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Raph's Flowers
00:14
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Raph: Hey Kevin, um, I forgot the flowers at the gallery. Could you put them in a glass of water, or like, just put them in water? They should be there next to the food. Thanks a lot, I will come later and pick them up. Chao!
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2. |
The Fear (remix)
00:40
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I saw her body on the floor with her back all red
From the blows from the steel from his hands
And now I’m here looking like a phantom
No wonder why I freeze up whenever I can
I wanna be rich
And I want lots of money
I don't care about cleaver
I don't care about fun
I wanna be rich
And I want lots of money
I don't care about cleaver
I don't care about fun
'Bout fun
'Bout fun
'Bout fun
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3. |
v a p o r3
03:02
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I wakata wakata wa
l walk on the street with my faceguard
came & left with the same charge
Realized Ill been in my garage,
all this time
living large or staying poor
the muzzles’ off
Speaking about these artwork prices had my
mom appalled,
Puzzled, She said she’ got me
even if I don’t make it round
the globe no mo’
I’m getting paper
The problem is it always turns to vapor
Cause I’m medicating
All-day
And
I’m definitely getting paper
The problem is it always turns to vapor
I’m medicating
My day awaaaaaaaay
Not said, not sung
Here I come,
who are you?
When it dings like a bell
I wanna see you stand on one
And eat dick with the other and then pack one for your mom, and yo uncle and yo neighbors
Gotta sing the group along
And I’m tweaking to this song
Fuck a drone
I’m disassociating
I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm a
I'm getting paper
The problem is it all turns to vapor
Cause I’m medicating
All-day
And
I’m definitely getting paper
The problem is it always turns to vapor
I'm medicating
My day awaaaaaaaay
Skeleton down,
you're not your shell,
Skeleton down, till you bust yo chin
Skeleton down
you're not your shell,
Skeleton down I’m here to sin
Skeleton down,
you're not your shell,
Skeleton down, inhaling snow
Skeleton down,
you're not your shell,
Skeleton down, I’m ready to go
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4. |
Chris
02:43
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Chris Dorner’s life I’m breathing in
I’m his victim’s lives I’m breathing in
Get away from all the stingy shit I’m seeped in
Gotta draw our options out water-breathing
Underwater they don’t come down
Springing our dreams around
Do door, no house, no cops brake in
Everything must go for a reason,
Corona doing god’s gifts all these seasons
Everything must go for a reason
I’ve been doing the devil’s work all these seasons
Earth is one giant seesaw
I think I’m going through withdrawals
I can’t stop thinking bout her lips soft
It’s like I’m ready to die, liftoff
The moon the moon
It’s all too soon
The moon the moon
It’s all too soon
The moon the moon
It’s all too soon
The moon the moon
It’s all too soon
The moon the moon
It’s all too soon
All these artists don’t really care about the same shit
They don't really care about they subjects
All they really care about is check
Fuck every artist out there reading this,
seeing this but not feeling this
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5. |
Pica
03:43
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Picking the pots I pay ‘em
Yo, Yo, yo
Here we go
Here we go
Clock, Clock, tik tik, Tok
Tits ass, lips, and cocks
Drop the issue now
You must stop and do the next drug on top
Cut up the day with the front all lopped
And squeeze the night out till my eyes see dots
This ain’t simple yo!
Plenty
Plenty
Plenty
Of tears, plenty
I’m looking for a patron
Someone to fund my days in
Someone to fund the crazy
Picking the pots I play em
All through the night, I cook up
Keep your head down, don’t look up
Spliffs I roll are bible thin
Miss me with the shit I don’t pull up
I barely move anymore
Legs, arms, and head,
Dick out the front door
Can’t afford to pass out right now,
Not in front of them
Not in front of Stuart
Please stay up
Please get up
Please get up
Body
Body, please, get, up
Waddy nose on a cup
Dresser, dresser on the roof
Dripping knowledge, please pick a,
pick a pick a, pick a spot
Need a pick me, pick me up
Adderall,
Pick me up,
Cigarettes,
Coffee please, pick me up, splay me up
Kratom,
Please! Pick me up
Steroids
Please
Pick me up
Xannys
please reel it in
Mary, please pick me up.
Mary, please wave at me
Mary, please waaaaaave at me
And I got a red rose in my name
That means me and mother from the same placenta
That means I’m a work till I can’t
See or breathe any more, till I'm passed
I’m seeing metal shivs seeing red.
Sporting red eyes right now high or sad.
