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1. |
PROLOGUE ℞
00:55
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I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
(I am not a vessel or a name)
I’m Baphomet, ethereal being, don’t be scared of me
(When the sun goes down I pray for poison, when the stars align I pray for rain)
I can’t pop a pill again, I’m sober now
(Holy Nephilim I am anointed, I am not a vessel or a name)
I’m a loner not a poser, I ain’t fitting in
(When the sun goes down I pray for poison)
I’ve been having dream
(When the stars align I pray for rain)
Myriad of things
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
I’ve been having dreams
(Holy Nephilim I am anointed)
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
(I am not a vessel or a name)
I’ve been having dreams
(Pray4Poison)
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2. |
MYRIAD
02:09
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I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
Lately stress has been a myriad of things
Hit the bottom and I turned into a fiend
I’m Baphomet, ethereal being, don’t be scared of me
Oh you heard of me?
Turned into a circus freak
She said “you worry me, I think about you in my sleep”
I told her “baby don’t be scared, this shit is in my genes”
And if I ever leave, see me in the make believe
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
Lately stress has been a myriad of things
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
Lately stress has been a myriad of things
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
Lately stress has been a myriad of things
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
Lately stress has been a myriad of things
I can’t pop a pill again, I’m sober now
Your homie scary, get him out, you know its not allowed
I go manic when I lose and terrorize the town
I look like a lick, but my people got choppers now
Got a blade, I’m not afraid to let it take a limb
I’m a loner not a poser, I ain’t fitting in
Busy schedule, but she bad so I’mma fit her in
Every mortal bleed in combat, I’mma finish him
Pour a line, you my type, get in my ride
Let the snout poke out, hit him in the eye
I feel like I’m so ahead of my time
I speak to Nephilim, give me a sign
I can switch up on a bitch on a dime
Hey, hey
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
Lately stress has been a myriad of things
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
Lately stress has been a myriad of things
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
Lately stress has been a myriad of things
I’ve been having dreams about Amiri jeans
Lately stress has been a myriad of things
(Pray4Poison)
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3. |
SPAZZMASTER
02:38
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(I was hoping you could change shit, I feel…
I feel like at this point I’m in the middle of…
I feel like at this point I’m in the same place I’m gonna ever be in)
Wearing white, I’m like the Pope
Yea, yea
February turn to ghost
Yea, yea
I got brothers serving dog food
Yea, yea
Silver spoon but that's my dog, fool
Yea, yea
Baby I’m not, I’m not the guy I said I was
I’ve driven cars I wish I hadn’t
I’ve fucked on bitches I wish I hadn’t
I got experiences I wish I hadn’t
These empty bottles ain’t acetaminophen
If you think you know me, we ain’t friends
I lose my mind when I find some alprazolam
And they should’ve never let me find the dark web
If you fall in love don’t even start with me
I fell in love when she was in my car seat
I didn’t go to rehab, I did a rebound
She called 911, I almost stopped breathing
Shit was a hurricane before the hurricane
And L*** only see me when I wanna smile
I hear them talk about that graduation
When I’m only worried about that fentanyl
I bought test strips ‘cause I play on upping up my use
I know I still could be touched, I’m still mortal, fool
I can’t even put my finger on what bothers me
I think I still think way too nihilistically
One summer, two lovers, I’m a slutty boy
I can’t even remember half the shit in Baltimore
Woah, woah, woah, woah
(Hey bro, call me back when you can.
I’m sitting in my car, parked outside, like, the usual spot on Fontainebleau.
Bro I’m spazzing the fuck out, I need you to pull up ASAP!)
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4. |
FONTAINEBLEAU
02:57
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Fontainebleau, take a right
Yeah we almost there
Talk to you, and I ruin my night
But I don’t play fair
I don’t feel like the kid that I used to
Make rules, but you never make room
I’m a bad guy, like I’m Billie
Claiborne to Napoleon from memory
I’m a slutty boy, like I’m Fat Trel
Found a new flame, couldn’t hold it that well
Sorry Sammy yeah, and sorry Mommy ay
Emotion doesn’t take place, it’s a holiday
I’m a fucking wreck, why are they listening?
