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Myself
Nelson Dialect
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Cazeaux O.S.L.O.
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Mr Slipz
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Girl, sit down, listen
So you know those Sunset City dudes?
Girl, I am falling out, okay?
What's his name? Osmo and Dialect?
Yeah, they had that song that was like, um
Eh, something with the milkshakes in the 50s
Or something like that
Okay, so, these guys apparently had rented a Lexus
And I was, firstly, like, "Where did you rent
A Lexus in this golden age of Aquarius?"
That sounds to me like a go-get or a car next door, if you will
Unaffordable, which is surprising, 'cause the next day I seen him
He comes up to me, he was like, "Hey, hey
Girl, hey, could you pay for this cab, please?"
And I was like, "Um, do you need a lozenge?
And secondly, guys are meant to go get"
Excuse me, girl
Sorry, yo, I shouldn't start a convo in apology
But lately I am not myself
Yeah, we chilled in the summer
Went on tour, when I came back, you wasn't sure
Mi amor, not impure
Genuine to a fault
Your frame kept me hypnotised, mine more appealing
Tell me the end result
Alone, look at ceiling fans
Overcontemplate messages you haven't sent
Aspirational, so relatable
Two creatives wanna fill a space unobtainable
Heartbreak and pacemaker
Beautiful, attractive, flash in the pan
Young man, I fell deep, I won't say it though
I bet I'm guarded from a past breakup
Patch it together and I wake up
Shall I shake up an eight ball and pray up?
So dramatic and tragic
Gave you a letter so your tears smeared the ink in the canvas
And forget it forever
Yeah, I get it, space is what you need, maybe I do too
Permanent vacation
Come on and stay for a second and we take one
Escape the day-to-day, love escapade
I miss you dearly, by myself
Dear love, I wrote another letter for you
A meditation on the issues that we going through
Our life is complicated, still it's my usual truth
The soul stone sacrificed for the makings of music
And Kill Bill with your heart trick
While art is just an empty apartment, apartment
I sent a late text to fill the darkness
Go on, your face was drowning in grace, I beg your pardon
If I sign a contract and we lose contact
Just remember we was kicking it constant
You pushed me to prosper and fed me the mantras
The fruits of my labour worth whatever the cost was
So from the page to the stage to the grave you stay
When I quit rap and start shaping the clay
When my records start collecting dust in the dollar bin
Just know somehow you still will be a part of them
So cash it in for the 50/50 split
Soda pop banana shit, happier days up at your crib
Cash it in for the 50/50 split
Soda pop banana shit, happier days for your crib
Happier days, happier days, happier days
Happier days, by myself
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