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Prosper

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1.
naked trees ii 03:21
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I caught a pigeon and I name it after you I burn the message then I locked it in a zoo The key’s a hand-me-down but I’ve been down-and-out for so long Now I turn every drawer again The light outside is dying Check Well the fever’s breaking And the snow it melts I wanna see you I need to see you The bark will turn to bone The bark will turn to bone I need to - I need to see you The bark will turn to bone The bark will turn to bone I wanna see you Will you see me?
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obituary [ft. Charm on the beat] 03:46
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And now I’m running late to your funeral I’m doin’ 80 on 80 I’m in a rental Who’s got the dollar to cross the Delaware? Roll them windows up Don’t breathe the air Obituary I read your eulogy From the left behind Is this the rapture? Turn your TV’s up And put the words on mute Stoke the gas chamber in your living room Bonnie says the lord will take her Whenever he sees fit This invitation standing To carry out his bid Bonnie I am slow to answer Hesitant to lend a hand No I don’t have much to offer Your homicidal plans Now they’re digging graves in the parking lot A man is taking names up by the altar Just leave your name and number and someone will be with you The cemetery gates read “no room available” Obituary I read your eulogy From the left behind Is this the rapture? Turn your TV’s up And put the words on mute Stoke the gas chamber in your living room Bonnie says the lord will take her Whenever he sees fit This invitation standing To carry out his bid Bonnie I am slow to answer Hesitant to lend a hand No I don’t have much to offer Your homicidal plans Kill the headlights Bonnie says the lord will take her Whenever he sees fit This invitation standing To carry out his bid Bonnie I am slow to answer Hesitant to lend a hand No I don’t have much to offer Your homicidal plans Dear Bonnie, I’m sorry Bonnie I won’t let him take you dear Bonnie, don’t blame me It’s time to say goodnight
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circle the wagons [ft. Jenny Palumbo] 03:28
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And I’m standing on a doorstep Made up routine Sweating out in a warehouse Hot and pristine Slingin’ steel ‘cause it’s expected I wanna fix my teeth Up the ramp, lower shoulder Will you make me? R&D (x4) Your arms around me I am surrounded Your arms around me Circle the wagons I rent a glass house in a quarry It’s not much but I get by Still payin’ off my debt to me at 25 Some weeks I sit in circles with strangers in the night Make amends, higher power Hey, who’s got a light? R&D (x4) Your arms around me I am surrounded Your arms around me Circle the wagons (x4) And we’ll sleep tight knowing they’re coming for us in our beds (x4) They’re comin’ for us (x11) They’re coming for us in our beds They’re coming for us in our beds R&D (x4) Your arms around me I am surrounded Your arms around me
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white fright [ft. Jenny Palumbo] 03:38
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My uncle says the North Side is on the upswing It was rough in the 80’s but it’s chill this millennium Now there’s even rumors Nakama is moving in While tents line the overpass by the stadium My sister got her real estate license, she knows shit Like a rent increase means everyone benefits Zoning laws go up, yeah, so does commission While she and her daughter move into mom’s basement Down in the basement White flight, white fright (x3) I’m the first white kid on my block in Bushwick (White flight, white fright) My guy at the bodega says everybody loves it (White flight, white fright) This city’s really changed since they voted out Stop and Frisk (White flight, white fright) Meanwhile 12 still in the cut between Covert & Wilson (White flight, white fright) White flight, white fright (x4) Moved in with my girl upstate in Harlem We work out in the mornings right next to the Apollo Tonight we’ll grab a drink with some friends on Malcom X The food’s a little pricey thanks to gentrification White flight, white fright (x17)
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c.p.r. [ft. Ricky Petraglia] 03:33
