Cheers!

[Verse 1]
Multiple bracelets like I'm hitting all the bars
Only behind the tracks and maybe to hide a scar
Camouflage pants trying to hide just one half
Because I sure like the other side so let's bring it back
Never trying to front even if sometimes on accident
Uh Oh Pregnancy swag: turn my life into a happy event
Cause one of these days, the world will catch up to my feet
While they leave the blocks I'm on my 3rd victory lap repeat
Let's get back to the happier things, let's all just sing
I can rap to you and despite all the swarms and stings
I'll look up and say "What up, sun!" with my shades on
And I'll look to my friends like "What up, son?!" and we just play on
They tell me they wanted clever, so I give it up
We've been dating for a while and I really feel that trust
It's a must, feel the gust, and I'm just about to bust
Clear the rust, headphone thrust, please let it bump
We all gotta do stupid things every now and then
Just flip it and make money off of it: low-rate mortgage
This portion is important. Look at the quotient
You think I'm divided? Nah, I'm way too supported
Wooden blocks underneath my structure
Constructing additional pylons so don't try to rush ya
boy. The kid. The little youngster in this bitch
Like I've been for the last nine months just kicking it
Who's the best? Who's the best? No one ever knows
But we all think it's whoever has the most dough
Or the most props or the most respect
And that's all fine and dandy. But I suspect
That we are all the best in our singular ways
We've all got drive in our vehicular gaze
So take those unique elements and just represent
Like you're a cerium congressmen of your residence
No never evil. You got something special
Just don't Edison and you won't be Tesla
And yessir, just test ya, and all of the stressors
Will be pinned like 1, 2, 3: wrestler!
I am rocking a vest and uh maybe a bow tie
Otherwise something like a hoodie and wings: I'm fly
I used to want to do this for the people to like me
But my ancestors just told me to do it: Nike
So I'm doing this for my own life and my own art
But sometimes after the cute girls who go after my heart
I've got room for it all! I know I am capable
My mind is where horses live: real stable
Got paper like staples, Got morales like fables
And I keep holding it all up: demeanor on table
Got fresh like Maples, hooked up like cables
And I'm with my friends: Chandler and Rachel
No clench, no kegels. Got Os like Bagels
This is Adventure, Time short like graybles
You a-holes, I'm able, to be dope: i'm yayo
And aye-yo, this craft is all faithful
Act 2 on Hamlet: i'm being so playful

The Melancholy

I keep pretending, keep playing make believe
Because I want you to make you believe in me again
Remember when we were friends? Remember high school?
Remember how I finally let go? Wait, that hasn't happened yet. Just a lonely fool
Trying to figure out problems with a handful of matches
Placed against my skin to feel heat and warmth. Return to ashes
And get my head back into classes but I hate it there.
I hate it everywhere. So of course I don't think it's fair
Scars littering my fingertips that you can physically see
But the ones in my brain are the definition of gory
I know I'm really fucked up. At least I can recognize
What's parading in my heart? Maybe I need better eyes
And you were my better half. Probably more of that.
So round me down and I'll finally poof as a matter of fact
Let me vanish into smoke trails, please let me burn off
This has been so hard and it's really made me turn soft
Please just turn off the future so I can go back in time
To something simpler. Remembering when you were mine
And now you're with other guys, giving them the time of day
When I'm stuck in a Dali painting trying to get away
I feel at fault but goddamn it I feel I was prompted
Sending me mixed signals you fucking alcoholic
Grip that pistol and take your shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
And just finish that job.
Otherwise my heart will rot, rot, rot, rot, rot
When it's done it stops
Yes you have changed. But maybe you haven't
Maybe I was just preventing your new habits
Maybe I was holding you back from a fight you belonged in
So now I just feel really obnoxious.
Cautious, notice how I'm nauseous
All of these bad thoughts, please make them stop it
I feel like having scars on my body
will make me remember what has tried to stop me
Badges of victory and dunce caps of shame
I'm hurting more and more and forgetting my name
It's Alex. But sometimes Alexander.
Goddamn it, I feel too much when I hear the proper.
Everything's a trigger and I'm just target practice
Bang, bang, bang and maybe I'll finally stop rapping
And stop doing poetry and even stop being.
No one likes me anyways, why should I keep seeing
if this will turn out well? Because you can't take it with you
And I doubt hell has baggage claim so this life is a misuse.
No this isn't excuse. This is just a bad couple days.
Starting from when I was born and ending a few after I pass away
I know I won't escape it. But god I wish I could.
Leave nothing behind and I'll be gone for good.
Gun to my head? Knife to my wrists?
Start chugging from now instead of taking sips?
Yo, dude, this is kind of depressing.
Sorry man, but thank you for listening!
It made a marginal difference like not believing in butter
And I can still make jokes from the gutter
Asking me if I'm serious? I don't fucking know anymore.
And that's probably the problem. Despite the metaphors
or the similes or the poetic devices
My vices have changed me from the nicest
To a crisis waiting to be reported on the nightly news
Bite me until I bruise. Even if I was just used
I just want to feel something. Nothing kind of sucks
I must have been born and cracked a mirror considering my luck
But enough, I've had enough today.
I'll just go outside and maybe I'll play.

