Ineffable (Yeah, Of Course This Is About Girls)

[Verse 1]

When the fuck did I become a love poet?

I'm usually in the mood to write for the slow it down,

light the candles, let the feelings come out

and now it's all I think about and it's not like I

really hate it. I got it in spades kid, the basic

placement of putting words in for the plays of

stand ins trying to convince the leading maiden

that in fact you are not playin' and this isn't maybe

but this is what you're really made of

I hail from broken streets down the beats of that

th-thump, th-thump sweet heart rap

That kind of I can twist it up to make it into a joke

so you don't feel bad kind of rap. You know about that?

I know all about that

From jester to joker to test her and no sirs

That break up really did a number on me if you look closer

I'm not a poser or a poster boy for

the romantic ploy with grand gestures like quotas

More of the I've got things to say like

snow is all over Minnesota

And It's always raining from my hometown

I guess that's the way I like it now

From skipping into puddles and

hoping I can use an umbrella so we

can cuddle under that rain is what I hope now

I'm not feeling broke now, I'm just more aware of it

And I still feel dope but it's with the shit I got pair it with

From dates that seem great that lead to dead ends

To good thoughts and intentions that instead blend

with all of my thoughts making me feel like that paranoid parrot

I'm not embarrassed.

But I do lie often.

The options of softness are wearing down

and I choose it so much that's it's like my defaulted

So many faults kid. I feel insulted

Too many waltzes that I rocked solo

So maybe tonight I better last call it.

Where did I leave my wallet? Oh no.

[Breakdown]

Dear god, I wish I could sing for you

but we both know that isn't gonna come true

Yes, I'm feeling blue, but what's a girl to do?

Keep doing what you do and we all fall for you

And now I wish I could carry a tune

But spend the night with me and I'll carry the moon

I'll walk through monsoons and other

of those cliche poetic weather patterns just for you

And I wish I could sing for you

I wish I could sing for you but

I really don't know how to do

I really, really, really, don't know how to

I wish I could just sing to you

make something pretty be sung for you

but I don't really know how to do that

so instead I just have to say it in this... kind of rap

[Outro]

Falling for someone.

is a culmination

of everything I could be afraid of. 

Falling already is unsettling, but when

you start to fall for someone, you start

to think you have superpowers. As if gravity

does not effect you and you’ve been granted

the gift of flight! But sooner or later, you’ll hit

the bottom. Unless you grab on tight. And I

seem to gravitiate towards people who 

have hands stretched out like tree branches,

sturdy, leafy, places I can spend

my summer days.

But the further I fall, the more I have

to confront my other fears. When you

point your finger at me, accusations flying

quicker than darts with tips pointed like

surgeon’s scalpels, all I can ever do

is just try to catch the statements through

my teeth and not let any of my own fly out.

And you’ll remind me that I can’t impress

you every second of the day and that more

often or not, I’ll just be an ordinary human, which

is scary. Because who ever wanted to be in 

love with a normal person? So I start

evaluating my life and my past and my future,

how I’ve been living and how I might die and

all of a sudden every specter from the corners

of the room start to surround my view every time

you ask me what’s wrong and I can’t formulate

words but only images and of course I’ll just say:

nothing.

Just stay with me.

Americana (Yo, lemme try to do something different)

[Verse 1]
Bomber jacket to match the status of
Rapper hatching explosive matches to drag against
the landscape of the planet. Manage to
not mess it up too badly in the long ran.
Past tense because the random vantage
points of view seem to hand in different scanning
Emulating different styles and for a while as a child
I wanted to be on top of the pile but the Nile
swallowed up this vile, bile spitting Guile
so it got real depressing in the permanent files
of the school bully, nerd king, hall monitor
check the thermometer, heat is rising and the
thing relates back to the bomber, so ya boy
is a Drama kid, acting bitch, Chameleon changing shifts
and clocking in double this and that, doing rap
and dramatic monologues about some sentimental crap
and what is that you better check your facts in the alamanc

[Hook]
Something something catchy
combination of rapping and singing will make this happen
Not looking that drastic because
there won't be any auto-tune in this forecastin':
Whether or not we actually just let it happen

