They all Sayin I’m too old for you
When you know it’s true I’m good as gold for you
There a burden I can take it, I can shoulder it for you
Do these things that no one else has ever done to you
There she go again yeah she fallin out
When you close those sweet eyes what you dream about?
9Wanna know what I’m thinking while I’m on the nod?
Think of all the places I’d rather die than to live with G’Odd
maybe that sound like a strange thing that she’d say
But I swear that sentiment is echoed almost every single day
Cause the inspiration that just brings it out
If she gotta life, then she wants me out
If I’m the alternative, she’s fine to do without
Better off to tell the story than to stand round and pout
Day that we met offered my hand and I bowed
said I heard you running with the wrong kind of a crowd
As a gentleman, I must insist that that’s not allowed
Been beggin for a change, but you just why’d and how’d
Get what you see here a total act of class
Even take it well if you’re rejecting my pass
If she just knew the fate that later befell
Woulda told me right then you can go to hell
If I gotta give it up to get some that’s all fine and well
Let’s get an early check in at the cheap hotel
I was up front girl, I was straight with you
Told you each and every thing I planned to do to you
put you in that trance I guess it didn’t get through
Cuz she say…
33Rather die in an unnamed sandy grave
For a Saudi prince to give the order, go and kill this slave
3 weeks in a dungeon can’t brush my teeth or shave
Watch from a tower giving me the finger while he wave
Better than enduring the way you behave
To Bear your appetite and all those things that you crave
That the first time someone say that’s what they’d do?
Actually, my love there’s been quite a few
It’s about the way I talk, and think, and everything that I do
tell me rather die than to live with you
Early in the day and you already number 2
Describe a gruesome death, say prefer that to you
They tell me rather die than to live with you
Describe a gruesome death, say prefer that to you
At the bus stop with a lady on my lap
Just gave a little wiggle then I caught a slap
Some might run after, find some fence to mend
I look for another, no making will bend
Take a look at that what do we have right here
Not hallucinating and she’s coming over here
I thought you might be slingin’ but I really couldn’t tell
I said baby I share but I never, never sell
Spent the whole day back at the hotel room
Might as well have been her final resting tomb
Cuz she say
I’d rather die in concentration camp,
have my body turned to oil burned to run some nazi’s lamp
Than have a letter addressed to me where you lick the stamp
Rather smash my skull in a vice grip clamp
Than let you in down here where it’s moist and damp
Not Auschwitz, but the Hilltop I hope that’s close enough
Regretting day she met me, sniffed up all my stuff
must make a strong first impression
but a few hours later then they overcome by the depression
something in the reflection from the mirror
hung above the bed
overflows their mind with this sense of dread
But to get what I desire I’d take some gold and stack
I’d buy up each and every bag of any ice or crack
like a certain type might call them morally loose
But they end up saying they’d prefer to be lying in a puddle of some dumpster juice
Give them everything I got, up all night and then
Then they start talking bout being dead in the recycling bin
For a normal man this might start to get inside his head
What can I say it just illustrates the life I’ve led
Always hearing this shit they say
I’d rather be thrown into the depths of a snake pit
With 1000 vipers and drink up all their spit
Then to put with you G’Odd and with your weird bullshit
Simple explanation nothing more to it.
Rather get shot in front of a firing squad
Than be known again as some girlfriend of G’Odd
rather be crucified up on a cross,
Than endure another day like the one I just lost
Get lit on fire by every lighter that Bic has made
Than relive the perversions you think are getting laid
Telling truth it hurts so good, good so hurts
Ends up rather badly when accepting my flirts
Straddling the threshold between studio performance and digital technique; the NYC artist applies "fake jazz" principles to synthpop. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024
