LYRICS

I’d Hate Me Too
Produced by Cynikal Productions
From: Trace, “Side Effects” (Album)

[Chorus] x2
High, sittin’ in my ride,
windows down, seat reclined,
if u can’t rhyme or pay ya dues,
I know, I know… I’d hate me too

Music bumpin’ what it about,
a cop in back givin’ his tickets out,
if you can’t doubt or relate it true
I know, I know… I’d hate me too
—

[Verse 1]
Right out the gate, off my leash,
I was tired of that faded, copper piece,
stearling silver chains I pocket least,
now it’s gold ropes witta cross between,
come here tuck it up under ya clothes,
thinkin’ ya hard when you rubber like soles,
couldn’t smell me if I was under ya nose,
and I got the heat that could run your stove,
envision how it goes, my chain is ice,
like they noosed the sun, it hangs so bright,
I’m a cloud city boy, check my residence,
and what I got in the bag aint evidence,
it’ll get ya high damn near heaven sent,
hate will never end so I let it settle in,
scratch and sniff ya whip {mmm…} lemon scent,
you fuckin’ witta veteran nobody better than

—
[Chorus] x2
High, sittin’ in my ride,
windows down, seat reclined,
if u can’t rhyme or pay ya dues,
I know, I know… I’d hate me too

Music bumpin’ what it about,
a cop in back givin’ his tickets out,
if you can’t doubt or relate it true
I know, I know… I’d hate me too
—

[Verse 2]
now drive like your peddle’s broken off,
with some chicks in the back smokin’ pot,
I like my cars like my girls witta open top,
chokin’ on my balls like Oprah’s dog
I’m clean now that’s what probation does,
but I’ll never lay down like an asian rug,
I’m still drinkin’ but I aint passin’ drugs,
’cause then I’m cuffed, peein’ in a plastic cup,
gas is up, so is stealin’ at the pump,
give a little truth and it’s realer than you want,
so describe me then find me I-rate,
put that mental picture in your mind frame,
I’m on edge clearly I’m not the focus,
it aint about winnin’ but who got the closest,
and you not even in my back-up camera,
I stay with my Bucs, send my ass to Tampa,
{Bay}

—
[Chorus] x2
High, sittin’ in my ride,
windows down, seat reclined,
if u can’t rhyme or pay ya dues,
I know, I know… I’d hate me too

Music bumpin’ what it about,
a cop in back givin’ his tickets out,
if you can’t doubt or relate it true
I know, I know… I’d hate me too
—

[Verse 3]
The chain swings like the set,
and it swings til I gotta kink in the neck,
when the lights is off less at my house,
neighbors see SOS signals sent out,
’cause I shine kinda like Geoffrey Rush,
but I don’t play with no keys or head these drugs,
you can keep stirrin’ the pot, grab the ladle,
I aint no dealer but still ya’ll tap the table

—
[Chorus] x4
High, sittin’ in my ride,
windows down, seat reclined,
if u can’t rhyme or pay ya dues,
I know, I know… I’d hate me too

Music bumpin’ what it about,
a cop in back givin’ his tickets out,
if you can’t doubt or relate it true
I know, I know… I’d hate me too
—

Dying Young
Produced by by VTZ Productions
From: Trace, “Side Effects” (Album)

[Intro]
ya know we all go threw problems,
that just test you, test your durability,
struggles that just make you give up,
make you quit, fuck what the future holds,
and that’s how I feel right now,
I feel like quittin’…
—

[Verse 1]
Skippin’ rocks just to pass the time,
tryna get it together and be a mastermind,
but I’d rather crash then climb… a steep slope,
with a deep hole if you snapped the line,
get attached, it’s fine, I just delete the file,
over your head, eagle style, brush it off, easel style,
leaves’ll pile when you winded, deep breath,
hold it in or what you said could reach press,
and they’ll blow it up like Hao Zhao’s bags,
when it’s what they Make Up like a clowns face,
then a sit-downs made, tryna clear my name,
how do you make it permanent if you fear the pain?
persevere, maintain, keep a level head,
don’t let your inside soften like deviled eggs,
several takes now perfect your dialogue,
let it fly like Mario, any less is fireballs,
sirens off, perfect Heist or brought in jail,
if so, you bust out like a condom failed,
and when it seems like you up they got your tail,
brought you down, kicked over, and blocked your trail
put up the cost of bail, they make it hard to stand,
defense starts to cramp, tests the heart of man,
your done, wanna put a gun across your hand,
make noise in the kitchen without pots and pans

