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#Doom
03:15
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#Doom
The President doesn’t know how to read
citizens hooked on their feeds
Ak-47’s the fast pass to heaven
“get outta my lane” tatted on my face
block the weather just forget her
twitter replaced all the headlines
scandalous instead land mines
for/against the Red, White, and Blue
shout out a lie until it’s true
I feel in love with a handgun
you know what you’re doing
I caught you on my phone snooping around
you know what you’re doing
I caught you on your phone snooping around
California set itself on fire
Florida shot itself on the foot
Washington blacked out on the couch
where did we leave right and wrong? They never seem to stay put
hashtag versus backhand
Entertainment my favorite religion
worship the stars we palm in our hands
violent images on the stream of conscious
flows through valleys of corrupt lands
live stream daydreams
dozens of people scattered all at once
moma I’m shot stray bullet just for fun
senile leaders teeter over their phones
old white men thoroughbred comatose
I swipe through hatred
American perception is
heavily manipulated
capitalist hook and baited
we ate it so faded
great blood red true patriot
American hook and baited
we ate it
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2. |
The Hood
04:01
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neon green open sign
neon nails neon lin es
neon drinks neon ice
those little neon lies
neon pills almost spilt out neon insides
last call blasts all on the neon lights
neon stripes we’re neon glitchings
frozen in a constant neon green
damaged pixels
flicker in vape pen smoke
party foul the way back home
at the end of the night, still alone
One’s tired one’s wired
we’re satires of each other
it’s no wonder
we’re bored and blundered
our fuzzy faces sparkle with sadness
its madness this actress is so fantastic
the trap is set
didn’t get lucky but lord knows I tried
my guilty conscience left without saying goodbye
in a parking lot’s disguise
the voice of reason is doing lines
logic can’t keep up with us
let’s make him take one more chug
neon word bubbles bump into our peruse
don’t get upset I meant I’ll never forget you too
Let’s twist our antennas together on the rocks
Mad as Static I’m too enthusiastic to stop
damaged pixels
flicker in vape pen smoke
party foul the way back home
at the end of the night- still alone
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3. |
The Saguaro
04:09
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Pack a few cold ones in the cute new bag
cute new swim suite gonna tag my favorite brand
a bowl before we go pack it fat
selfie of the squad in pool party swag
2 piece city saguaro flavored
the water is numb we’re waist high
sippin on slow motion cups in different colors
slow motion smiles slow motion eyes
Everyone is hot and they’re having a blast
inflatable unicorns puke out rainbows
ray banned cacti sport a wristband
a white girl wasted dances in slow mo
3d bikinis flop in the pool
neon floaties we sippin all cool
tequila on ice pose by the bar
naked sky burns over hotel tarps
I’m a picture in someone else’s palm
tanned bodies candle melted as one
neon limbs roll under a faded sun
the heat beats so we take another chug
misted bar side-he spots a thottie selfing
dances and waves on display
mimic the wild I see from my feed
I’ve been workin out all week to get this angle on fleek
feel me
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4. |
The SB Transit Stattion
03:07
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Used condoms a yellow m&m
Cigarette blossoms ashy pavement
Mexican girl with her headphone on
I bet with like the same damn songs
I bump into a pimp
he holds onto his chick
like the jewelry hugs around his wrist
I bump into a pimp
he holds onto his chick
tight like her ankle bracelet
crooked cat try to steal my gin
sell it to me back and I paid him again
Beg for change with a missing limb
roll on the floor like you went for a swim
Sanity lost under a homeless blanket
Welcome to the San Bernardino transit station
everyone walk around
with their head down
lost my job
lost my kid
it’s all goin south
on the rush
to catch a buck
miss the buss
dude in cuffs
curb side by the mud
on the rush to catch a buck
crooked cat try to steal my gin
sell it to me back and I paid him again
Beg for change with a missing limb
roll on the floor like you takin a swim
Sanity lost under a homeless blanket
Welcome to the San Bernardino transit station
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5. |
Club 5
05:00
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Used condoms a yellow m&m
Cigarette blossoms ashy pavement
Mexican girl with her headphone on
I bet with like the same damn songs
I bump into a pimp
he holds onto his chick
like the jewelry hugs around his wrist
I bump into a pimp
he holds onto his chick
tight like her ankle bracelet
crooked cat try to steal my gin
sell it to me back and I paid him again
Beg for change with a missing limb
roll on the floor like you went for a swim
Sanity lost under a homeless blanket
