Cleaning Out My Closet
by Reuben Walton
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about
Cleaning out my closet, my digital closet.
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released 17 September 2012
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UMass Lowell Music Business major. Male vocalist seeking either a band needing a singer or harmony/background vocalist, instrumentalists who want to start a band or a hip hop collective/jam band, and want to start playing shows. I can play electric and acoustic guitar, keyboard, electric bass, djembe, rapping, DJ-ing, making beats, and producing song mash-ups and blends. Also, if you need beats... ... more
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- Track Name: Dorm Phone Freestyle (feat. Amber Scanlan, Cell Phone Lady and Brian McGravey)
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Amber Scanlan: Wish I was dead/‘cause Bobby Brown keeps on hitting me in the head/why don’t I have nine lives I’m a fuckin’ feline and I look so fly, look at me, long clit big clit/long clit…big clit/um, champagne, poppin’ champagne, poppin’ pussy on the Wayne/poppin’ pussy on Lil Wayne/l-long hair, and he’s in jail-ail and he don’t care/he’s a fat fuck, whatcha gonna do, so clicked up/whatcha gonna do so fend the hoe and you look like you know but you really don’t know in the cynical/in the twinkle, in cynical/and it’s kinda fuckin’ binnical/and there’s so many fuckin’ dandelions in the fuckin’ lanes/in the fuckin’ lanes with them lames/and you know that the dandelions don’t give a dang and they got swang/they got swag, and you know that they got a bag, paper baggin’ it/like fuckin’ in the net, or the ‘Llac/but I ain’t even on all that, ‘cause I ain’t even on anything/and I never got a beer and I never got a weed/‘cause I don’t even know Marty’s muthafuckin’ digits, and I don’t know Justice’s or/and my-y weed is the number pickle, and it’s mad old and mad mold/and it’s so gross, but I’m--I’m smokin’ in anyway, ‘cause you gotta, smoke that Mary Jane, and try to get mad high/
Reuben Walton: Gotta get real swole wit it, champ, realize/gotta keep it live in lime w-with time/u-um, gotta keep rhymin’ high in the gry/alright
AS: Professional, whatcha gonna do?/lookin’ like a heffical lookin’ like hef/lookin’ like Hef in the Playboy Mansion, layin’ back like delayed, gettin’ fuckin’ head/gettin’ fuckin’ dome/gettin’ fuckin’ brain/Hank typical hangin’/Look at him, Hank Stommel, ballin’ off the chain/back in the shaw, mawfuckin’ game/but look at him, see how his is kinda hot/but kinda chunky at the same time/and it’s kinda nipply in dandelion/it’s kinda gettin’ Ms. Nipply in here, Ms. Milliken, Ms. Hilliken/and you know I’m gonna..drink another fuckin’ beer of Heineken/and you know I’m fuckin’ mad chain, and you know I like that Sam Adams Brown Ale and I’m mad rain, mad rain/but you can’t see if it’s inside, you probably ride alone in the whip dark send really fuckin’ lil niggas mad fuckin’ black people knocked up/and you know it’s not the first time that this is gonna be th-there or the second or the last, and, damn, it’s all swole!/ere or the second or the last, and, damn, it’s all swole!/ere or the second or the last, and, damn, it’s all swole!/ere or the second or the last, and, damn, it’s all swole!/ere or the second or the last, and, damn, it’s all swole!/ere or the second or the last, and, damn/hello?
RW: Ay-ay, ay/
AS: I think, I think we just skippered a whole thing.
RW: Damn!
Cell Phone Lady: You have reached the maximum time permitted for recording your message. If you are satisfied with your message…
RW: She sounds, like, mad.
CPL: ...press one. To listen to your message, press two.