—
[Chorus] x2
If it was up to me I would die young,
I’m tired of this life and where I reside from,
blessed, how you figure? catchin’ sweat like a trigger,
tear drops and a Rosery next to my picture,

left up to me I would die young,
I’m tired of this life and where I reside from,
blessed, how you figure? catchin’ sweat like a trigger,
tear drops and a Rosery next to my picture
—

[Verse 2]
Tryna maintain, gained only a mind slow,
I don’t wanna see the future, call it a blind fold,
seen my share of dirt and I don’t wear rhinestones,
my hands aren’t tickin’ right, how fast time goes,
I need new batteries, get my gradual-peace,
in a world where blemishes turn to casualties,
like diaries, politicians got hidden agendas,
puttin’ out fear to win is a given incentive
livin’ when rents up minimum wage is not,
troops can fight but can’t drink, the age is off,
must of took the blue pill ’cause my taste is lost,
can’t see for ourself that we been brainwashed,
make the cross, seein’ signs of worlds end,
curled stems, fuck it, you got a pearl Benz,
gettin’ a hummer in the front seat, fuck up the ozone,
child in the babyseat won’t make it full grown

—
[Chorus] x2
If it was up to me I would die young,
I’m tired of this life and where I reside from,
blessed, how you figure? catchin’ sweat like a trigger,
tear drops and a Rosery next to my picture,

left up to me I would die young,
I’m tired of this life and where I reside from,
blessed, how you figure? catchin’ sweat like a trigger,
tear drops and a Rosery next to my picture
—
[Bridge] x2
A body with no soul, face with no expression,
I hope you muhfuckers have learned your lesson,
nah it aint about that, I just kept you guessin’
I couldn’t go on, please gimme your final blessin’,
—

[Verse 3]
Rosery in my hand, tear drops on my shirt,
close the casket and cover the coffin in dirt,
‘Why?’ is the question that’s brought with the hurt,
‘if only’ is your answer but it’s NOT gonna work,
you leave the proceedings drive an hour away,
how lonely a grave gets when the flowers fade,
but that path I changed, now I got my view back,
I been threw this, I can’t put my family threw that,
still

—
[Chorus] x2
If it was up to me I would die young,
I’m tired of this life and where I reside from,
blessed, how you figure? catchin’ sweat like a trigger,
tear drops and a Rosery next to my picture,

left up to me I would die young,
I’m tired of this life and where I reside from,
blessed, how you figure? catchin’ sweat like a trigger,
tear drops and a Rosery next to my picture
—

[Outro]
I’m still here,
still here,
I just gotta continue to fight,
get my life better for everyone involved,
it’d be selfish for me to quit now
even if the odds are stacked against me…
—

Blow My Buzz
Produced by Break Thru Productions
Album: Trace, “The Last Withdrawal” (Album)

[Intro]
Welcome, to the Last Withdrawal
You have just entered the full spin-zone,
You gonna experience some side effects,
turn this shit up, you gonna get some head aches from this music,
this will produce shakes, you will be
restless for more, all signs you better throw up now
’cause it’s time to bring this shit home,
{Yeahhh}

—
[Chorus]
I Got Money yeah ’cause Damn I’m Hot
When I spit ya chick is like Oh My God,
On Top, so ya’ll wanna get close (to) my nuts,
but you, *blow x2* can’t even blow my buzz

I Get Respect, yes, Damn I’m Hot,
When I spit ya chick is like Oh My God,
On Top, so ya’ll wanna get close (to) my nuts,
but you, you can’t even blow my buzz
—

[Verse 1]
Enter the buildin’, push open the clean glass,
sneak pass-erbys, lookin’ thru a ski mask,
everybody hit the ground, better have knee pads,
robbin’ this industry’s weak acts of their deep cash,
they a speed trap, but my tires won’t pop holes,
even if I hit a couple pot holes on the stop home,
too grown you can’t slow me or mop flows,
you can feel the heat of the moment, your top goes,
off, thrown you better get far from the flame,
apartments a-blazed, sayin’ I arsened the place,
then pardon my name, still got a garden to straight,
it’s just hard without rain, put the Flauwers in vase,
departin’ Trace with another joint for your lips,
I don’t like the bartendar, got coins for your tips,
no shit? yep plus no bitch, no stress,
get tired of their lip ‘least til the tongue rest,
I’m stressed by bad intentions and these well wishers,
who’d only throw coins at you to tell wishes,
a bunch of bitches, wantin’ my nose to stuff,
why? ’cause even when I’m high they wanna blow my buzz