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Who’s this coming down my block? Who’s this walking down my block? Who’s this driving down my block? Who’s this cruising down my block? Honey call the fucking cops right now Go Who’s this cruising down my block? Won’t somebody call 911? Courtesy (For those who will pay for it) Professionalism (For those who will pay for it Respect (For those who will pay for it) C.P.R. Baby, please put the phone down There’s no friend on the other end Baby, please put the phone down Tonight the lines are dead Alright I learned a new dance I wanna teach you… Step out of the car and throw your hands up high Now turn around and face me like you wanna die Hands behind your head, bro it’s not your night Now get facedown on the pavement and beg for your life Courtesy (For those who will pay for it) Professionalism (For those who will pay for it) Respect (For those who will pay for it) C.P.R. (911) Baby, please put the phone down (She’s dialing 911) There’s no friend on the other end (She’s calling 911) Baby, please put the phone down Tonight the lines are dead Courtesy (For those who will pay for it) Professionalism (For those who will pay for it) Respect (For those who will pay for it) C.P.R. C.P.R. I can’t breathe (x4) F.O.P. is an M.O.B. (x4) Baby, please put the phone down (She’s dialing 911) There’s no friend on the other end (She’s calling 911) Baby, please put the phone down Tonight the lines are dead
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apart 02:47
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My friends back home are passing ‘round a tape Found footage cut together from our big day Fisheyes catch the glare against the grain One year passed but feels like an age I hear you’re touring houses by the coast Charcuterie and beach house bungalows I’m sharing my friends’ couches with a ghost Tryna sink in through the cushions like a stone I picture your face painted by the day Try to feel your chest falling with the waves Try to taste your breath hangin’ on ocean spray But I close my eyes, it feels so far away And it rips me apart (x4) Now I’m cowered in crawl space To call on you private But the phone just keeps ringing I’m glad you don’t answer Now I’m left here in shadow Where you prescribed me I agree this was best but Your silence is crushing Like a swell on the ocean Where now I float helpless Your face on the shoreline Watching in quiet I’m fighting the riptide You’re sobbing in sea salt Your face growing smaller The beach disappearing
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poor [ft. Booshell] 02:29
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I am poor You are poor We are poor Everybody’s poor She is poor He is poor They are poor Everybody’s poor except them Everybody’s poor except them And it is not your fault It’s not my fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault And it’s not your fault It’s not my fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault And if you’re lonely I can show you some friends I am poor You are poor We are poor Everybody’s poor She is poor He is poor They are poor Everybody’s poor except them I am poor You are poor We are poor Everybody’s poor She is poor He is poor They are poor Everybody’s poor except them And it is not your fault It’s not my fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault And it is not your fault It’s not my fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault And if you’re lonely I can show you some friends Eat the rich Eat the rich Who gets fed when the hogs get fat? Who gets fed when the hogs get fat? I am poor You are poor We are poor Everybody’s poor She is poor He is poor They are poor Everybody’s poor except them And it’s not your fault It’s not my fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault And it’s not your fault It’s not my fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault It’s not our fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault It’s not our fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault It’s not our fault It’s not our fuckin’ fault
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holodecc gf [ft. JimmyIII] 02:51
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My holodeck girlfriend don't trust me It's been a week since I called I told her I've just been busy She don't believe me at all And now I'm cryin' Please, please, baby Don't leave I said, please, please Don't leave me Does all this occupation lead to object immunity? Does all of this frustration lead to love disability? Man, my girl, man The ol' ball-n-chain I'll tell ya She's so tired of the satire Buffoonery is a bore She said, hey This parody is really killin' me I said, hey baby, what's that from? I said, baby What's on TV? I said, baby Please don't tease me Does all of this vacation lead to convo impunity? Does all this stimulation lead to culture anomaly? Yeah, yeah Check it I can't love no woman unless she showing ass A little bit of sass On camera, she like to smash Treat her like a slush pop I just like to lick it down Funny how we come together only when I dick around We take it back like a rewind Hitting that pussy in recline Love is never on decline Shorty really want of me fine Where your spots be? We can take a fuckin' flick On camera don't stop me She make her money suckin' dick
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42°55'N 74°21'W 03:25