AS: Where are you? And I saw you pointin’ at fuckin’ Shauna Digaetano’s house’s brother, cousin, whatever you wanna call it, fat fuck, right?/you wouldn’t even know that because you like, him and it didn’t even stop there and you talk/chalk? in the chago, whatcha gonna do with the ‘cago/and you’re names taco in the fuckin’ laco/ain’t nothin’ like it when you hop in Chicago/lookin’ like Chicago, just ask Khia befo’, ask, ask, girl/hoe, look at me/girl hoe and yeen even really know, yeen really key of hoe, I’ma let ‘em hoe, Reuben settle this thang/
RW: ‘Cause I’m fuckin’ mad chain and I’m gettin’ really swole/
AS: Ey!
RW: And I’m lookin’ mad game and I’m gettin’ really game/lookin’ like I’ve got mad chain in the lanes with them lames/Holly Bourque sippin’ on the grain/lookin’ really swole gettin’ in the chain/chain swingin’ real slow with it, real fast, real ball/you wanna get like that, 24’s on the low/you wanna get bigger hoes on the do’/smokin’ mad ‘dro gettin’ mad hoes/
AS: I can’t hear shit/let me tell you that one fuckin’ bit/and let me tell you the peep, ePod, iPod, ePod, I don’t really give a fuck what pod y-you’re in, mad fuckin’ d-dumb/errbody dumb/and errbody fuckin’, errbody numb/what the fuck is goin’ on? I don’t even know what they’re sayin’ out of my clit/and it all comes back to a big l-long clit, so let me have Katie Baima..come settle this thang/wiggle her twang, littlest thang/she’s a little swang, jiggalo swag/and lookin’ mad drag queen/and a fag queen, and you know I’m a fuckin’ fag queen, hey queen/and you know I’m gonna go in the fuckin’ drag queen/and you know that I’m gonna-gonna go dry clean/‘cause I gotta fuckin’ dry heave/dry heave, and I gotta fuckin’ go eat/
RW: (laughs)
AS: And I started gettin’ weird feelings in my shoulders…
RW: Up!
RW: (laughs)
AS: And I started gettin’ weird feelings in my shoulders…
RW: (laughs)
AS: And I started gettin’ weird feelings in my shoulders…
RW: Up! - Track Name: Chillin' (feat. Nathan Caradimos and Karen Peris)
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Nathan Caradimos: Damn, shawty, damn, shawty, damn, damn, damn! (repeated throughout)
Reuben Walton: In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red,
When the summer's ceased its gleaming, when the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning, I'll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return,
To your thought I'll soon be list'ning; in the road I'll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end,
And the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again.
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing, I'll be homeward bound again.
Karen Peris: Stay awake, don't nod your head
Don't lie down upon your bed
While the moon is in the sky
Stay awake, don't close your eyes
Though the world is fast asleep
Though your pillow's soft and deep
You're not sleepy as you seem
Stay awake, don't nod and dream
Stay awake, don't nod and dream - Track Name: Christ Is My Hope (The Innocence Mission Cover)
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You can say the word.
Unworthy though I am,
O bread of life,
O bread of life,
I will be healed and come.
Hold me in your arms,
bridegroom of my soul,
O bread of life,
O bread of life,
I will be healed and come.
Christ, Christ is my hope.
Oh, Christ, Christ is my light.
Christ, Christ is my hope.
Oh, Christ, Christ is my light,
O my light.
I have been afraid
but I’m on the way to this table.
O bread of life,
O bread of life,
I will be healed and come. - Track Name: Clash of the Grass (feat. Amber Scanlan, Seth Heart, Ben Raymond, Handsome Boy Modeling School and Cat Power)
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Seth Heart: Yo, Yo...
Amber Scanlan: Reuben Walton!