—
[Chorus]
I Got Money yeah ’cause Damn I’m Hot
When I spit ya chick is like Oh My God,
On Top, so ya’ll wanna get close (to) my nuts,
but you, {{phew phew}} can’t even blow my buzz

I Get Respect, yes, Damn I’m Hot,
When I spit ya chick is like Oh My God,
On Top, so ya’ll wanna get close (to) my nuts,
but you, you can’t even blow my buzz
—

[Verse 2]
I spit insane and invade your brain’s divide,
the same you try, but nothin’ spreads, your brain’s benign,
So now these faggots wanna hate, fine,
I’m-a make wine if I keep hearin’ through the grapevine,
throwin’ dirt on my name, I got the lava soap,
Fuck the foes! Rubbed the wrong way and lost the hold,
look close, ya’ll don’t grip heat like oven mitts,
and I aint a sucker, bitch, don’t walk with puckered lips,
never kiss an ass, leave that to Aristocrats,
ya’ll just a fade, I stay on top like Mrs Dash,
I’m still smokin’, ya’ll already nixxed the patch,
tired of snakes in disguise gotta clip the grass,
I’m BACK, {word?} somethin’ you thought wouldn’t occur,
and I’m still the shit… for the lack of a better word,
ubsord, claim to serve the Curb like Larry David,
gettin’ away with murder, thank a Perry Mason
face it you just out your mind, out your grasp,
and you talkin’ out your side, out your ass,
the drought is past, better clap for the Ace high,
’cause even when I’m against all odds I shake dice

—
[Chorus]
I Got Money yeah ’cause Damn I’m Hot
When I spit ya chick is like Oh My God,
On Top, so ya’ll wanna get close (to) my nuts,
but you, {{phew phew}} can’t even blow my buzz

I Get Respect, yes, Damn I’m Hot,
When I spit ya chick is like Oh My God,
On Top, so ya’ll wanna get close (to) my nuts,
but you, you can’t even blow my buzz
—

Regal Music
Produced by Bobby Ruckuss
From: Trace, “The Last Withdrawal” (Album)

[Chorus]
Rolling down the block, in a Buick bumpin’ Pac,
watchin’ for the cops, bubble gum this is not,
{{Regal Music, Regal Music
Regal Music, Regal Music}}

Sit low (Sit Low), Stay High, (Stay High)
Get more (get more), supply (supply)
now roll or bowl up the lye (up the lye)
then smoke (then smoke), and drive (BITCH)
—

[Verse 1]
Beep Beep when you see me
soon on Tv is exactly right where we be,
bump this CD inside of your H3,
fill the tank please and drive til it’s empty
don’t tempt me… boy, what you think this is?
I’m gonna need more than I to witness this,
soldiers flip the lids, keep em open, aware,
’cause my flow’s rare and it’s gettin’ colder than your stares,
ya’ll must be board, get the hammer to me,
nah, ya’ll fake, nuttin’ but Danny Tanner to me,
so sweep the ground I walk on, mudded shoes,
and ya’ll tryna peace out but I’m ‘100’ proof,
better get the juice, a chaser or the roids,
build yourself up un-til your base is destroyed,
I’m talkin’ fans, so don’t be hot-headed,
when I’m spittin’ from the dome, tryna be nonleaded
get it?

—
[Chorus]
Rolling down the block, in a Buick bumpin’ Pac,
watchin’ for the cops, bubble gum this is not,
{{Regal Music, Regal Music
Regal Music, Regal Music}}

Sit low (Sit Low), Stay High, (Stay High)
Get more (get more), supply (supply)
now roll or bowl up the lye (up the lye)
then smoke (then smoke), and drive (BITCH)
—