Adequate

I just wanted to make a song where I can be completely honest
Who believes me? Me I guess, I have bought it
4 mixtapes sold, 1 EP,
3 dollar CDs and 5 for the new me
This is all just pure soul, pure of consciousness
Free writing with the foggiest of thoughtlessness
Trying to make you rock with this, instead I get the opposite
Minerals and pebbles getting polished with this wit
But um. I stutter. No, I'm far from perfect
Trying to convince myself and girls that I am worth it
Lorreal, holler at me, give me a few more slogans
Regardless, this track I still run: Logan
One word punchlines, are those still even cool?
I'm convinced whatever I do will stay in school
Which is the new cool. Which is the new chic
They say geek isn't unique because we're all meek
So being typical is the new different and different is the new same
It's all the same game that I never knew how to play
Give me the dice and I'll shout out uno
Give me a royal flush and I'll try advance to go
Give me a chance and I'll sink your battleship
Try to tell you sorry but Candyland ain't having it
They say I'm too sweet but I can play way sour
I'm carrying the dreams of thousands. What up, Mayflower
Immigration flow: give me your stamp of approval
The removal of me is actually the losing your crucial
Never ever say can't: I'm an American
Feeling real connected right now. 06 LAN
Logical fallacies can never pass me
Everything you say next year I said last week
Your rhyme book is my 08 calendar pages
You rocking with an 8th grader was sayin'? Delayed
trains of thought cause I'm never stationary
They look at this dude and think variety: Asian? Very
But he wants to be a black guy, dresses like a white dude
Likes to follow some Chinese rules and he's eating Spanish food?
What the fuck are you? I hear them shouting at me
Van Gogh and I cannot hear thee
So me, my toast, and Mos Def jam poetry
All alone with my Friends, season 3, that's where the loner be
Wearing something real cool and way fashionable
If I can't be the best, dress to impress. Never on sabbatical
It's factual that this bisexual youth from the metro
Wears clothes like a metro, real retro, and still rhymes from the get go
But is he straight though? I say no hetero
Maybe no homo-sapien because alienating with my better flow
Oh am I on a tangent? Oh would you like to banish?
NPH and I are about to make you vanish
Pulled nothing out of something: rabbit in a hat
Everything I do is archaeology hip hop: deeper than rap
And you never hear me swear? Well motherfuck that shit
I speak real proper, never hit a woman, but will hit a bitch
Slap that track with my tongue, and son,
You are about to feel your mistake well-cooked: done
I'll keep doing this until it's no longer fun
I'll keep fucking around with this like Death until she comes

X-Rays

[Chorus]
X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Keep it in tune, call me Looney
Dapper rhymes to go with this mastermind
Trying to keep it all love: Valentine

X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Animaniac getting quite cartooney
Look at my chest and see my heart bump
Cardiac arrest, love lock down in handcuffs