Welcome to the San Bernardino transit station
everyone walk around
with their head down
lost my job
lost my kid
it’s all goin south
on the rush
to catch a buck
miss the buss
dude in cuffs
curb side by the mud
on the rush to catch a buck
crooked cat try to steal my gin
sell it to me back and I paid him again
Beg for change with a missing limb
roll on the floor like you takin a swim
Sanity lost under a homeless blanket
Welcome to the San Bernardino transit station
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6. |
Sb Pro Headquarters
05:23
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Thick slim heels slow mo
dancefloor hailstorm
sweat on a dress curved indents
bloated belly beer swells
chavela rimed lips melt
we’re not famous so we just pretend
she rolls her eyes at the birds
asks if I’m always this awkward
shuts her eyes under disco ball skies
dancing 23 smooth skin HD
sits cross legged in high wasted jeans
smiles when she see’s
her skin on a screen
hey aren’t friends I think I saw your story
smoked out in the car
live stream from the bar
low battery mode we break apart
Thick slim glasses on her painted face
whips her neck line in acrobatic sways
sparkles in the air, halo filters on her hair
she looks like she’s posing
she’s the moon light, boasting
vanity hitting a pen and
choking on pro cell phone photo shoots
she’s prickly pear on a hook
Stuck in a certain look
like deep thot is what’s in style
she’s an upgraded smile
checks her feed
thirsty for hearts
low battery mode
we break apart
sips on her drink
double taps in the dark
all alone
we break apart
smoked out in the car
live stream from the bar
dance under filtered stars
low battery mode we break apart
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7. |
On an Isle of Dogs
03:33
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She almost looks smooth enough
To fall
in love with Wild spirits
Paw print leggings
Sway down 5th and G
Appetite for relief
10 dollar 2 piece meal
Hops in a stranger’s passenger seat
19 she rocks out her body
strawberry sugar cane draw sting
lovely so sweet we could eat her (w)hole
American discount code
turns her black skin sellable BOGO deal your wounds will heal!
San Bernardino Spray painted
with two dripping R’s
Young working girls fall into a fancy car
No IDing at the cash only bar
Snow capped hills, lined up
-the valley’s scars in the background
caramel skin wet under the sun
the black and blues gaze straight ahead
careful not to peak
in a wink she gains traffic’s attention
has the opposite effect
of what starring at the sun does
Sex behind the curtains of cracked motels
where desperation and madness sells
silver mirrors cloud out the day
beat up city smog over a homeless parade
blonde brick walls with graffitied legs
perk up the busy palm trees
the Golden Inn hotel is where desire sleeps
street corner booty short interns
on their phones, wave
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8. |
Online Hugz
03:39
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First thing, feet in my face
in the morning I’m by your side
let’s take a walk
go wherever you want
my face stickin out the passenger side
we could ride through the sky
I got a rabid love
For my master but I can’t find her
So I bite
I bite
I bite
You’re away all day I sit and wait
I loose my cool I sniff it’s you
Alone I scratch
you’ve been outta my life and I want you back
for love-we fetch obedience, Powerless
house pets, without thought, we sit
for our share of bone
I dream by the window wishin you were home
in your arms we’ll never catch hell
you pet my head
I wag my tail
It’s too exciting
to know you’re by me
Loyalty, rub my back with your feet
But let’s face it I’ve always been a stray
yet you’re one human who can command my stay
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9. |
Laurel Canyon
04:33
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Like a bar where everyone’s ready to shoot from the hip
I’m in a hi def square stuck in a frame
I wanna be wounded gimme a sip
I wanna be touched not swiped away
So you pose for the story then what should I do?
I’ll emoji my thoughts into something smooth
Street cred twerks on IG TV
dog ears flap on sanity’s head
stick out your tongue!
I just wanna be added back
send me some love
Verified I’m the real thing
the real thing, really It’s me
the real thing
well lit fire waist and hips
enhanced bodi positive
everything is perfect
when it’s digital c*o*u*n*t*e*r*f*e*I*t
everything is spotless
photoshopped and edited
we’re professional skimmers
I’m hurt by your hashtag
you mentioned the fake page of me
obviously, it’s you, secretly
everyone is right without having to be
I’m arguing the fake me and it’s fucking winning!
You scrolled away as You saw her face
she’s a friend of a friend and now it’s ruined your day
zeros and ones fix you under your thumbs
peep the new post people send him some love
I’ll take an online hug
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Bolin Jue Indio, California
English Professor/Musician/Artist/ Desert Rat from Indio, CA. I like looking at things sideways.
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