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INTRO (G O A T)
don't talk until you walk...& don't speak until you think
cause this life don't always give you what you need
VERSE I (G O A T)
starin' out the window, thinkin' 'bout my kinfolk
hearin' voices through the screen, screamin' as the wind blows
how much further will we go 'til we realize that we're alone
lovin' life, but livin' like the end's in sight when we're home,
but it ain't - make no mistake - gotta play my role & be strong
stand my ground, clear my clouds, think about how far we've gone
can't look back now, hope my parents are proud
every compliment that I get, I give to you a huge smile
couple of different ladies on my mind - feelin' guilty about it
trouble awaits me everywhere, ain't even tryin' to lie about it
...raven on my shirt, mirrored by a white bird
Novel-T, P-O-E, three6t directed me
to make the purchase, it was worth it, speakin' loudly - no words
depth through silence - curiosity killed the kitten first
sight blurred, thoughts smeared, french-kissin' a bottle of Beam
flight booked, feeling cramped, tightly gripping my dreams
CHORUS (G O A T)
don't talk until you walk, don't speak until you think
cause this life don't always give you what you need
gotta keep on searchin', gotta keep on lurkin'
gotta keep on workin', gotta keep on flourishin'
don't talk until you walk & don't speak until you think
gotta keep on searchin', gotta keep on lurkin'
gotta keep on workin', gotta keep on flourishin'
VERSE II (J Gray)
I keep my feets to the grindstone, the peace and the vibe slow
increasing the quality, but we keeping the price low
& me, I'm in my zone, so when you see your boy working
catch me in the lab with a pad & a closed curtain
for certain Mr. Killer on an instrumental
in the middle of a couple projects, a pen or pencil
in a tight grip, in a fight with my own mentals
I might be the right type when I write, but no dimples
I'm a hard work addict...minimal hint of magic
I hit a track immaculate & drop the mic & get to packing
I'm out the back with the knapsack & a wife
who understands that I'll never grow accustomed to the life
I’m a mess...I fold blunts for stress
& never tote the heat, but I'm lightin' up your chest, yeah
it's not a hollow tip, it ain't about the dollars kid
it's rolling down streets & up sleeves to work all of it
CHORUS (G O A T)
VERSE III (Penjamin Franklin)
like I'm moving close to light speed with visions of my scene
as I'm passing through life mixed with blurs of dreams
& I'm chasing my passion & rocking mics on the low key
when I need to just blast 'em, numbing they pain like it's codeine
life happens & the devil starts to intervene
facing demons on the daily, I can't let him see me weak
so the grip's tight, shoes laced, problems ready to face
as I keep the faith headstrong & watch 'em embrace
never safe from my own self, that changes today
no longer in my own hell, that problem's dead & gone away
in the league of impossible, I risk it to the edge
cause when your god-given gifted folk there is no ledge
close call, road off, safe from the crime scene
lyrics left a fingerprint, enough to make your mind think
those who don't feel it, middle finger for the time being
tight grip, can't slip, ducking from your high beams
CHORUS (G O A T)
OUTRO (G O A T)
...gotta keep on...gotta keep on
...gotta keep on...gotta keep on
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INTRO (G O A T & J Gray)
on, on, & on
with if you say so
I heard the starting gun,
but where's this race to?
until we get it done,
we should lay low,
but I'm so underground
that I'm volcano
so turn a page, turn a phrase,
& turn it all around
...& follow me down
VERSE I (J Gray)
take it down to the basement
we be givin' the rap game a facelift
like...dead broke around uppity folk
you know we stay close to the basics
guitar cases & bass lines
in the waves of a melody
3 soulful hip-hop rockheads
minimal hit of metal please
ain't telling me nothing, backbeat I'm bustin'...disgusting
sick with a quip from the hip right quick
yeah, even when I'm dusted
with that pine scent, my minds bent
& that there sunrising's
horizon is inspiring him to use violins...right then, when it goes...
CHORUS (G O A T & J Gray)
turn a page, turn a phrase,
& turn it all around
...& follow me down
VERSE II (G O A T)
gonna warn you now, don't follow me
don't copy G & don't bother...leave
all of yall quit commenting
on, on, & on like you mocking me
from the breath I breathe to the food I eat,
seeds I plant & footprints I leave
I'll admit right now that I dig too deep
a downfall of mine, but at least I see
OCD, labeled a freak
not quite free, but I'm u...nique
I'm a rough-cut diamond, shinin', grindin',
but still stuck in debris
a nightmare in your beauty sleep
chaos is calming to me
compare it to a little Grey Goose
mixed into your green tea
CHORUS (G O A T & J Gray)
so turn a page, turn a phrase,
& turn it all around
...& follow me down
VERSE III (Penjamin Franklin)
follow me to the spaceship
let's all blast off from this ancient
& please grab all of the strange kids
no need for the complainers
my hair's thin like my patience
humans need some arranging
& let's face it, yall waited
I can't believe we all made it
now that we're here, let's praise it
make it clear, no hazy
no faking or hatin'
or what have you done for me latelys
it's all love, no breaking
hearts & minds the same wavelength
we travel time & still waste it
like the one rhyme we keep saying
CHORUS (G O A T & J Gray)
so turn a page, turn a phrase,
& turn it all around
...& follow me down
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INTRO (G O A T)
ooo...when I think about you
I've been thinkin' 'bout you way too much lately
VERSE I (Penjamin Franklin)
when I think about you, girl
& that sweet smell & that purty skin
soft shell, I want us mo' than friends
oh well, that's just how it is
hard to breathe, but I know I'll live
take a part of me every time you dip
taste ya scent & I can feel ya lips
making hard for me to live like this
when i think about you, girl, my troubles seem to mute
you're the only thang my brain will even let itself compute
& I'm scared to death that you don't feel the same way
friends take bets I'll never see the day
stuck alone & in disarray
searching for the right words to say
lost & confused & will i get it right or do i play to lose?
either way, I'm gonna make a move
& tell ya how I feel & that i care for you, be there for you
that's how it is & so I pray one day you'll get it
& when i think about you, girl, feels like my heart is missing
I want you with me miss, three kids & a picket fence
two dogs, mini van for trips, a yard with acreage
got me in denial like an atheist
so either come to me or please make it quit
I'm tired of dreamin' of a world where you don't exist
CHORUS (G O A T)
ooo...when I think about you...when I think about you
...when I think about you...when I think about you
...when I think about you, yeah...