[Verse 1]
And this all suits me. I've got this in spades
Feeling like cleaning ladies, yes I'm made
Text a few girls, but they don't text me back
I treat 'em like dress pants, give me some slack!
Fresh cut, stressed-up, newly adult
With faults who gets up excluding the halts
Take every day like I'm meeting someone special
Wear clothes cleaner than those who work in medical
Smile at any cute girl that I see
Which means I smile all day, what a life I lead!
I flaunt like a player but I always break the rules
Inches away from being the standard measuring tool
Even though I am far from being perfect
See me looking down? That's me being nervous
Too awkward to dance, rocking two left feet
But I can make your heart swing if you let me


[Chorus]
X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Keep it in tune, call me Looney
Dapper rhymes to go with this mastermind
Trying to keep it all love: Valentine

X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Animaniac getting quite cartooney
Look at my chest and see my heart bump
Cardiac arrest, love lock down in handcuffs

[Verse 2]
Takumi the what? You know I'm a fox
Kind of fantastic when I step in the spot
Call me clever? Call me better?
I weather the weather whether or not I get her
Is it romantic or is it dumb optimism?
I'm trying to show one face so I'd suck as a prism
The new me is trying out honesty
And honestly, what bothers me is that obsolete
Bodies who look at me are trying to copy the
modern he but looking so gaudy, geez.
Let me recommend that less is more
Try to say it without any fancy metaphors
Wear what you want instead of what they do
March like an April fool and what I may do
Is be step in step right beside you
Being foolish is something that I like to do


[Chorus]
X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Keep it in tune, call me Looney
Dapper rhymes to go with this mastermind
Trying to keep it all love: Valentine

X-Ray, X-Ray, see right through me
Animaniac getting quite cartooney
Look at my chest and see my heart bump
Cardiac arrest, love lock down in handcuffs

[Verse 3]
Is your name wifi? I'm feeling the connection
You must be the one: I'm liking your direction
I'd campaign for you and your entire election
You got me feeling higher than the soprano section

Maze in your eyes, I'm feeling real lost
Are you the final stage? You look like a boss
You knock me out, kid, like I got a glass jaw
Got me feeling tongue tied: I can only say "blah"

Let me put you between sheets: the bed or paper?
Have you saying fuck more than Tyler the Creator
I'm kind of like candy, girl, now or later?
I'll heat you up cool girl. Turn ya into vapor!

Did you fall out of heaven? That must have hurt
You got something- no, that's me on your shirt
I'm gonna be last because I want you to be first
Let me do to you like words to a verse

Two vowels, three letters, U R A Q T
You can be the beast and of course the beauty
Call me a frat pirate, I'm loving your booty
Get your phoenix rising a second time: Moody

I Do Not Talk

[Chorus] x2
We all need a little help from time to time
We all call an SOS when we fall behind
Fall back on me if you get tired
Fall back on you when you get really inspired

[Verse 1]
I've been wanting to talk to Asher Roth
Ask him about college and what they taught
Because right now, I'm stressing over all this
And I'm not the shit, just feeling pissed
Toilet metaphors aside, I'm feeling wiped out
There are a lot of times where I'd just take a bike route
And just ride until I run the brakes loose
Until I break and finally feel. Truth:
what does that even mean?
As writers, we'd like to say that we can glean
The narratives from the fictions,
the facts from the scripts and
Be treated without suspicions
but, c'mon, just listen.
I might just have fancier words at my disposal
It all depends on how you treat it as a total
I used to be the focal, now I'm just a point
"I matter!" the dot said to the universe: just trying to hear his own voice
When I was little, I just expected greatness
When it's in the name description, you look forward to being famous
But when the job markets in a disarray
And you want to make words for a living, what are you supposed to say?
Mom and Dad, this pen will be my income?
Brothers, now I know you might think it's dumb
Why should I be a part of this system?
They just think I'm ignoring their wisdom.
And it's not like I want to prove them wrong
I want to prove them proud. Prove them that I am strong
I  know can keep these records orbiting
Put on that smile, I'm a real good sport: authority.