I’m not a normie, I’m just faking when I’m fitting in
I can’t lie, I relapsed again
I broke my promises
(The motto, ay, yolo, yeah)
In my defense I’m not the same quite Orphan when I’m off of it
(I need a whole bag)
I take my shield down
Whenever I see you
Or text you, I know it's disgusting
I keep a wall up
You break it down, you’re Gorbachev
You tear it down, that shits so uncomfy
I risk fenty presses for the thrill, you can’t kill me
Tough with the drums, now the rappers tryna steal me
I can’t do 9 to 5s, but I didn’t pass at all
Benzo in my body, I might *unintelligible lyric*
Fontainebleau, take a right
Yeah we almost there
Talk to you, and I ruin my night
But I don’t play fair
I don’t feel like the kid that I used to
Make rules, but you never make room
I don’t feel like the kid that I used to
Make rules, but you never make room
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5. |
HYPE ME UP
02:45
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I don’t wanna talk on the phone
I just wanna be all on my own
Comfort in the zone
I don’t wanna get up in my feelings
If I’m feeling what I’m feeling, then I’m blown
I miss xans, I miss being an addict
Fucked up but I’m comfy when I’m coping with a habit
I don’t lust, if I want it I’mma have it
I don’t trust, everyone’s a savage
I got love for people who do not care about me
On the street I feel like everyone is staring at me
Off a pill, I’mma peel off with no goodbye
At the party, nobody here knows a thing about me
You say you love me, like how?
How you love me when I’m always so down?
Do you love me when you think about the future?
Do you love me in the here and now?
I wanna pour drop in the Powerade
I really can’t believe I’m ‘bout to graduate
I get dripped up and go nowhere
I’m no one, how can you be proud of me?
I don’t wanna talk on the phone or text
(I don’t wanna talk on the phone or text)
I don’t wanna talk on the phone or text
(I don’t wanna talk on the phone or text)
And its really fucked up but I think about violence
Power trip turned me to a tyrant
Bad bitch turned me to a simp now
But I cuffed her, turned her into my bitch
In my whip, going 90
I’m crazy, don’t try me
Used to eat a dozen bars and wait until it blind me
Silver spoon, but I let it get grimy
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
If I wanted to I know the way to re-up
And it's tempting but I told myself I’d clean up
I’m like Cena, they can’t see us
Walk a mile in the Vans and you get it
You can’t save me, don’t sweat it
Be chill now
I’ll confess it
I miss late drives with you there by my side
And I miss bedtime, your voice is my lullaby
And I miss pills and the people I did them with
And I miss H****** and L*** a little bit
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up, yeah (yeah)
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6. |
I MISS DC
02:50
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Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I’m getting older now
Time ain’t slowing down
I’ve got plans, big plans
I’ve got fans
Well at least like a few of them
I’ve got friends, real friends
But I never see them, it's not fair the way I’m doing them
I ain’t having fun
Told my mama that I wouldn’t but I’m doing drugs
I told L*** that I’d call her but I haven’t yet
Swear I’d take over the world if I had confidence
Westly on the beat got me feeling like I’m back home
And I moved but I still use funnel tobacco
And I move like I was running from my shadow
I got hella demons, know it's cliche but I fight them for real
And they fighting to kill
Lots of people say they love me, I don’t know if they’re real
Never know what to feel
Need a pill, need to chill
Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I’m getting older now
Time ain’t slowing down
Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I’m getting older now
Time ain’t slowing down
Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I’m getting older now
Time ain’t slowing down
Whipping my way down Oregon Ave
I see my old house
Think about the times when I was younger
But I know I’m getting older now
Time ain’t slowing down
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7. |
COME THRU
02:44
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I want to know what a rack do
I’ll be always on you like a…
Itching it feel like the ship is sinking
T-Baby with the re-up better come through
I want to know what a rack do
I’ll be always on you like a tattoo
Itching it feel like the ship is sinking
T-Baby with the re-up better come through
I’mma come through
Baby, will you be there?
I don’t wanna think ‘bout what I’ll see there
My life always shocking like a screamer
Scary maze game, running and my feet hurt
Do you really want me?
I act like a zombie
I eat up a school bus, and tell you that it’s not me
Do you really need me?
I can get so greedy
I go out at late nights and pick up from the seedy
You’re like a little mini me
That’s my twinny, b
Roll up to the function and I’m twenty deep
If you mess with me, that’s your head bro
Watch your head go
Watch your mans go
I ain’t damn slow, I pick up quick
I ain’t a damn lick, pull out the knife quick
I’m like the Loch Ness, I run the whole pond
I’m like the Don Juan, come get your mix done
(I run the whole pond
I’m like the Don Juan, come get your mix done)
I want to know what a rack do
I’ll be always on you like a tattoo
Itching it feel like the ship is sinking
T-Baby with the re-up better come through
I want to know what a rack do
I’ll be always on you like a tattoo
Itching it feel like the ship is sinking
T-Baby with the re-up better come through
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8. |
LUV JUNKIE
03:10
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(Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah)
I think I love you
Promise that you love me
And I usually work alone
How did you cuff me?