[Verse 2]
Just got home to finish this song, wanted to do something
different but instead it came out wrong, so slap the palm
Give me high five and incite the rides to satisfy
the right to write and fly in sight of satellites
Tonight we might have strength and the chain reaction
of this action will gain some traction so the
mack shit of rapping is actively being active
without action to chat this up to all of the masses
looking passive when I pass this flyer of massive
task tips that rather gather looks of magic


[Hook]
Something something catchy
combination of rapping and singing will make this happen
Not looking that drastic because
there won't be any auto-tune in this forecastin':
Whether or not we actually just let it happen

Tinfoil Crowns

[Verse 1]
I'm a round peg in a square world: a goddamn cliche
Everything I say is tinted in yesterday's phrase
But eventually my today will be a next week term
In turn I'll burn like when I yearn and learn
That sometimes girls are a distraction that I earn
Because beauty in motion is something I observe
Talk with an awkward walk, nod with a proper gawk
Slender splendor with suspenders that I rock
I write about what I know. Then from there I just flow
So I depict an image of me approaching you real slow
Hoping that I don't open with a broken focus
You'll notice that the bogus isn't a bit for showbiz

[Chorus] x2
What I'm really about is trying to stay down
Keep my heart matching like my feet to the ground
Hear that p-pound, p-pound, p-pound, p-pound
And my name remains golden until I get crowned

[Verse 2]
Girls make me nervous, rapping makes me nervous,
Performing makes me nervous. Goddamn I'm really nervous!
But of course on the surface the purpose of worthless
is diminished and finished so I live it real calm like a tortoise
My life's a balancing act of poetry and rap
Trying to discern fiction from fact as I pick at my cracks
The bigger the gash, the higher the cash.
Exploit my own weaknesses and eventually it'll pass
Like I did with math class and all that nonsense
Packed in my conscious and yet I don't have the foggiest
Idea or notion of what my knowledge has for me
Scholarships got me sailing very choppy seas
I envy those who already know what they want in the future
While this loser is induced by trying to remain a booster
My direction is up! I try to yell to my demons
This season the treason of reason is countered by believing


[Chorus] x2
What I'm really about is trying to stay down
Keep my heart matching like my feet to the ground
Hear that p-pound, p-pound, p-pound, p-pound
And my name remains golden until I get crowned

[Verse 3]
I try so hard to impress the girls around me
The effort that I put in could have had astounding
Results if I put it into something real useful
Like solving cancer, finding answers to life. But let's be truthful
The youth'll always be using their pupils to look at prettiness
And minds will try to find ways to display wittiness
Our hearts will melt when you smile at us
We're pretty fucked up since we keep falling in love on the bus
Leaving shards of ourselves on every park bench seat
Hoping our phones will ring so we can delete
Loneliness from our speed dial and off our contacts
But we know that we shouldn't use others to combat
The problems of ourselves. We excel this too well
We can rule our kingdoms without the use of magic spells
Pillow top walls and shoebox towers:
Thrones made from Lazy-Boy recliners that could be ours


[Chorus] x2
What I'm really about is trying to stay down
Keep my heart matching like my feet to the ground
Hear that p-pound, p-pound, p-pound, p-pound
And my name remains golden until I get crowned

$$

[Verse 1]
Taking over the mic like I'm changing my name
But I keep it simple like some dudes keep it real tame
Remember the game, December these flames
I'm forever indebted to this inclement weather rain
Gave me something to mimic. Now I just kick it
Like snares to the beat or feet when you've outstayed your visit
Stay timid or chaotic. Drink these problems like tonic
Mind faster than Sonic and I'm a repeat dope offender: chronic
You on it? I'm off it. Because I'm awake while you are resting
I'm the next thing so start investing in this kid perfecting
Like West Wing: I take long walks and pull off monologues
Keep you real interested. When I speak my flow gets haters waterlogged
Don't be alarmed just feel the charm. Lanky boy attitude
with girls around my arm feeling comfortable like southern food
I keep it gentile and deal civilized
Negotiate with these guys while they can't look me in the eyes