[Chorus] x2
We all need a little help from time to time
We all call an SOS when we fall behind
Fall back on me if you get tired
Fall back on you when you get really inspired

[Verse 2]
If I could have a sit down with Gambino
Would we have two shattered and patched together egos?
Because I understand his pain on a personal level
Uncovered and buried deep down, that's why I look disheveled.
We both do the humble guy behind the stage
But polish up our cockiness up on the page
Is it defensive? Check out these mechanisms
Raskolnikov and I about to conquer and schism
I make a lot of jokes. Most have a nose
Some have an eye, and some have earlobes
A couple have cheeks and a few have a mouth
I'm trying to save face, you get what I'm about?
I see a cute girl and I fall half in love
And I'm pretty shitty at math, so we better round up
But I don't have enough faith in myself
If I were an investment, I wouldn't be cut out for wealth
If we really want to see how I match up and shape
Let's check the triangle of the three holy traits
Emotionally Stable, Attractive and Intelligent
I don't think I've ever owned one. Only rented it.
I make dumb choices all the fucking time
And will manipulate people and try to undermine
Honestly? I have no idea about the looks
But mostly that people are quite mistook.
Look
I think I'm slightly above moderate
A little past average and almost on the awesome bit
Unless it's a good day: then I'll be talking shit
And walking this like I'm about all of it.

[Chorus] x2
We all need a little help from time to time
We all call an SOS when we fall behind
Fall back on me if you get tired
Fall back on you when you get really inspired

[Verse 3]
I think... I'd like to talk to me
Ask me how I'm doing and ask me what I see
All about my world and my changing perspectives
Ask him when he gets happy and when it's depressive
What is it called when you hate yourself?
But you know you're still pretty great? Who the fuck can help?
I know I'm attaching crutches to people
To my friends, to my ex, to girls, am I see through?
We used to have a metaphor about what we're made of
Paper or plastic. But it's all the same stuff
when it gets engulfed by the garbage, swallowed by the flame
Digested by the social markets and I'm trying to make a name
Take the fragmented identity I used to have
And try to apply some booster packs to bring it back
To have something really real and authentic
At least I know that all the puns will be intended
But the other things I make, I wish were cleaning ladies
That would make them made and I see the maybes
Crawling up my spine and out of my mouth
Spewing out all of this dumb ass self-doubt
But I'm learning that these problems annual
Are actually turning into something more manageable
Starting to handle goals and channel soul
Into my own hand-written manuals
Even if I'm surrounded by a pack of wild animals
They can try to take a bite out of me: mandibles.
Taking the abstract out and putting the real life in:
I'm starting to grasp something a little more tangible.

Ctrl-Alt-Shift

Pebbles in my shoes, gravel underneath
Wine bottles breaking against my teeth
Losing spirits, inadequate grips
Shot after shot slipping behind your lips
Weak hands trying to reach for something solid

Rocky exterior, someone find me a geologist

Make me more polished, marble crafted body

Never gotten drunk but I still spit up sloppy

Put me a neat glass, I sure hate going to class
Keep me by your chest side, even if it's just a flask
They put me on blast, don't even know the half
Gotta study when I get home but I don't think I will last

Ended up first but only for a second

Strike me down like an automatic weapon

Let me see something even if aggression
Otherwise just wrap me up in your attention

I'm feeling really bland and it's just who I am

Work and school and poetry slams

But what's in my hand? I can't understand

What's left on this tarnished wedding band

Aiming on point but I still miss you

Afraid of a certain word so I can't misuse

Hate being a clean ex. Not grabbing tissues

Chiseled and locked down, life of a missile

Room messier even though I'm a quote "grown up"

Time goes slow enough to show you what sure sucks

But quick enough so you can't even know your own stuff

Hit the detonation but you can't even blow up

I wanted to be clever, I wanted to be cool

I wanted to be everything I tried to be at school

But I messed it up, what is flowing in my veins

I'm still too vain: looking for something to gain

Hate going to this place, it's all bullshit
Life is a trigger and yes I'm trying to pull it

Keep anger like grudges: it's best not to hold it

Not being claymation, I'm not being molded

Hold the fabric of my own destiny

Feels good in my fingers, yes it better be
Cooking up something real mean with my recipe
Quote my own shit and just let it breathe

Like 1, 2, 3,
1, 2, 3, and you better read.
Mixing up all sorts of different aspects
Literature nerd, what do you expect?