[Verse 2]
Don’t get it confused, I’m about a bill,
if you don’t wanna listen to me, your daughter will,
she got two 15s, hear the bass in the trunk first,
enclosure so heavy, she’s draggin’ the bumper,
thunder you hear, it’s wearin’ you out like new shoes,
pissed ’cause I stay close to their ear like bluetooth,
sparks shoot, even the muffler hittin’ the road,
when they drivin’ more baked than the shit in your stove,
and they not home, for dinner, picture’s not perfect,
so I’ll take this time to thank this listeners purchase,
haha and bump this hit out so loud,
’til you hear nuttin’ but fuck, ass, bitch out they mouth,
rims shine so bright it’s in neighbors windows,
give em heart attacks & make the neighbors widows
now sit low, seatbelt goes, off this illegal,
but you gotta give head when you hop in the Regal,
people

—
[Chorus]
Rolling down the block, in a Buick bumpin’ Pac,
watchin’ for the cops, bubble gum this is not,
{{Regal Music, Regal Music
Regal Music, Regal Music}}

Sit low (Sit Low), Stay High, (Stay High)
Get more (get more), supply (supply)
now roll or bowl up the lye (up the lye)
then smoke (then smoke), and drive (BITCH)
—

Lost In The Shadows
Produced by So Fly Productions
From: Trace, “The Last Withdrawal” (Album)

[Chorus]
Fallin’, I’m crawlin’ home to closed doors,
pickin’ scabs where I can’t bleed no more,
I need protection invest in the shield of a battle,
even the wind gets lost in the shadow
—

[Verse 1]
I hate movin’, I use to be a check mate,
now I just made home, cross on my chest plate,
put on my best face, I’ll see you the next day,
conceilin’ my feelin’s and saved or it’s less taste-
-like ‘No Salt’, I pole vault over the line,
drinkin’ an Aquafina liter tryna sober the mind,
’cause I know I’m close to my prime, no nose to the sky,
like some will, stay humble til I’m closed in the pine,
here’s a toast to who died, frozen moments in time-
-you can’t get rid of, like crows on the clothesline,
so ignore ’em like road signs when distorted, high
’til you end up in a line inside the court and tried,
abort the lies, become another face – embrace that,
revenge is what you seek, defeat, it tastes bad,
and you don’t speak out, you chased to the back,
’til the sun is ahead of you and you fade to the black

—
[Chorus] x2
Fallin’, I’m crawlin’ home to closed doors,
pickin’ scabs where I can’t bleed no more,
I need protection invest in the shield of a battle,
even the wind gets lost in the shadow
—

[Verse 2]
I’ve grown, now disowned of my trust,
drinkin’ patron, no pistol by my nuts,
feelin’ prone like there’s crystal in the dutch,
but it’s just dro, a fistful of the stuff,
dismall is the gut–feelin’ I been havin’,
going overboard like you stealin’ from the Captain,
bein’ real and just rappin’ gets you kudos and daps,
consumed by the trap when your loot don’t get stacked,
in proper figures make it rain like doppler pictures
and fuckin’ shine until the sockets flicker
bein’ off-the-rictor, scales you in a seperate light,
I still believe and they tie me with Reverand Wright,
he’s just a rebel mind, his almost resembles mine,
say I’m blind, like I can’t see in a Devil’s Night?
difference is: you place blame, I make flames, kid,
and let all you fuckers die when the place caves in

—
[Chorus]
Fallin’, I’m crawlin’ home to closed doors,
pickin’ scabs where I can’t bleed no more,
I need protection invest in the shield of a battle,
even the wind gets lost in the shadow
—

[Verse 3]
I’m stranded and radars can’t pick me up,
this damn mood got me wishin’ for a re-up,
my tee up, ball in my corner, livin’ in the rough,
it’s a storm out here and I aint skippin’ in the mud,
time to nip it in the bud, put a stop to this gossip,
nonsense they talkin’, I aint rob in no stockin’,
and I’m not from Compton, aint shoot or been shottin’,
aint dealt but I’ve boughten, so chill I been plottin’,
{HOW?} …To make waves like Noah’s Arc,
so quote this bar, a star is what my motives are
please don’t shoot me down like D. Smith said,
I’d rather be beatin’ to a pulp until I piss red,
but you mis-read, my opposition is this composition,
I’m not for kickin’ a concept that’s not consistent,
so distant is your genius, peep this,
you can swing from my nuts but get the fuck off my penis,

—
[Chorus] x2
Fallin’, I’m crawlin’ home to closed doors,
pickin’ scabs where I can’t bleed no more,
I need protection invest in the shield of a battle,
even the wind gets lost in the shadow
—

One More Drink
Produced by HeavyWeight Beats
From: Trace, “The Last Withdrawal” (Album)