[CHORUS]
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm about to rule the world
About to rule the world, about to rule the world
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm about to rule the world
Keep my fingers gripped and cuties toes curled

[Verse 2]
With no point intended but my list of ten did
Leave judges effected with my pretend methods
I fancy myself to be a rapper a lot
But in the end my map is all over the place like a scatter plot
Plotting something devilish as I start to pedal this
Drive metal to fire like I'm gonna be one of Hell's residents
But check again, the embezzlement of this settlement
Is getting even, believe it, never sweating in my Pendleton
I used to be Marshall Lee. But only partially
Rocking the flannels, long hair, and sarcastic "Pardon me!"s
But now it's odd to see, that this Vampire King
Has switched the flow from death to fresh inside the entire thing
And is it tiring that he likes to be Childish?
Ask Maurice, this beast on beats increases the wildness
Give me an Oscar for the orchestrated mind of a violin
While mistresses asking me "Can you sire this?"

[CHORUS]
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm working on this tireless
So tireless. So tireless
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm working on this tireless
Can't hold me back now. I am so wireless

[Verse 3]
Badass on Slimfast, rap game got picked last
But now I'm the captain and this is my gym class
Never had to lift weights but constantly had to wait
For these other dudes to catch up with me. You lames are pretty late
And I'm pretty great. Hence the namesake
But then again your ID tag is not the only thing it takes
I know it needs some brains. Maybe a little braun
I pinky promise that I've got what it takes. Listen to my songs
I could go on and on and on and on but
That will take too damn long
So I'll demonstrate to educate in a major way
Like scales rising on a park place every single day
Working hard until my hands resemble a miners
Been digging for diamonds since I was still a minor
The age has changed and so has the content
It's progress to top this so honest. I'm on it like faucets
You mock this? I scoff, bitch. You don't want this
Get bombarded by a kid who gets carded: I finish shit. I do not start it.

Break

[Verse 1]
Right now I'm lacking an index and the rule of thumb
Is that we can't pinky promise or engage: that's too dumb
So what's really left to write about is the middle
But I got it hand it to you, you're making it by the fistful
"They won't get it, Alex! It's way too complicated!"
Then I think it's time for them to get properly educated
Spitting dramatic irony at hypnotists whom die in sleep
This isn't censorship: just tooting my own beep beep
Is he faking this or is it that real confidence?
It's his own brand of being grand and some awkwardness
Punching at these keys like a boxer with his palms
Got verses like Psalms and I'm balling like the tops of Pawns
The King stays the King but I shattered the crown
So I'm fly like Mercury. I'm the Queen that gets down
I stay so clean that bishops want to pray to me at night
I'm inside my castle since your forward is my hindsight

[Verse 2]
Black sheep of the family. Wearing some wool trousers
Sleeker than chrome, this fox's fire you have to browse, sir
The honest to gosh truth, I say it all within these lines
Sometimes, the rhymes hide the divine behind pines
Because I can't extrapolate or sometimes enunciate
Can't let it marinate. That's why these puns will play
Since I can't afford subtlety I have to say luxury
Words sharper and shinier than diamond cutlery
This submarine rap goes deeper than an underling
This game remains down like it's whole life was humbling
Get ready to bumble if you try to swarm me
My name's not lee but I'll show you I can be deadly
Actually and factually my tact will be
Prim, proper, dapper, like some royalty faculty
Back for me? Then I will gladly give you my spine
Picketers from Mathematicians wave: that's a real sin

[Verse 3]
All out of luck? Guess I'm going to rely on my skill
I write what's right so I must fit the bill
Accruing dollars in a pile, I'm king of capital hill
Rocking with flutes and OGs: an actual trill
And still, you chickens think my quill isn't ready
Just chill your bickering and I'll spill like levies
This used to be clever just for the sake of sounding smart
But now I realize that when I put in a little heart
I'm running even faster while you're still at the start
Changing the tides and words so I'm not feeling apart
Flier than a finch. I'm at this like Atticus
Crawl in my skin if you want to feel talented
These beats I leave increased when I write upon it
Leave comments like comets and treat this like Sonnets
I'm on it and off it and on it once more
Sweeping girls off their feet like it's just a chore

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.