Check the specs if you're feeling twice as deft
But you won't predict of what's coming next

This kid is feeling both cursed and so blessed
Feels the pressure but is it that good stress?
I can present but I can hardly test
Don't bury my struggles inside my chest
I suspect that the finesse of this rest
Will reveal the quest that will ingest
More progress, less digress
Traveling in my mind, east to west

His style is real clean but he lives like a mess
In the end, just trying to fill out the Pokedex
His style is real clean but he lives like a mess
In the end, just trying to fill out the Pokedex

And of course the beat changes with the content
No contest I'm spilling my guts is my level of honest

I fucking hate being here, but I make it a little better
Carve smooth nooks in a world of inclement weather
Already used to that rain and that gloom without rocking hoods
Are you okay, kay, kay, kay? Let's get it understood
that my skin pigment is not oriented in my ability
to rock microphones and have ninja agility
My mental stability is located in something more intangible
Cross of a beast, scholar, speech kid and an animal

My anchors that keep me down, keep me grounded

Still trying to figure out life and how it's founded
I'm being childish? Well, it's just a little gambit
I treat life like the solar system, I have to PLAN IT
I manage through skill alone and when I'm in the zone
Never phone in a performance I both shine and shone

Typing furiously at keyboards enough to pop the tab off
I'm a shaken up soda can: I'm about to pop the tab off!

Just call it blastoff, just try to laugh it off

Never being bottle necked but people still think I'm a mad dog
I'm controlling this alternate shift
Can't find the end or delete so we won't really finish

Switches from serious to jokes more times in a minute

The tragicomedy of Alex Dang. You either in it or with it

Dragonite

I'm waking up whenever I want because I'm an adult
Finally reached this ripe old age where the childishness should halt
But I keep on my kid stuff and naysayers get very salty
Keep the pepper pushing like spheres of influence: yes I'm ballsy
Ironic that you said you never wanted me to be so angry
When now you're the reason for this. This is what you made me
Frankenstein that can rhyme, take a look at your creation
My secretions from my brain are flowing quicker in this basement
So I'm about to break out of my shackles and if you tackle
My hustle then I rustle, bustle, say FUCK YOU while I lack some muscle
I'm the skinniest alive and I get brawn for the ages
I step onto different stages and like kin to the herbs: word up to my sages
I'm a scholar who rocks collars and starting to change up the style
Corduroy pants and crew neck sweaters turns up the dial
And are you listening? I'm trying out different inflections
This direction of stressin lessened because I'm so blessed
No need to imagine dragons, I make it real
I got the Chinese Connection. Spitting flames: that's the warmth you feel
I'm a master on the sheets. Paper and beds included
I got manners like a gentleman but believe, I can be the rudest
Take a look at the Judas, they stand all around me
360 degrees of treachery and yet I'm still just counting
With all of this company, I must be doing something right
And if I'm wrong, fuck it, I shine bright because I'm polight
Alright?! My hands have been calloused from holding on too tight
But now the challenge is snatching everything I want in sight
This is my life. So I'm going to make it how I wanted
Like I'm taking shrooms on second base, I'm so on it
Kid, I'm honest. Me and you, we got to stay focused
Currently residing at where the best coast is
But we're gonna travel. We're gonna hit this world like a one night stand
Except I'll be sitting down for years, you see this ring on my hand?!

Dedicated to the poets that helped me get this far
And to the prisons that I lived in that gave me my bars
To the problems that hindered my progress to a stop
You made me better for this thing called HIP HOP

My words are spilling out like drunken texted messages
I'm doing this from my real life. So this is what I'm repping. It's
A kid with metaphors and similes
But similarly he is like a 4 letter alphabet: U C A G
I'm shooting from the hip, now that's a waist line
And I could probably spare some change, cause all I got is dimes
My policy on staying the same is quite obviously
Still normal in the sense that so is Dragonite's hyperbeam