Reuben Walton: Catch me sippin’ on the Patron/I know I came in too early, got my fifth blown/got all these bitches lookin’ like they frith cone/they got so many cones, they’re fuckin’ inbred/like their name was ***** *******, oh my god, b****/you did not just say that ‘bout the weirdest muthafuckin’ family in Falmouth/Palmouth, you wanna pound them/but not in the sexual way/in the ritual way/you wanna get in the beck of the cray/you wanna get real swole but you wanna, ey/I got switch the subject, yo, ‘cause/right over there, a few feet up/right behind the Cape Verdean club/there’s where my Dad bat/
Seth Heart: It’s the clash of the grass/listen, I’ll put you back on your a**/I’ll have you twisted like a fat spliff of g****/I’m fuckin’ spittin’ it, till I’m fuckin’ rippin’ it like rappers/fuck with me, dog, I’ll have your shit cracked backwards/I don’t give a damn, I got Reuben and Seth on the mic/with aff-Amber in the back spittin’ it tight/I’m grippin’ this shit like a little slow knife/I don’t give a fuck, I’ll throw lights at you like a fuckin’ cat, in the cut/with a couple hundred bucks/sittin’ in my pocket watch it ‘cause I’m ‘bout to take it out and flaunt it/buy a couple hundred drinks at the bar/get fucked up, smoke a spliff and get fucked up with this new b-beat and this new start/new jaunt, don’t fuck with me, dog/I’ll show you how I be hard/over this fuckin’ free flow/I don’t give a shit ‘cause I be low/I’m like a stee-lo created in the evil dimension of fuckin’ free flow/
RW: See I’m lookin’ like DMX with my free flow/not really matchin’ any meter but yeen know/but it really is and I’m just bein’ ironic/‘cause I’m a literary whizz, what you want from it?/you wanna get the A’s, you wanna get the B’s/you wanna get the C’s, you wanna get the D’s/
SH: (coughs) Tres on the next poke.
RW: You wanna pop out, you wanna pop thangs/you wanna get swole poppin’ on the wrong thang/but you gotta keep a little bit o’ balance work pursue pleasure nigga please yeen really got it, damn, ain’t nobody got it like me, so swole/
Ben Raymond: Well then, so sue.
RW: (laughs) Yeah. She just want it hard/they want big fuckin’ hard/shit it enlarged heart, what the f***/with the swollen veins and the arteries fucked/damn, I just rhymed fuck with fuck/
SH: Reuben Walton!
RW: and I just rhymed duck with duck/just kidding, I didn’t rhyme shit with fucked/why you wanna get whipped and tucked/into a fuckin’ coffin, nigga/sit the fuck down, err/
SH: (DJ noises) Reuben Walton!
RW: And I’m sittin’ there real swole, nigga declined return and I’m tryna get wit it, and I’m tryna understand/I can’t ester understand
SH: (DJ noises) Reuben Walton! (DJ noises)
RW: I can’t ever understand why these bitches wanna hate in the back of the club always opposite/positive negative, damn, ain’t nobody know/damn, but that’s fuckin’ really really scary/and I’m sittin’ there real swole/but I’m tryna act like I really got it on lock, yo/but I ain’t got it, and I’m spittin’ the ‘dro/sippin’ on that ‘dro ‘cause I sip, for real, I made a smoothie/and I made a movie/but not that kind of movie/I’m sittin’ buyin’ a roofie/I’m feelin’ kinda groovy/I’m sittin’ here sippin’ on the ‘gnac/now tell me playas why you want it like that?/
SH: This is where it go down/you can hear my whole town, Providence to the lay where we lay in the cold ground/problem with my lyrics don’t spray from my hoe mouth/so I hold the AK and maintain my whole house/so roll out the West before I roll up/on the street with the heat burnin’ up you cold fucks/you know I got them cold bucks and the .45 stays tucked/but nah, I take it out and buck back atcha fuck/
RW: Damn, I buck back/That was a short verse, you sure you wanna end that?
