1. |
For Real (ft. Airospace)
04:05
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Tell me how you feel no no no
Tell me how you feel
Are these things for real no no no
Are these things for real
With a great white farce surrounding
And a bit of my week so bleak but my thoughts real heavy when they speak out bout a nigga
Now talk on the record of the half breed figure
How bout we part tides and come together like half time
Deal real shit on what thats like
One down at the count of the finish line
and I aint finished mine
Til I'm in with a clique clique clique
Glock on the hip then dip real quick
Cashin out the bills on a welfare spiff
Fittin in the profile you came home with
Building off the backs that built your shit
Livin life off ones that dont live your shit
now when It comes down to say some shit
truth in what you expected
Was the truth of the matter what defeated you?
deafened by every day disfunction
growing older without some one to lecture or a father losing his temper
Guess i'd be better if he was at every function
Make me feel like people are supposed to be where they promised
Make me feel like some one was watchin over me wrap the chord up in closet and kick the chair
Who knew I'd be 23 learnin to let my memories speak all for relief
if you really knew you me
you'd probably leave
burn the roots and seeds
change out the light for darker scenes
we spark a fire tired themes
the aching pain in iron seams
i keep facades like squire's gleams
and all we did is movie breathe
the lungs are pumping passion
hold as we exhale
the angers just a verb
since the subject's wired fail
were just a run on
long lost lovers are we run off
cliffs are sold assumptions
still a truth
and i'm still wrong
gone without a trace
around the picture since its still art
convoluted words
are just a way to say i'm stuck
aint no eatter way to say
that being apathetic sucks
but i still trust
feel trucks
so why the fuck
am i still here
been squared
four times
i've been there and and still
feel
too much
we been there
you feel near
and feel so far at the same time
it makes sense why
you'd turn shy of a
lame guy
hi
I won't say
That I feel no pain
Got me twisted
Lately
Ive seen this place before
Faces filled voids
And its weighing on me
Tell me how ya feel
Tell its for real
Tell me
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2. |
Voice Memo
03:26
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Should of known to flex on the childish games
Too strung out to remember my face
Thought you knew me well, well I needed you now
Pack a full clip, said I needed you now
We could run the city like folks these days
Building off the nation livin' of blood stains
I've turn the nine on my mind if it did't satisfy these days
to kill anotha' nigga' these days this way
Lay me down don't
Bury me
I'm bullet proof
I'm running' low on this gasoline
Drink up
Torn out
Fallin' face to the floor down
Well I needed you now
Said I needed you now
and even when he curtain starts to call
I'll glorify loving the pain
I'll take what I want then I'll bleed it again
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3. |
Interlude (spoken)
01:07
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4. |
Bad Wolfe
03:17
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These are eyes are held stone cold
We don't wanna' go home we just wanna get high
White lies paved in gold
Told by the cool kids every time
I stole the keys to the ride said I'm goin' for a smoke and it works every night
and they say I'm a pretty little joke
but I'm the baddest motherfucker that was ever alive, yeah
One back two pack
Give me a division
The night is peaking through the door
So kill the tevlision
You held my hand when I was leading toward a greater vision
I hope you understand I'm just anyone
I've lit the radio on fire now
I hope the teens are getting tired now
You know we only expire now
Got residual a nation call independence
Got a bank account a young nigga call it pension
A diamond in the rough with pain just to sum it up
Or lay your heart up on a bench when the time gets rough
Pickin' grass roots and making greens outta collard greens
I've lit the radio on fire now
Hope the teens is getting tired now
Hope the teens is getting tired out
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5. |
Like I'm Gonna' Die
03:37
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LATE NIGHT
Late night whoa
Pills hard to swallow
Go down hard no
When I say follow
Your not alone
When your so far gone now
Its pleasant but your broke down
shit dont mean shit now
Left no benz just benzos and fake friends to call fos
Self harm push weight down
Twisted on these notes
Suicide like hope
Hope look like helpless
This heart aint my home
No worth it ain't special
I don't wanna fight
to want to live it like I'm gonna die
Cuz I
I don't wanna fight
To wanna live like I'm gonna' die
Late night like whoa
Six feet down low
Don't want you to see me defeated
Like so
Mamas seen more cold bodies than she'd like to know
Beat the pavement split the pay up vices for a soul
I'm playin
I'm diggin a grave thats for taken
I've made some mistakes I'm still phased in
You could say that I'm awake
No worth it ain't special
Oh but your bitter fool
You don't know
A bitter fool you dont know
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6. |
Peace of Mind
03:30
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Im bein honest this way
And you should ask yourself if youve been doin your thang
Its not good for your health aye
16 was the year to make it
Take the team on a dream vacation
Still living off bi weekly payment
And I guess I could cash a paycheck
Im just lookin for some peace of mind
Ill be fine if we drive through the whole night
Sleep light if I sleep through the whole flight
We could drown in a cup til we feel nice
If it feels right.
I'ma do just that
Yo where's that beer at?
I'ma live like
I feel Like I still might
Take flight of that nice
If the deals right.
Yeah Mufuggin star in the present
Starving these peasants
... hardly harmed from the pestilence
Yeah I dodge with a Method
No mop for the messes
Stil lost in the Messages
Notice it goes down in the PM
An old friend appearing as a red one in my DM
It seems that
The week ends are just weakening my health
& That PM
S, ain't nothing open up ya mouth
Man I'm sicka than flicking my cigarette in a liquor bottle
Then picking it up & Swiggin it
See Im gifted
But I've been givin into temptation
Tripping & pissing it away like I don't give a shit
Im just lookin for some peace of mind
Ill be fine if we drive through the whole night
Sleep light if I sleep through the whole flight
We could drown in a cup til we feel nice
Been sippin sippin
off a nightmare
Been slippin slippin
Still finger lickin til I make my piece of bread
Back home
And its not fair
Im bein honest
Im bein honest this way
Im bein honest
Im bein honest this way
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Amber Ryann Los Angeles, California
Now recording full time, working toward the release. Ryann intends to bring forth an audio experience within a reminiscent format of storytelling, all while incorporating cinema. A series of four music videos aligned to play-through. Subjectively touching on sociological and cultural issues, self identity, mental illness, and irony. ... more
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