[Chorus]
At The Door Til it’s closed,
One More Drink Before I Go
One More, One More
Before I Go
Before I Go uh uh oh
One More / Before /
I Go Oh~
—

[Verse 1]
Woke up / choked up from the smoke
no charcoal, smell on my bar clothes,
gargle some listerine, fix my teeth,
I need to get back to sleep,
sun beams upset my nap,
hung over, dollar domestic taps,
retract like bad statements
yack in the toilet in the basement,
still wasted, a case in my refrigerator,
hardly catered / I partied with a list of neighbors,
get the razor, my face shows it all,
how I got paid, wasted and blowed it all,
ball is how we livin’ / stall is how you give in,
so cut the ribbon, get in, recall the missin’,
distant and this hangovers all I have,
just grabbed my shoes and called a cab

—
[Bridge]
I don’t want to sleep now / I just want to unwind /
sip my drink and freestyle / kickin’ up some dumb rhymes and I’m
at the bars by default / I’m sober need a drunk mind,
and stay until it’s last call / head to bed with the sun rise
come on
—
[Chorus]
At The Door Til it’s closed,
One More Drink Before I Go
One More, One More
Before I Go
Before I Go uh uh oh
One More / Before /
I Go, Oh, Oh
—
At The Door Til it’s closed,
One More Drink Before I Go
One More, One More
Before I Go
Before I Go uh uh oh
One More / Before /
I Go~
—

[Verse 2]
She got mascara black,
listenin’ to her favorite track, her hair is wrapped,
up, blush / applied, she vibes, her ride’s there in back,
so stressed, she wanna blow her check,
bars next, she’s on the phone to text,
check The Red Carpet, he drives, he parks it,
exits car and / start to march in,
they arrive inside / you can tell the timin’s right
he stops shoes untied / she goes alone it’s suicide
or crucified slowly glides, she lives life do or die,
Cinderella might lose her shoe tonight
I pick this princess slipper up along with you, alright?
—
[Bridge]
I don’t want to sleep now / I just want to unwind /
sip my drink and freestyle / kickin’ up some dumb rhymes and I’m
at the bars by default / I’m sober need a drunk mind,
and stay until it’s last call / head to bed with the sun rise
come on
—
[Chorus]
At The Door Til it’s closed,
One More Drink Before I Go
One More, One More
Before I Go
Before I Go uh uh oh
One More / Before /
I Go, Oh, Oh
—
At The Door Til it’s closed,
One More Drink Before I Go
One More, One More
Before I Go
Before I Go uh uh oh
One More / Before /
I Go~
—

[Verse 3]
she spots me across the room
zoom, love the way her body moves,
presume, our lips will talk it out,
perfume I smell as we walk it out,
ride, peddle to the medal and roll
inside, settle that the bed will just hold,
minds, wonderin’ the lover in each
so try… take your other, get under the sheets

—
[Chorus]
At The Door Til it’s closed,
One More Drink Before I Go
One More, One More
Before I Go
Before I Go uh uh oh
One More / Before /
I Go, Oh, Oh
—
At The Door Til it’s closed,
One More Drink Before I Go
One More, One More
Before I Go
Before I Go uh uh oh
One More / Before /
I Go~
—

Stepping Stone
Produced by Heavyweight Beats
From: Trace, “The Last Withdrawal” (Album)

[Chorus]
Never be your stepping stone (I will never be, I will never be)
Take it all or leave me alone, (leave me the fuck alone)
I will never be your stepping stone, (I will never be, I will never be)
Take It All or leave me alone, (leave me the fuck alone)
I will…
—

[Verse 1]
never be lost in closure,
I’m just tired of being walked all over,
older, is the age, colder, is my days,
something fucked up must of got my soul to change,
pain… is in my eyes you can spot it,
I aint worth much anymore, red dot this,
pockets, options both are out for me,
and that’ll never stop til this doubt will cease,
I need to re-route disease til I feel fine,
even if I have to chop down stop and yield signs,
field mines… is similar to my rhymes,
I can go off so youre walkin’ a thin line,
amid crimes and public disarray,
I been told that it’s nothin’ it’s just a phase,
economy crumbling, my job is goin’,
along with my toes all my stock is frozen but I’ll
never be a steppin’ stone,
til I rest alone, lonely flesh and bones,
no, you can’t stand on me til we pass,
I’m not a deck, not a ladder, not a Lily Pad, and I’ll

