ll tell you nothing’s been the same since the day that she died

And even before that, life started declining
I had everything, but I had nothing, so I started rhyming
I’m a spoiled-rotten, superficial son of a bitch
I’m your classic psychopathic piece of shit with a twitch

When your world goes dark for no reason
You start to think nothing will change except the season
You start to grow cold, numb, motionless, emotionless
And nobody around you feels the hopelessness or notices

So drink this, and smoke that, and chug this, and toke that
Like fuck this, and fuck that, and fuck you, and fuck them
And if you open up about it
Good luck then, 'cause it’s

Take this, this’ll make you feel better
This is what they all take, but guess what I still get a chill
When I think about the pill I thought would mend my life
Who knew that on that little pill I’d try to end my life

Try to pretend my life was something simple when it wasn’t
Buying beers by the pack, because it’s cheaper by the dozen
15, buzzing off the booze and the weed
Thinking it was what I need to feel better, but it doesn’t

Do shit, doesn’t change shit, only you can change shit
Otherwise, you just gon’ be stuck with the same shit
I had two houses, but not one home
So I packed my bags, got in my car, and I was gone

I was 17, ran away, just to see if they would even
Chase me, race me, see if they could face me
For who I was, for what I am
But I don’t even know who I am, or what I am

Am I crazy? Are they trying to find me?
Are they gonna lock me up, or try to bind me?
Are they gonna tie me down, try to confine me?
What am I a freak? They gonna define me?
I’m a psycho, come and test my limits
I could spit a life story in less than five minutes
I’mma never stop growing til I know that I’ve won
I’m a little fucked up, but I’m getting shit done

It’s my story, it’s my life,
It’s my verse, it’s my right
It’s my words, that I write, and tonight’s the right night for this
And now I know my worth, so I’m gonna fight for it

Never let nothing keep you down, cause you’re a fighter
If you’re living in the dark, it can only get brighter
You’ll only ever be you, yea you been you since birth
And only you can ever really know just what you’re worth

This one’s for Sully, for Cat, for Hannah and Matt,
This one’s for Taylor, for Tyler, for Justin and Zach,
This one’s for all of my family, and for the ones who stood by me
'Cause with them, I will survive, tell life to bring it and try me

Vaux
Track Name: Bassline
Verse 1

Life's good, you've just gotta give it a chance
If life's really a bitch, ask that bitch to dance
'Cause she might say yes, never know until you go for it
Never really got it 'til you've got something to show for it

So work hard, but don't forget play
Got one shot, so don't throw it away
Find what makes you happy, and never stop doing it
Your life's too short to let somebody else ruin it

Your life's too short to spend your days mad
Hold on to the good and let go of the bad
Your life's too short to keep your mind closed
Leave it open and you'll come to find your mind grows

It may not always be easy, but that's all good
Celebrate the little things, I think we all should
Get a coffee with a friend, have some face time
'Cause when it comes down it, it's just


Hook

It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, yo

It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline


Verse 2

I'm just a person, I'm a peer
Pull up a chair, kick back, and crack a beer
If you wanna smoke a joint, go and roll one
And never base your current self on your old one

'Cause yea, I've made mistakes, but they have not made me
I wanna see what's next, whatever that may be
But you can never see your future if you're looking at your past
And you can never know the answers to questions you never ask

No drama, no stress, just some good vibes
'Cause we've got bad problems, but some good lives
I don't want nothing to do with your negativity
Havoc is a piece, but peace is the epitome

Nobody can tell you how to live
Instead of taking we should learn how to give
Get some dinner with a friend, have some face time
'Cause when it comes down to it, it's just


Hook

It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, yo

It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline, it's just
It's just the bassline, the bassline