Ever since I sobered up I’m steady struggling
But if you hit me up, I’ll say it's nothing
Girl I’m nothing
I’m a shadow
I’m a junkie
I’m an asshole
Oh you love me?
Girl you’re crazy
I’ve been falling
Can you save me?
What can I do for you?
What do you need from me?
I’m a butler boy, bring you whatever the eyes can see
And I really need you on my team
Oh the irony, you’re turning me into a fiend
Pop another seal while I’m thinking ‘bout my bitch
And I’m praying that my liver gonna hold up
I don’t feel like I am worthy when I throw up
She expects a lot, but I don’t know nothing
Don’t got a lot of love for myself
And I’m tryna love another, but the love run out
And the cup runneth over, so the love went south
Now I’m all by myself in a big love drought
Don’t love to shout
I’m in your town
Doing circles ‘round your block
And I miss you, like, a lot
Overnight I think you left a sock
How ‘bout you come and pick it up?
I can scoop, you don’t have to walk
I know how you feel, you don’t have to talk
Tied your heart up into knots
Lost the key, and hide the lock
Know it must’ve been a shock
But I got this shit on lock
Me and you until we drop
Me and you until we woah
(Yeah I’m… I’m sober now, I quit drugs
So it’s, like, easier to be honest now, I guess
But, you know, I… I got a lot to say still)
I think I love you
Promise that you love me
And I usually work alone
How did you cuff me?
Ever since I sobered up I’m steady struggling
But if you hit me up, I’ll say it's nothing
Girl I’m nothing
I’m a shadow
I’m a junkie
I’m an asshole
Oh you love me?
Girl you’re crazy
I’ve been falling
Can you save me?
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9. |
PK FIRE
02:34
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Bape all on my body, I’m a trophy now
Watching out for 12, this show is not allowed
Pull up to the scene, my chain is Billie Jean
S-90-3, I’m chilling off the Bruce green
I’ve been popping pills, my baby loves a junkie
She queue up Love Me, say she love me
Love when I go dummy
Pull up to her city, she know when I’m coming
Looking sketchy with my shades on, it ain’t even sunny
When I pass away, bury me in my Bathing Ape
You’re a copycat, lil clone boy go and hit the brakes
Don’t got no talent but the swagging is my saving grace
Hit the party and I pull up like an hour late
On Connecticut
Doing fifty in the twenty, I might crash the whip
I was a bad little kid, “always sat in the back of the class” little kid
Saw my homie make a rack, that’s what that trapping did
I might go walk off the tab, yuh
Shawty got neck like giraffe, yuh
That kitty clean like a bath, yuh
I’m like a bitch with the sass, yuh
I make your girl skip her class, yuh
Can’t even remember the past, yuh
(Bape all on my body, I’m a trophy now
Watching out for 12, this show is not allowed
Pull up to the scene, my chain is Billie Jean
S-90-3, I’m chilling off the Bruce green)
Bape all on my body, I’m a trophy now
Watching out for 12, this show is not allowed
Pull up to the scene, my chain is Billie Jean
S-90-3, I’m chilling off the Bruce green
(Congratulations, you won)
Bape all on my body, I’m a trophy now, trophy now
Watching out for 12, this show is not allowed
Pull up, pull up to the scene, my chain is Billie Jean, Jean
S-90-3, I’m chilling off the Bruce green
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10. |
EPILOGUE ☧
01:27
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(Pray4Poison)
If I pray for poison
Then you pray for me
If I pray for sleep
Then you pray for dreams
Baphomet and Yahweh are the same
Where there is smoke
There is fire
Every low comes from a high
I spiral down
But never tire
Every fallen angel could once fly
Yahweh and Baphomet are the same
(Pray4Poison)
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ORPHANBOY Washington, D.C.
ORPHANBOY is an artist, producer, and mix-engineer who’s colorful sound combines elements of Pop and Trap, influenced heavily by the internet underground of the early 2010s. Born in São Paulo, raised in Washington DC, and currently based in New Orleans; ORPHANBOY’s unique style stems from the wide variety of music his upbringing exposed him to. ... more
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