SH: I don’t wanna end that/I wanna grab that and fuckin’ spend that/like a whole stack o’ cash, like ten stacks/I don’t give a fuck, I’m bringin’ it back like the ‘80s/you wanna come and rape me? I’ll beat the fuck outta you and make you look like Chelsea Lately/screamin’ and cryin’ about stupid shit/stupid bitch, I’ll fuckin’ stake a poop and shit/on your stupid clips/I don’t give a damn, you’re stupid as hell/I say stupid too many times in this rhyme and I’m gonna go to hell/well? Oh well, I don’t give a fuck, ‘cause I’m stickin’ you up with a couple of hundred guns that no clips and no gut/
RW: No guts in my fantestines/and my ran treskins/and I ran dressin’/and I’m Fran Drescher, damn/lookin’ like I’m mad corny with the nasal wan/‘cause I got a big van on 24’s/and this don’t have to mean nothin’, yo, I’m just sittin’ here gettin’ low/and I’m sippin’ in the Coupe, really yeen know/why I got the 22’s on the bankroll/damn, ‘cause I got it like that/even though I didn’t buy a muthafuckin’ cent of it/I fuckin’ ja-worked first year of my life/this past summer, what you want, aight/
SH: Smoke a joint?
RW: But I’m still oh, I just got an offer/but, sure, yeah, who gets it’s who’s the proper/I’ma tell you bitches like that real slow/now let them bitches know how it really go/
SH: (DJ noises) Reuben Walton! - Track Name: Cool (Gwen Stefani Cover)
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It's hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life...
Passes things, they more comfortable
Everything is going right
And after all the obstacles
It's good to see you now with someone else
And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
um, memories seem like so long ago
Time always kills the pain
Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
Look how all the kids have grown
We have changed but we're still the same
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool
And I'll be happy for you
If you can be happy for me
Circles and triangles, and now we're hangin' out with your new girlfriend
So far from where we've been
I know we're cool
I know we're cool
I know we're cool - Track Name: Rewind the Clock Back (Early Demo Version feat. Alex DeCelles, Matt Nemeskal, David Driscoll, Randy McGravey, Unknown Person and Jay Pallazola)
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Reuben Walton: It’s boring and repetitive/until we reach the point where we don’t have to fuckin’ care anymore/but that’s forty years away/and it’s boring weird and gay/get it first y’all or you’ll be sippin’ beer morning noon and day/I’m a flirt box so I already knew the way to get up all into your heart and light up another spark/damn, baby, ain’t nobody escapin’ no way/nigga I’m the used rock, I’m the empty bowl of elf soup/so muthafucka, I’ma tell fuckin’..Jared the cross, just kidding, it’s fuckin’..DeCelles, to fuckin’ tell ya how it go right now, right now, oh, oh/
Alex DeCelles: I spit it fuckin’ sick every time/
RW: You have to talk to the thing.
AD: when we’re together, shit, it’s like we comittin’ crimes/‘cause we so fuckin’ crazy/but during the day I be so lazy/I just wanna do nothin’/but I’m trying to amount to somethin’ in my life/maybe gets some way just do it right/son, I’m livin’ life, I do it crazy, fuckin’ nuts/fuckin’, I’ll stab you in your fuckin’ guts/
Matt Nemeskal: Like, I don’t know, other cities that I wanna--
David Driscoll: No, I think that Fitchburg…
AD: …son, I’m livin’ life, I do it crazy, fuckin’ nuts/fuckin’…
MN: Dude, I don’t--see, the part about Lowell.
AD: I’ll stab you…
RW: The microphone’s right there.
AD: …in your fuckin’ guts/and maybe I’ll fuckin’ stick it out/and then I’ll fuckin’ bust my kids in your bitch’s mouth/
Jay Pallazola: Lowell, honestly, is Lowell…
DD: I mean...
AD: And then I’ll fuckin’ jet out the house/‘cause I ain’t committin’ convicted of no crime/‘cause I’m not doin’ the time/I’m fuckin’ sublime, I’m fuckin’ crazy...
RW: Everyone’s being way too…
JP: I mean, I know the area, I know all the gamers.
Unknown Person: I know all about Lowell.
AD: I’m fuckin’ nuts like cash rules, fuckin’ cash rules everything around me like Wu-Tang/I got some poon tang, I’m ‘bout to hit the bowl/I got my pockets on swole, I’m runnin’ around town, I got money in the fuckin’ bank/I got gas in the tank/Everything is good/I’m not misunderstood/
RW: (blows air or smoke, then laughs and flicks a lighter)
AD: I hope everybody knows how I be and what I see and I’m rhymin’ so sick/I got AIDS and fuckin’ syphillis, I’m fuckin’ disgusting/fuckin’ your car is rusting, it’s a piece of shit/fuckin’ I’ll punch you in ya lip and watch you fall to the ground/my sound is profound/and my weed ’n ain’t brown, it’s fuckin’ green/I keep my rims clean/you know what I mean/when I’m spittin’ so sick...
