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Intro Hymn
01:00
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I drink it neat for a while
I hit the blunt with a smile
Shotgun he’s dead run a mile
Ain’t been to church in a while
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Goya Gumbani:
Clouds raining down on me
Ma been tryina warn me
Pop’s gone same story
Walked into a different home
Same couch
Same niggas watching Maury
I don’t care for the story
The things y’all fucking with is the same things that fucking bore me
Release me.....
Water wash all my sins away x2
Same day tryina get paid
Doing it for the love or for the paper
Hand out like the waiters and the waitress
Subculture:
Fire reign down on them like hey
Thunder up in the sky like ho
Snow falls down to my brain
The cold numbs by pain
Angels guide me through my soul
Tertia May:
Somewhere I know the rain is gonna shine
But right now this fuckery ain’t right
And I’m hurting in my soul
I’m not in control
Don’t you open up that window
Don’t you let out that antedote
I’m just sick of just f**ing and feeling low
I’m eating these noodles with nothing on
My wallet thin yeh my baby thick
Yeh this p*** don’t taste like a summer trip
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3. |
Letter to Pooh
03:44
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Goya Gumbani:
From the vast waters I done been through
For the cash I been sinful
Still standing on the ave with the minerals
Been a while since the line lost signal
But from now on the bills due
That’s when the stress brews
Tryina lead with the truth where the lies root
Systems got reboot
I got the knots unloosed & the cops tryina scoop
But I done hit my last already
And I’m tryina go where the past won’t let me
I’ma break thru the back doors bet me
Subculture:
Lord heaven is
The memories we collect as kids
Now in my bones
I feel the coldness from the throne
Goya Gumbani:
Close to the achievement
But I can still feel the demons reaching
Got my uncle in my earlobe preaching
Same lessons from the teachings
Son gone so far from the feastings
Now Niggas want a piece in
So sly can’t even hiding the creeping
It’s the trust I’m needing
Many flights my nights consist of treason
I lost count of the feedings
And the feeling
I feel free when the leaves sing
And the lord on the phone wanna know when we meeting
But I told em it’s not this evening
If I got time to kill then why I’m speeding
Because this life of thrills is full of deep ends
And with this pile of skills i’ll shift the weed stems
Subculture:
Lord heaven is
The memories we collect as kids
Now in my bones
I feel the coldness from the throne
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Pearl de Luna:
Not a cloud flew past us
Walking by
Just those same blank stars
That catch our eyes
As we take it step by step
We’ll take our time
But take too slow and I might change my mind
Goya Gumbani:
Clouds over me
My hold within the seams
Lines for the fiends and lies is what they feed
And I done felt the sun and the breeze
I don’t know what’s wrong with the scenes
A few N*** still fucking stuck in between
& I’m still clutching my deeds
All my lows from a bundle of schemes
And all that I know is from the troubles I’ve seen
I’ve lost queens over quick cuisines
When will I learn from these fucking mistakes
Close to the tides tryina avoid all the snakes
When times on my side meet me down by the lake
I got the code when I trusted the faith
And I keep on learning it’s never too late
The plans keep changing
Nothing the same
All the damage my stranded ain’t seen the gains
Cause all that I planned to Is what I can do
Pearl de Luna:
Not a cloud flew past us
Walking by
Just those same blank stars
That catch our eyes
As we take it step by step
We’ll take our time
But take too slow and I might change my mind
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5. |
Only Time Will Tell
02:41
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And I’m draped well. Got suede shoes (uhh)
I’m in my bag yo, I’m in my… (uhh)
I got the paper stacked, they wan see me do way more than I... (uhh)
Yo
I feel the water
Karma came and cashed in
Shortly felt the course start to clashing from the past sins uhh
Shortly from the past things
And it’s constant letters back and forth with me and my thoughts
And I’m draped well
Got suede shoes
And I slide to the groove
Time will improve
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Is my soul leaving
Only time will tell
Uh son
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Is my soul leaving.