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I trust the hand that feeds me Leads me to field each morn I graze so I grow stronger Nursing since I was born I live to limp through the days Limp through the days I love the land beneath me Whole pasture to explore I can run clear to those fences Farmer eyes up my horns I live to the run through the days Run through the days Run through the days Run through the days Seem to have lost my mother I call but no one’s there They give me my own bedroom Spoil me with extra care They lock the gate behind them The night is closing in These walls are shrinking smaller Hunger is setting in I caught your moment of weakness Through the bars I caught your moment of weakness No need to pace the aisle I’m found in every store Will you bring me to table? Will your ilk ask for more? Gather with friends and family Serve me with bargain red Unbuckle belts of leather Ask host if I’m grass-fed And now I’m bleeding away I’m bleeding away I’m bleeding away I’m bleeding away I’m bleeding away I’m bleeding away I’m bleeding away I’m bleeding away I caught your moment of weakness Through the bars I caught your moment of weakness Through the bars I caught your moment of weakness Through the bars I caught your moment of weakness Somewhere in the night An engine turns Headlights burn No one behind the wheel Elsewhere in the night You toss and turn Your conscience churns Motel like a prison No escape plan No stolen van No drive back to Pennsylvania No burner phone And no backroads Your surrender to the mania My hero sleeps My hero sleeps My hero sleeps My hero sleeps My hero sleeps My hero sleeps My hero sleeps My hero sleeps I caught your moment of weakness
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1mouth1000lies [ft. Alex Barkley] 01:10
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rich punk$ [ft. Jenny Palumbo & Charm on the beat] 03:33
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I paid my dues at the co-op I read the lit and subscribed to all the rags I logged my hours in black bloc A guy can only burn oh so many flags And the cause it marches on and on and on On and on and on And the cause it marches on and on and on On and on and on I wanna grow up to be a rich punk I wanna grow up to be a rich punk You got to sweat on and on You got to sweat on and on You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat I’m growing my hair out I’ll ditch the Docs and buy a pair of Reefs Voters card and a mortgage I’ll keep my edge as long as it serves me And the cause it marches on and on and on On and on and on And the cause it marches on and on and on On and on and on I wanna grow up to be a rich punk Crypto, stocks and cars I wanna grow up to be a rich punk Crypto, stocks and cars I wanna grow up to be a rich punk I paid my dues at the co-op I read the lit and subscribed to all the rags I logged my hours in black bloc A guy can only burn oh so many flags I wanna grow up to be a rich punk And the cause it marches on and on and on (Crypto, stocks and cars) I wanna grow up to be a rich punk Crypto, stocks and cars You got to sweat on and on You got to sweat on and on You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat You got to sweat On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on I wanna grow up to be a rich punk And the cause it marches on and on and on (Crypto, stocks and cars) I wanna grow up to be a rich punk And the cause it marches on and on and on (Crypto, stocks and cars)
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obama yrs 04:58
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Drone strike me Legalize me I don’t care anymore Take me for granted like I’m the L Train Just take me again Take me like Obama years Take me like Obama years Run me like Obama years Run me like Obama years The last time I was happy We were in your girl’s Denali And we got lost on the way to the show Our signal’s dropped out While the drugs were kicking in We watched that front wheel drive just spin in the snow Promote me Irrigate me I’ve got nothing to hide Rent me like the bike You left by the bus stop Just use me again Use me like Obama years Use me like Obama years Rent me like Obama years Rent me like Obama years The last time I was happy I was drunk in a jacuzzi And we all got locked outside in the rain The storm was coming in And the fire dying down When you streaked by and all the girls screamed Later on the night When the year ran out of time We laughed away the minutes to go I was looking up While the voices counted down I met your glance and everything slowed If I knew then what I know now I wouldn’t know now what I knew then And if I know now what I knew then I wouldn’t know then what I don’t know now Not set in stone Not set in stone Not set in stone Not set in stone Take me like Run me like Use me like Rent me like Use me like Obama years Use me like Obama years Rent me like Obama years Rent me like Obama years (I wouldn’t know then what I don’t know now) Obama years I wouldn’t know then what I don’t know now Obama years I wouldn’t know then what I don’t know now

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BASS + DRUM MACHINE + SYTNHS + VOX

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released April 1, 2022

All tracks mixed and mastered by Owen Traynor of Hazing Over.

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