MN: Are you serious?
AD: I’m a fuckin’ lunatic and you ain’t hittin’ to this/
DD: They know you’re kinda like bro-like. See the dude they have this high standards that…
AD: I’m DeCelles, I fuckin’ rock the bells like Hell Ell/or like fuckin’, whoever ‘cause I’m betta I’m clever/I’m fuckin’ sick/catch me out in a devil with Reuben/fuckin’ he ain’t kiddin’, he’s fuckin’ from Lowell/his pockets swoled up, he’s got a dutch and we ‘bout to smoke/and I’m hittin’ this shit so fuckin’ pass it to Reuben/because I’m fuckin’ high…
RW: On the shelve new…
AD: …and I don’t fuckin’ lie, it’s time for Reuben to get up on this shit, rock it quick…
RW: On the shelve new…
AD: …fuckin’ I’m a lunatic, go Reuben/
RW: On the shelf new/if you touch it, I’ma gonna belt you/suck drive health like the wise do to my wealthy crew/who sucked the wise pussy this the end of my crew/in the bed of a fuckin’ truck, is it enough to die so soon/eff the fuckin’ irreverent, you’re dead from Duff/I’m a bonafide skeet skeet baby I know it’s ignorant/smoked blazed and I thought of you/raisin’ hell in the afternoon/whistlin’ whispin’ and breakin’ into fuckin’ platoons/rigged up vials of spinal fluid/‘causin’ dreams that are fuckin’ lucid/hello to each and every one of you kids/I know bedrock ain’t between me and studyin’ music/medianoche sweet pig ears and baby I know it’s a huge trip/but damn, yeah, this is the guessin’ game gettin’ the best of me mane/the designer’s blazed, now everybody blitzed like damn…
JP: Is that a microwave? You smokin’ tomorrow? (laughs) Look at this guy…
RW: …I wanna say a huge hello to those in support muthafuckin’ groups/I saw it all, yeen know, right down to the court food in the court room/hop a new women I saw cullin’ material from readin’ up on the London siege, hoe/Milli Vanilli could give a fuckin’ shit about me/‘cause I did it without g’s/and no muthafucka will ever find me out/
JP: Reuben Walton, of Falmouth, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, do you have a microwave?
RW: (laughs) Huh?
JP: Do you have-- - Track Name: Medley: Sleeping with the Enemy
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Noche serena de primavera,
blanca paloma del alba luz
noche serena de primavera;
blanca azucena, esa eres tu
Y al haber yo llegado aquí,
todo lleno de embeleso
recibe ese tierno beso que te mando para ti
Campo en invierno, flor marchitada
noche sin luna, negro turbión;
Flor sin aroma, marchitada
arbol tronchado - eso soy yo.
Alma del core,
Spirto dell'alma,
Sempre costante t'adorerò!
Sarò contento
Nel mio tormento
Se quel bel labbro baciar potrò.
Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,
Like a flower thy spirit did depart;
Thou art gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.
Chorus:
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Spring time comes, gentle Annie,
When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain?
We have roamed and loved mid the bowers
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom;
Now I stand alone mid the flowers
While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb. - Track Name: Yet Another Flight of Fancy (feat. Derek Piotr)
- Reuben Walton: Coleslaw, nigga...
- Track Name: When I Am Laid in Earth (Dido's Lament) (Henry Purcell Cover)
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When I am laid, am laid in Earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast.
When I am laid, am laid in Earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast.