—
[Chorus]
Never be your stepping stone (I will never be, I will never be)
Take it all or leave me alone, (leave me the fuck alone)
I will never be your stepping stone, (I will never be, I will never be)
Take It All or leave me alone, (leave me the fuck alone)
I will…
—

[Verse 2]
never forget all you put me through,
wishin’ you could take my life and this would be you,
but… these days I’m in a better mood,
hopin’ to avoid my Dear John letter soon,
you never used, me or put me down, though,
I often did to you that’s why I sound, so,
broken up and I still aint got over your death,
glad I wasn’t pushed, I would’ve gone over the edge,
being sober instead, drivin’ to Coborns for bread,
aint got heat in my room, I’m frozen in bed,
this aint the life I chose, it’s the life I got,
but every dark room’s gotta have a brightened spot,
in knots is my stomach, my heart is pumpin’,
and it’s just as loud as the car that’s runnin’,
in front of me, window down and a gun to me,
pullin’ the bullet forcin’ my lungs to breathe,
wakin’ up from my nightmare with light air,
to my chest, feelin’ only a slight scare,
steppin’ stone will never stick, fuck the rederick,
and your boyfriend too, hop on a better dick, I’ll

—
[Chorus]
Never be your stepping stone (I will never be, I will never be)
Take it all or leave me alone, (leave me the fuck alone)
I will never be your stepping stone, (I will never be, I will never be)
Take It All or leave me alone, (leave me the fuck alone)
I will…
—

[Verse 3]
never sneak up like a carbon smell,
I’m a lover not a fighter, it’s the cards I’m dealt,
be yourself, why you wanna act hard as hell,
when you closer to pussy like a garter belt,
I don’t pretend, a dude robbin’ witta handgun,
would get me to throw my fuckin’ wallet at em,
har har, that’s how I stay ahead of the slope,
’cause you can’t diss when I’ve said what I wrote,
so if pressed or provoked it slides off first,
if you can’t make fun of yourself, why bother,
grabbin’ a mic to recite what you wrote to spit,
they say follow the leader but I’m a railroad switch

—
[Chorus]
Never be your stepping stone (I will never be, I will never be)
Take it all or leave me alone, (leave me the fuck alone)
I will never be your stepping stone, (I will never be, I will never be)
Take It All or leave me alone, (leave me the fuck alone)
I will…
—
[Outro]
take em to church haha
—

Feel Me
Produced by Heavyweight Beats
*Previously Unreleased, meant for The Last Withdrawal album.

—
[Verse 1]
Feel me, if you can’t, hear me, see me, clearly,
ya eyes is dreary, tired of tryin’ to be teary,
conspiracies plottin’ on my next move,
so I cruise with thoughts of traps by my dress shoes,
collect views, life’s a beach, bound [to] get wet soon,
so feet first, I test the waters while you test tubes,
ya’ll *vile, blood suckers, if you leach then I sue,
get a clue, solve it, hop in the whip where the scent is new,
clean like a dentist do then pass like credits used,
ya’ll medics losin’ more than sleep and in beds you oops,
you screw ups like a snapple, ya’ll got me baffold,
praise me, I’m on top of the roof, you aint even on the scaffold-,
-ding, another round, either fight it or let it slide,
throwin’ up on the white towel that they set aside,
my head is high, bound to die like a CSI scene,
drinkin’ beer until I gotta deer up in my high beams

—
[Chorus][Talking]
—

[Verse 2]
The finish line’s ahead, on my feet is sandles,
I gotta pick up the Pace and be the lead example,
I’m as sharp as a blade’s made, and you’ll never see the handle,
bound to do Wild Things kinda like Denise and Campbell,
but I don’t pour champagne on a bitch, no Quinton
Jackson, I’m more like Rampage on a bitch,
I climb her walls, haha I gotta stop, rest,
want me thoughts? yes, who’s sicker than me and not dead?
I’m close to COFFEN, but I release this choke,
these be sneezin’ coke, at least just weed I smoke,
gives me peace to cope when there’s no relief or hope,
so sieze the boat it’s sinkin’ and it’s too weak to float
I feel beat, broke… no sleep, woke,
no speed, froze… slow creep, roll
and I came way too far to be your second guest,
I’d rather crease your sheets and let you test the bed
now sleep

