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Massive Poetry

by The Friendships

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I see the way you look at me From Californ to Tennesee Rollin' eyes n' shit Like I ain't shit Who you think you is? The president of showbiz? Well check this out This is what the Friendships about
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I'm the guy with the inline skates Skintight outfit, wrap-around shades I won't lie, man, I have no shame It sure beats playin' with my balls all day Wait a minute You're telling me Four wheels on a boot is better than my healies? Oh please, I got my JNCO jeans with my chain wallet attached cruising like I'm hovering JNCO Jeans are a nasty dream Your pants are too big for the beach If you're rockin' healies then get out of my way or get some inline skates and we can get shitfaced You know what? I like your passion son Plus the JNCO theme is "judge none, choose one" So I choose you to be my best friend, dude even though we feud over who's wheeled shoes is crude and not to be rude but you know the one-wheeled heel is a big deal when you wanna feel real chill with a tiny little itty bitty ounce of thrill I'm hoppin from job to job tryna make ends meet I'm not the one you should hire cuz I am lazy I just wanna lay about and create little worlds fuck around with my friends on the weekend
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They say that love hits you at first sight But I don't hit back cuz I don't like to fight Call me a pacifist, not the violent type I don't have a fist, I'll probably die tonight I don't feed trolls, I never engage That's advice that's supposed to be sage But how does one create in this dead Twitter age Can't finish shit inside a cage Chorus: Don't be lonely, don't be sad Snap out of it, cheer up, be glad Only positivity, never get mad And don't flip out when I don't text back I'm busy! Grindin' my hustle in the city Lookin' for likes from anyone in my vicinity Tryna build my brand, establish that identity This is how you do it in the twenty-nine-tizzy Friendship is important but ya gotta do the work Livin' the struggle means ya gotta be a jerk (sometimes) It's a wave ya gotta surf If you don't roast battle, how you s'posed to know your worth? (Chorus)
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I'm a cool dude, doin' cool things Got no bling-bling other than this pinky ring Can't sing but I play with it anyway Y'all lookin' at me salty like some ocean spray I ain't got a dollar to my name, no fame No game, I guess I'm pretty lame The opposite of Bruce Wayne, well, I guess I got pain I guess I used to have a little cutey at my place We even shared dressin' space and slept face to face, but her pace was quicker than mine In hindsight, I think I might be blind Too broke for the rich kids Too broke for the poor kids too So what the hell Thad Newman MC gotta do To stop pickin' up all this dog poo He's gotta get it right He's gotta get it tight Nah, he's gotta get a pipe, to smoke all night And get too high and ignore strife I wake up in the morning and I just wanna sleep But I still get up, I still get up Every day it gets harder but I don't lose a step Cuz I take my pills, I take my pills I take my pills and everything goes white and I cannot breathe and I've lost my sight Suddenly, I complete my list Thanks to the pills, I feel like I'm the shit I'm the shit, I'm the shit I'm the shit, I'm the shit I'm the shit, I'm the shit I'm the shit, I'm the shit My inner engine's hummin' and there's no stopping it My outer engine's somethin' that don't even exist I'm out in space lookin' for outer-space laced Cannabis with the power to melt my baby's face
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Dreamworld 04:21
Chorus: This is how I want to live This is how I want to live In my ideal dreamworld My dream world aint some Pixar flick In collabs with them Dreamworks pimps it’s just me and a pixie stick Rollin’ off a weed fix Knee-deep mixin’ convo with a smart heady chick Who’s spittin’ irreverent references While we sippin’ on benevolent refreshments Then I walk away / singin’ to myself Said I walk away / singin’ to myself Whistle Dixie, I got a pixie stick in my Back pocket; touch it and I’ll sock you right in Your left eye socket and I’ll lean in Said I’ll lean in, and whisper with A whimper: you can have my candy pimp cuz that Punch just broke my wimp wrist and with a Quick twitch, I’ll twist and toss you the Pixie stick, see in this dream world I’m a beta bitch And I’m okay with it, now we go cloggin’ Up my brain stems, I’m the Rat King of Friendship! A real Pat Dean type misfit, sippin’ Shit til I lean fat off a spliff hit, yuh Cuz in this dream world I’m a beta bitch Said in this dream world I’m a beta bitch In my dream world I’m a beta bitch and I’m okay with it yea I’m okay with it (chorus) Friendship swimming, coast highway pacific Driftin' out oh shit I see shark get in position Turns out it’s Jaws, he couldn't bite my bones That's the thing about Jaws, he's like ninety years old Wait, didn’t he die? but yo I brought em back This is my dream world, my little shark attack Me and Newman straight shroomin at the beach, that is Jaws showed up with the peach bellini I said “okay” Thad said “yes please” Suddenly we’re faded off a peachy breeze Jaws gnawin’ on my arm cuz he knows he’s harmless Thad climbed down his gut and found some lucky charms It’s okay to be cool with fools who drool Sometimes they can’t help it, sometimes they skip school I’d be lyin’ if I said I follow all the rules I once smoked opium on the clock, and that ruled Lucid Lucy my angel dream goose Appeared to me in my sleep looking juiced I said are you okay and she showed me her bruise I said come here baby, we got nothing to lose Me and Lucy eloped but it did not last She’s a lucid dream goose and I’m a real ass Even in my dreams it just didn’t work out Cuz she had some sharp teeth in her little bird mouth, yall (Chorus)