Remember me, remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate. - Track Name: Dubtown Anthem (feat. LeAnne Piepiora)
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Reuben Walton: (burps), Sing out, (burps), sing out, (burps), sing out, (burps)…
LeAnne Piepiora: All my ladies in the Dub, doo-da, doo-da, all my ladies in the Dub, doo-do doo-da day. All my ladies in the Dub, doo-da, doo-da, all my ladies in the Dub, doo-do doo-da day.
RW: Takin’ shots of Captain’s Captain’s in the in the Dub Dub…
RW and LP: sippin’ on some Grey Goose…
RW: And it’s often said, if you’re gonna sip that Grey Goose, get those shots down. Then you’ll know the way to go. - Track Name: Fallin' and Callin' (feat. Yuqi Hu)
- Yuqi Hu: Thinking through all day, but you always come in my mind. I dream of you all night, but you’re always here in my dreams. Remember walking with you, talking with you, we hoped we wouldn’t fall. Remember those days, it brings back memories but we lost it all. I never thought this would work. I could never feel the same way before. Would you love or hate it if I said sorry? If you give me another chance I will make things better. Now I’m falling, calling, for you. Now I’m falling, calling, with you. Now I’m falling, calling, for you. Now I’m falling, calling, with you. Ohh. There’s bleeds through nights, yet I feel like I’m never with you. This mind’s fast as night, yet I feel like I’m isolated. Remember walking with you, talking with you, we hoped we wouldn’t fall. Remember those days, it brings back memories but we lost it all. I never thought this would work. I could never feel the same way before. Would you love or hate it if I said sorry? If you give me another chance I will make things better. Now I’m falling, calling, for you. Now I’m falling, calling, with you. Now I’m falling, calling, for you. Now I’m falling, calling, with you. Ohh, it’s for you, and I’m with you. It’s for you, and I’m with you. It’s for you, and I’m with you. It’s for you, and I’m with you. Every noon I think of you, and every midnight I dream of you. Every noon I think of you, and every midnight I dream of you. I’d fall for you right now, I’d call out your name. I’d fall for you right now, I’d call out your name. I’d fall for you right now, I’d call out your name. I’d fall for you right now, I’d call out your name. I never thought this would work. I could never feel the same way before. Would you love or hate it if I said sorry? If you give me another chance I will make things better. Now I’m falling, calling, for you. Now I’m falling, calling, with you. Now I’m falling, calling, for you. Now I’m falling, calling, with you. Ohh, it’s for you, and I’m with you. It’s for you, and I’m with you. It’s for you, and I’m with you. It’s for you, and I’m with you. I miss you, and I know it’s over. I won’t let your love go. I miss you, and I know it’s over. I won’t let your love go.
- Track Name: The Words and the Phrases
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You freak me out
I don’t know how to read you
My mind’s reeling around
I wanna know how to read you
The words
and the phrases
the looks
and the faces
The words
and the phrases
the way
that you say things
I’m someone you speak to daily
still I can’t tell you this not even maybe
the actors on the stage, they know my life
little insinuations of what I would say
that I will never say in real life
just an ordinary fantasy of mine
And what did I escape from?
And what was I escaping,
from what was I thinking?
If I could go back a year and a month ago
I never would have
indulged so much
you get one chance
and I blew it
The words
and the phrases
the looks
and the faces
The words
and the phrases
the way
that you say things - Track Name: Flabberglass (feat. Amber Scanlan and Seth Heart)
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Reuben Walton: Ay shawty, you lookin’ good…Ay shawty, you lookin’ good…Ay shawty, you lookin’ good…Ay shawty, you lookin’ good…
Amber Scanlan: Takin’ hits from the pipe, Takin’ hits from the pipe, Takin’ hits from the pipe, Takin’ hits from the pipe, Takin’ hits from the pipe, Takin’ hits from the pipe, Takin’ hits from the pipe, Takin’ hits from the pipe…
RW: Hey, ay, ay, ay, that ass, nigga. Oh, wait, I can’t say that word. I just swore another time. (indistinct) Galala, I’m not allowed to swear, but, this is gonna be like. Lookin’ real swole, off the chain, off the chain so damn. Everybody lookin’ (indistinct). Fuckin’ swole off the chain wit it. Everybody flossin’ thangs wit it. ‘Cause they got bourbon, they got swagga. And I, deserve fuckin’ here to cross a bowl…(indistinct)
Seth Heart: (laughs)
AS: What?