VERSE II (J Gray)
when I think about you, I flash a smile I never had in my life
I look around this old world, these girls got nothing on my wife
I think about God, how art works, how the shape shifts in the light
how the curvature of them earthen eyes make my rocket want to ignite
I think about you, I think about a thousand blessings
forget about the mess that I made in my younger years with a hundred beers & a million questions
& my quest ends & my dream sits under snares right ‘fore that bass hits
kick connect to my heartbeat 'til I'm gushin' all on these pages
or I'm cooking up in that kitchen...dinner done but I'm bakin'
still the same one you first met, yet we grow, we change &
that's beautiful & that's deep - it's teaching both of us patience
so I'm paintin' all of my dreams with Sarah in 'em...& that’s maintenance
you the A to Z in my alphabet - figure 8 turned sideways,
my shotgun in that Bonnie seat when I'm Clyde-in' out with my high ways
when I'm irate, you the valium...deep breath, my ten count,
my medication, my meditation, my home safe where it goes doooown
CHORUS (G O A T)
VERSE III (G O A T)
when I'm up in the bed with you, love is immeasurable, everything's alright
although it seems I'm in a dream, I hope I don't wake up after this night
& when I get up, all my problems gon' be still there,
but when I'm witchu, little lady, I just don't care
it's rare...for me to feel like this about a female
matter of fact, my mentality's never been here
& I try to stray my brain away from things that derail my thoughts, but hey
I can't blame nobody, but myself - you help me stay sane through the worst of rain, hey
what can I say, I fiend for the way she stares at me
over the top of her glasses, gotta remind myself to breathe
& I love it when I find bobby pins all over my crib
on my couch, under my pillows, behind & under my bed
I've told you before, when you want it, girl, you ain't gotta waste time
clinch your fist in my hair, push my head down south of your waist line
yes maam, I wanna please you in every way I can
understand...it's simple...permanently...I wanna be your man...
CHORUS OUT (G O A T)
when I think about you, gotta remind myself to breathe
when I think about you, you're the one I want to bear my seed
I've been thinkin' 'bout you way too much lately, baby
you take me away from the pain
when I think about you, gotta remind myself to breathe
when I think about you, you're the one I want to bear my seed
I've been thinkin' 'bout you way too much lately, baby
you take me away from the pain
...you take me away from the pain
...you take me away from the pain
...away from the pain
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VERSE I (G O A T)
started this thang many years ago
the passion was hot, now the flame is cold
never dreamed it would change & lose the glow
100% committed to the weather though
through the clouds & rain & the lightning bolts
the ice & sleet & the blinding snow
throw me floods & mud & I'll juggle those
if you're addicted to the highs, you better LOVE the lows
give attention to one & the other grows
all green grass fades, the fence never holds
it's time to uproot, move, & rediscover hope
it's been one long helluva dusty road & so...
CHORUS (Penjamin Franklin)
thanks for the time, but I'm done - I'll keep the memories
sick of fightin' all the time, sharing broken hearts & injuries
ridin' every line until we crossed it individually
so done with it all, baby, i just want the memories
the good times & smiles, baby, I'll just keep the memories
thanks for your time, but I'm done - I'll keep the memories
thanks for your time, but I'll leave - just taking memories
I'm so done with it all, baby, I just want the memories
VERSE II (Penjamin Franklin)
of course I appreciate a moment for what it is
& the light that came about from all the darkness deep within
& my right to think about it however I choose to feel
& to pick up all my broken pieces start to rebuild
& learn from my mistakes, then grow 'em to some different lengths
with full progression forever be my only intent
I'm sorry I'm to blame, but I can't help the way it ends
it's like none of us can change the weather patterns of the wind
& see we blown apart as far as two ships can get
thanks for your time, I'll take the memory, alleviate risk
it seems so long ago, that's simply because it is
& you think that we was grown, but nope, we not even friends, damn
CHORUS (Penjamin Franklin)
VERSE III (J Gray)
my first mind intends to murder you verbally
as the monster I became the day you turned on me,
but then it just occurred to me this hurt in me is nothing compared
to them stairs you helped me carve out vertically (to the One I am)
and that's a purpose that I certainly missed
when I first admitted that you held me under cursedly
burdened with addiction after pleasure, which you offered wouldn't fix me and I'd only place my focus on the worst of things,
but I burst at seams now with a dream that seems more simple & free
& I don't trip at why nobody's ever heard of me
you put me in my place...grateful to be nobody now
watching this karma come around in perfect circuitry...yeah
CHORUS (Penjamin Franklin)
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The second of a multi-volume collaboration series.
released January 22, 2019
Vocals Written & Performed by G O A T (Justin Griffith), J Gray (Jason Gray), & Penjamin Franklin (Thomas Clark)
All Music Written & Performed by Stephen Goodson
Vocals Recorded & Edited by G O A T at The Intelligent South
Music Recorded by Stephen Goodson
Mixed & Mastered by Sean P -
djseanp.com
Cover Design & Photography by Katrina Timmons
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Published 2019
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