Chillin on an island guess I’m cast away
Finna fill my stomach up with ash and haze, Just ask them what the bastard say
I’m running out of cash and losing faith in the collective
I’m bumming on the ave, resign my fate to predilections
“but Samson, what’s the message?”
If I tell you I should kill you,
This aqueduct existence got me thirsty
I’ll be dead before l’m thirty
Chasing bread is just a hobby
I know that they gon kill me in the lobby
I’m gon have to catch a body with this pen in my hand
Cuz regardless I’ll be locked up like they did to the fam
From the south the north I ain’t been nothing bot a porchmonkey
Nigger to my core, I been living as a profit
Birds is at the door – they been plucking at my sockets
And I might have to let em, I been feeling kinda lonely
My decisions I regret em, I done hurt a lot of homies
My purse was stole before me, I been looking for it sense
If my curses don’t console me Im gon have to slit my wrists
But imma throw a fit, never let these niggas see me
So that when I drop my shit Imma surprise em like a preemie
Produced on the MPC1000, “Nosthaigia” documents time spent in Thailand via regional music. Available here in an exclusive color vinyl. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2024