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Chorus: The winds are blowin' west Leather jacket, sweatpants Can't forget the vest Leather jacket, sweatpants I feel like a goat With a nose for a scrotum And I think that I smoked A whole trashcan of roaches Love to work, nine to five I love my job, I love my wife I love my boss, even though I know he don't care for this Joe Shmoe You can always find me workin' OT Unpaid like an OG, oh no Here he goes with the workplace flow No benefits, don't give a shit though Just thrilled to kick the weed kids out the front door Just thrilled to kick the weed kids out the front door Why? Cuz I ain't down with gettin' high Why? Cuz I saw what it did to a friend And in the end, he ended up Wearing a leather jacket with sweatpants Oh, that actually makes a lot of sense then (Chorus)
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Comin' at ya with the fat sack Cruisin' in the Buick with my boy in the back Strapped with the boom-bap, no gats Just facts And fact is, these two kids is kinda crazy These two kids is kinda hazy from the Weed smoke plus we've been drinkin' on the back of a boat Pimp, on the side it says S.S. Friendship We offer free pizza to all those who come see us Just RSVP and y'all might even meet Jesus We rubbin' knees with the plebes cuz it pleases us We guarantee we're apparently genius Floatin' downstream with my whole down team Cownie and me, downin' Hi-C and Dramamine All the dolphins flippin' out on that high seas tree And the jellyfish are jelly cuz they can't find me Y'all tryna holler, get some octopussy, huh? I'm just kiddin' We just havin' fun swimmin', grab a floaty, get up in it An underwater picnic... Excuse my penmanship I'm rappin' on my friend's shit This song's about our friendship You nailed it like a french tip We tighter than a slim fit All my friends been lit Your whole squad's blowin' up Hindenburg blimp shit Holler at your friend's chick Dunk here like a French dip Shoot your shot, change the world Gavrilo Princip Thad, Seth, Ver$ace, V. Presley That's some pimp shit Drop a deuce in summer camp That's some in-tents shit Duckin' all these chickens On our season three Friends shit Snatch your wig in half Yea, that's how you get your wig split It's the Friendship Ship Don't take it for granted Stay rockin' til the end Like the band on the Titanic If you're the kind of friend That would leave your friend abandoned Don't call it a friendship Yo, you need to rebrand it We went to drop anchor Seen a thot and I banged her She wanted to be friends Said goodbye and we thanked her
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Where's Thad Where did you see him last Dude said he'd come through But I don't see his ass We s'posed to spit truth But it's already half-passed Maybe he went to class Maybe he passed It aint like Thad Newman MC to ghost Bro knows he got that responsibility So I fret my friends that he may be toast Maybe met his fate via guillotine RIP to the Rat King of Friendship Like all things, his reign has ended Please refrain from all praise of Thad Newman MC, I'm the new king, Cockalicious you see When you don't show up You get to' up Lesson learned, 2018 Year of the me, what? That's fucked up That's fucked up That's fucked up That's fucked up See y'all next week It's all good
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Fluffy Cat 01:44
Chorus: Fluffy Cat, Fluffy Cat, Fluffy Cat Plus a billionaire dog Ridin' on a skateboard Cruisin' down my boulevard Bark! Bark! bark! Wait, that's a fluffy cat? Shit, thought it was a short-haired fat cat Thad Newman don't do the click-clack rap But he ain't afraid to talk dogs with fat stacks With a billionaire dog, Fluffy Cat, Fluffy Cat (Chorus) Friday night with Fluffy Cat Friday night with Fluffy Cat Fluffy Cat Fluffy Cat With a billionaire dog Where'd he get all his money? Fluffy Cat Fluffy, Fluffy Cat With a billionaire dog, Where'd he get all that money?
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Chorus: I'm glad that you're home But I'm gonna need you to go now Just go now Operator error Operator error People stop and stare Every time I climb the stairs I wish they'd mind their business I wish they didn't care But I'm everybody's landlord And a famous wealthy heir The kitchen sink don't leak Y'all just want my autograph It's a tricky situation That I can't get out of See I'm the son of Satan And I don't think he knows (Chorus)

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Our debut album.
Includes a teaser for Massive Poetry: The Film!

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released December 11, 2020

All songs written by Seth Sam + Ryan Cownie.
Produced by Jason Caldarera.
Artwork by Chazz Jogie
Type by Albert Im
Film by Zegan Doyle


Acknowledgments: Thank you to all of our listeners, to our patient neighbors at Mariposa Heights, the guys at Mary Market, the crews at Que Ricos, Big Jim's Donuts and Michelle's Donuts, Zegan Doyle, Gina, Frank and Molly Doyle, Lucas Molandes, Kerri Lendo, Jerry Hebert, Andy Farnsworth, Danny Palumbo, Morla Gorrondona, Micah McKee, Jack Kennedy, Thomas Haulard, M.C. Lunchboxx, the sound engineers at Spiderhouse, and everyone else who listened to our silly demos and encouraged us early on.

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