Focused....
The games got ferocious
Enclosed the code it was written on the stone
Coved in Brail, learned from the fails and I always put trust in the scales
Always serve from the stairs
Circle not supporting a square
Where I work I’m accustom to fear
Where I work I’m accustom to fear
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Is my soul leaving
Only time will tell
Uh son
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Is my soul leaving.
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Goya Gumbani:
Uhh
Speeding
Still racing
What. What.
I’m back speeding
Still looking for the reasons
On my grind been slacking for a season
I gotta get back get up and get even
Tryina get through the crimes by the evening
Seen a few scary things niggas wouldn’t believe in.
I got war wounds from times I done dark duals
Some clashes cost
Niggas bagged with food
Finger tip gone had to learn how to grip with my palm
That’s a anime lesson
Had a go away and grow lone session
Started off kinda lost till I found my direction
I’m at the root of depression and I’m standing here looking at the truth and blessings
Pearl de Luna:
Give me a reason
Oh won’t you let me know
(let me know, show me all the things we ain’t seen before)
Cause we got lost chasin’ dreams and
Now we too far from home
(too far, too far)
Goya Gumbani:
I got questions that need answers
I’m in the trenches where fiends matter
From the stench see the scene act nuts
Do it for the dollar but a Nigga don’t trust shit
Had to learn to adjust quick when the trust slips like the love did
Still pitching with the blunt I’m amongst kin
And I need the prize it’s the gold that I’m chasing
From the lows I’m escaping
And them overnights stuck in the station
Few mistakes got made from impatience
And I thought that we weren’t but we still fucking trading
And my sister looking down head shaking
So many flags still waving
I can’t help speeding
I’m out here still looking for the reasons
Pearl de Luna:
Give me a reason
Oh won’t you let me know
(let me know, show me all the things we ain’t seen before)
Cause we got lost chasin’ dreams and
Now we too far from home
(too far, too far)
And if we find some meaning
Maybe we’ll find some hope
Something we can believe in
And then we’ll watch it grow
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7. |
Fish Out of Water
03:27
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Goya Gumbani:
I was on the pavement
Papa on the prayer mat
Tryna keep my aims intact
City on my back the facts
The weights be tryna test me
Keep my head above the water
Faith be tryina prep me. Directly
My ties to the past is kinda cray
All the times I try escape for was from my own mistakes
I’m so misplaced lessoned learned
This is a stepping stone
And a letter of my wrongs
I hope this reaches who’s it’s intended to
Subculture:
When they say go go go go go
We all run to the seas
Don’t get shaked by the breeze
I cry no no no no no
My soul melts like sugar
We burn hearts in the cooker
Goya Gumbani:
Mama working two jobs
I was out here racing
At nights I played the futon
Few things caused confusion
And niggas lived illusions
Knew we had to move quick
When twin got the call
Tt was for a couple viewings
The lines was resuming
Confined in the ruins I’m cruising
Aligning all conclusions
Overtime I knew the signs was all about what’s proven
Lies loosened some life’s losing I’m lost at what cost can I halt
I’m on this course
Where the remorse, I don’t know
The shine came over time it took a sec to grow
Lemme lead with my mind my crimes was written in snow
And all the times that I been slipping and shifting with loads
This my stepping stone
A letter of my wrongs I hope this reaches who it’s intended
The cries is remember
And the lies cause this shit to dissemble
And in my mind I’m just tryina reassemble
Subculture:
When they say go go go go go
We all run to the seas
Don’t get shaked by the breeze
I cry no no no no no
My soul melts like sugar
We burn hearts in the cooker
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Subculture London, UK
Gorillaz approved genre-bending artist/producer Subculture is one of London’s most exciting additions to the post-streaming generation of artists committed to the bridging of gaps between futuristic and old. Taking references from Indie, Psych Rock, Post Punk and Jazz and coupling them with 21st Century Hip Hop and Electronic music. ... more
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