Maybe both, what’s wrong with that
20 hours back to back
110 hours with little, itty, bittty, CRACKS
When they tell you gotta live life to make good art
This the shit they talmbout
Sink or swim, Ion even know what you on about, this a drought
This is a drought, We in a drought, without a doubt
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6. |
Crowns
01:02
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As I walk around
I see crowns on my ground
I kick ground through the air
PCB, nodded, scared
As I walk around
I see crowns on my ground
I kick ground through the air
PCB, noided, scared
I hope
My Altima gets more rusty
So nobody gut me down
Imma go smoke
Another game pack
Cluster of cases
Of unknown acts
Moving in the basement
Couple snakes sapped
Now declared a stymie
Somebody try me now
Now
Now
Now
By who, who?
Majority mild and you?
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7. |
sugarbb
04:18
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Baby, it just dawned on me
That when I see
Your neck
I just wanna bite down hard then gently
Suck up what bled
Baby, it just dawned on me
That when I see
Your neck
I just wanna bite down hard then gently
Suck up what's left
They just sold Baudelaire's suicide note
Now yall see why to move with your eyes low?
And your shirt black, nail beds too?
Don't go fuck up your gait trying old shoes
I got a long laundry list of things to do
And
Laying down doing nothing is definitely on top
Why all the girls I like wear Lacoste?
Can someone please just point me to the boss?
I love the bags and gifts that you toss at me
I'll keep on eating your ass if you want
You keep on paying that tab till I'm done
You really know how to treat an artist right
What yall goofies point? Crying about nun.
Set the record straight I ain't never ever run
from an opp
I just chase the greenbacks
And they usually on separate paths
I just pull a coast on a blank and another one
Two ghosts, big pies call it oven funds
Stay home, stay warm call me hibernator
I need big cash like a berlin beggar
And my teeth clenched for life cause my mind sucks
And they keep images around to remind us
Of who we are and what we arent but
I couldn't never fit even if I tried
Sometimes I see myself from a distance
Removed from my body
Inspecting grimaces
Adorning my face Jesus, crushed
When I'm biting into sweet sugars, Xan bars feel
Rediculouslessness
My eye roll back and stay back there
Ain't nothing out here for me in the atmosphere
Unless it's like a cougar
Wit some money
Honey
Chaos in the country
I'm an American pragmatist
I just wanna see shit happen.
I wanna see the loss in values
In every single one of our trappings
Fire happen
Securing bags, tapping out
Water happenings
And this the shit I'm stressed about
I think I feel better when I'm not on my meds
And
Baby, it just dawned on me
That when I see
Your neck
I just wanna bite down hard then gently
Suck up what bled
Baby, it just dawned on me
That when I see
Your neck
I just wanna bite down hard then gently
Suck up what's left
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8. |
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When I look in the mirror all I see is gold
Oro y crystal
My momma sold
Demasaido de mentiras
Para lemantar
O contar todas los diaaaaas
All my days spent like a rat race
In a maze where there’s no end place
Puntas ciegassss
When the cartridge don’t blow I tear up
more cotton, more cotton
The serum
More hierbaaaaa
I take punches and clear-out
The feeling I’m inhaling, trembling
Xylene
Knows as the avant flowing through his IVs
Simply grabbing in a tad bit what’s mine, see
I’m seeking passions, get rich or die trying mind scheme
Kite themed
Humble flying
Look I’m flying
Look ma I’m flying
The Pisces in my life is flying, she flying
And I’ll be there
To be where you land
I’ll be there when you touch dirt
To catch you, my friend
I’ll catch you, my friend
I’ll catch you and him, and her, the gift
And you my friend who lost your brother
And don’t speak to your mother
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9. |
see shit
03:03
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When I seek it.
I see shit.
When I seek it.
I see shit
When I, when I seek it.
I see shit.
Finger hover
Over buttons.
When I feel it.
I'm wearing faces, many face
Apparitions and its basic
Got the penis cocked! but on safety
Moving in basement, couple snakes sapped
And the gloves tight baby, we all pray that
when the siren signs honey, we obey, keep a facelift
D.O.A and page keeps,
flipping leaves, heaving hard and the sage keeps
Burning slow and my hands with in space are
Raised up high, and my dick plus my hope is
Hold my phone, Let it sink in
Home alone, balls to the ground
Talk to walls and they speak back
remain in the hold of the ship
Despite my fantasies of flight
I
I hear everything
wedding rings, sniffling, scheming things
In and out of yachts
In and out of cops
In and out of and kings
Coughing on a pig
Dripping out my cigs
Water slipping, wet fingers, crossing twigs and
When I seek it.
I see shit.
When I seek it.
I see shit
When I, when I seek it.
I see shit.
Finger hover
Over buttons.
When I feel it.
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GRAK Hartford, Connecticut
Born in Caguas, Puerto Rico
GRAK does not release music videos.
GRAK does not perform.
Inquiries: kevinhernandezrosa@gmail.com
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