RW: …controlling my mind. So I, on the whip and I, gonna go them knees so…
SH: But it sounds like they’re sayin’ “Why do white kids have to die?”
RW: Why?
SH: “Why do white kids have to die?”
AS: Yeah, I know. Yeah, I know ock. I knew you were gonna do that.
SH: I can’t slow then.
RW: In the bird and I’m trippin’ on the word wit it.
SH: What the fuck? How’d that happen?
RW: And then I wrap up the weed in fuckin’ cheese and wrap the ball in cheese/and I got some wrapped up cheese for your asshole cream/
AS: Wha--what, you’re not drinkin’?
RW: He’s a faggot.
AS: Why?
RW: We got mad hoes wit it.
SH: And why, do white kids have to die?
RW: Are you saying “Why do white…” (indistinct) Smokin’ the pipe in the back of the club…deuce on the poke. Alright, do we do do the right frame change, nigga please be the bud.
SH: Reuben what the fuck is done?
AS: No, it’s his! He just wants...
RW: (vocalizing) Pop a knot, pop a couple stacks/pop a couple bitches, know how to act/ain’t nobody swoler, muthafucka, (laughs)/look at that cat, she’s so off the chain/lookin’ real good, mayne/lookin’ real swole, nigga please./
SH: (Vocalizing)
RW: (Vocalizing) (Laughs)
SH: Oh, just gotta, wooo, gotta let it burn…
AS: (laughs)
SH: ...gotta let it burn, ohh…
RW: (Vocalizing) ‘Cause it’s controlling my muthafuckin’ mind. Ain’t nobody got it like me, ain’t nobody swole.
AS: Who’s Mit?
RW: Balling off the--(laughs) Ain’t nobody knew like me. Like if she--no, like if Christina Aguilera only knew two tricks, you know?
AS: Yeah.
RW: If like… (laughs) Off the chain like me, ain’t nobody know… Just that and that, and nothing else but…(indistinct) (Vocalizing)
SH: Under the city, he’d be out today…
RW: And it never got old somehow… (laughs)
AS: (laughs)
RW: With the 22’s bangin’ off the chain/fit the lead off the Louis and some dank/
SH: ...with (indistinct) balling in (indistinct), then he died. But I love hi
RW: On some ‘dro, ain’t nobody know/had this hoe for hydro, but it’s hydro with a miniature… (indistinct)
AS: (laughs)
SH: I said…(laughs)
RW: (laughs) Let’s not be delayed.
SH: (laughs) I said today I was a car shooting out if you did need…(indistinct)
RW: Sue it if you like it or not! Off the chain, so oh… So off the chain, Amber’s so off the chain. Ill corny! Ill corny!So corny, man! T-Pain on the track, yo!
SH: Oh, baby baby. Who’s travelin’ bitches?
RW: (vocalizing) Ain’t nobody chain like me…(indistinct)
AS: (laughs)
SH: Gotta let it burn, gotta let it burn…
AS: Whoa!!
RW: Ain’t nobody got it like me, ain’t nobody swole, ain’t nobody pop it like me, ain’t nobody (indistinct)
SH: We’re comin’ for this shit in 2009, okay? Listen bitches, we’re comin’ for a relay. Like, the peasant said. - Track Name: Gentle Annie (Stephen Foster Cover)
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Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,
Like a flower thy spirit did depart;
Thou art gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.
Chorus:
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Spring time comes, gentle Annie,
When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain?
We have roamed and loved mid the bowers
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom;
Now I stand alone mid the flowers
While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb.
Chorus:
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Spring time comes, gentle Annie,
When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain?
Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou are laid,
And my heart bows down when I wander
By the streams and the meadows were we strayed.
Chorus:
Shall we never more behold thee;
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the Spring time comes, gentle Annie,
When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain?