—
[Chorus][Talking]
—

Split Personalities
Produced by OPENSOUND Productions
From: Trace, “Code 66” (Album)

[Intro]
Sometimes with this rappin’ and shit,
it’s like a Split Personality. I mean, it’s me,
but it’s me amp’d up.
—

[Verse 1]
The deck is Stacked, ‘Back By Popular Demand’
I have to ‘Kurtis Blow’ up, nod if ya understand,
til your neck is cracked, whiplash – umpire hands,
I grace the plate – homerun knocked to the upper stands,
Dance… still I keep my guard,
swimmin’ in a sea of sharks, soon they’ll be pickin’ Me apart,
and seize my car-cuss to the damn sky,
sayin’ I can’t fly, I rap tight but my hands white,
but I won’t take an L, rather smoke a J,
want some Black magic? Give em a doll & tell em poke away,
so notice Trace will not chase your glance,
need my paid advance or I’ll hold up clubs like Bagger Vance,
push away the beggers hand, won’t drop the dime,
or a nickel, maybe the coin with the coppershine,
time will tell if I’ll stay out of this shell,
out of this hell, I’ve used Trace to shout what I’ve felt,
now…

—
[Chorus]
Look Into My Eyes
Come Into My Room
This Is My Disguise
Police Gon’ Be Here Soon
so I ask…
What You Know About Split Personalities?
2 People In 1 Exist, The Formality
Yeah… I Know About That
Swept Under The Rug, Stomp With Foot – I’m Back
—

[Verse 2]
To you cynics this aint a fuckin’ gimmick,
what I talk I lived it and don’t project an image,
like a Convex Lens, your world’s upside down,
dude you’re unfit for this, could use a cupsize down,
wheezin’ to the crowd tryna be Weezy with your sound,
a split personality try to squeeze in what you ’bout,
at least you’ll have some doubt, scrape away the mold,
Be yourself and what you know before it takes its toll,
– then you’re Rick Ross, so turn it around / Kriss Kross,
before you’re pissed off, your time ran out, no Tick Tock,
{Aww} you want the swag of Jay, the cred of 50,
committin’ crimes so you can talk about it, gettin’ thrifty,
Like I could sell some dope and I could snatch a purse,
but that doesn’t make me real so I put facts up first,
I rap when hurt to vent and it cements the legacy,
accept the fee, receive my thoughts or you’ll get no telepathy,
(blow air in mic)

—
[Chorus]
Look Into My Eyes
Come Into My Room
This Is My Disguise
Police Gon’ Be Here Soon
so I ask…
What You Know About Split Personalities?
2 People In 1 Exist, The Formality
Yeah… I Know About That
Swept Under The Rug, Stomp With Foot – I’m Back
—

[Verse 3]
I tried to hide it… will they accept my flow?,
I tried to give it up… but they won’t let me go,
No / so I Roll in the booth that’s dark tint,
turn into Superman from being Clark Kent,
including the glasses, raise em up to the sky line,
whether it’s miller high life or a clear, rhine wine,
It’s my time, Trace be the name on the CD,
hopefully with radio play & I aint sayn’ on your CB,
peace out prior life, move with new kicks,
like Bruce’s, Bitch Get Out the way like Lud’cris,
who’s this? Get ya headset, stay hands free,
cuz they wanna put their lips around it like a cantene,
in heat, I’m-cool as a cucumber in a pantry,
or a stampede, take the bull by the horns-
-guess we’ll have beef / I’m the black sheep-
tellin’ paraplegics “move your damn feet” / start dancing and

—
[Chorus]
Look Into My Eyes
Come Into My Room
This Is My Disguise
Police Gon’ Be Here Soon
so I ask…
What You Know About Split Personalities?
2 People In 1 Exist, The Formality
Yeah… I Know About That
Swept Under The Rug, Stomp With Foot – I’m Back
—

I’m A White Rapper
Produced by Blacklightmusic LLC
From: Trace, “Code 66” (Album)

[Chorus] x2
*DJ Cuts*
{…Motherfucker I’m Ill}
and I don’t care ’bout the shit that you spoke
yeah I’m a White Rapper but I’m sicker than most!
—

[Verse 1]
teachers mad, pop an advil pain pill,
but still… I’m momma’s little angel
or firecracker, piss her off or try to slap her-
-I might just snap worse / throw you from the highest rafters,
I’m a mama’s boy, you’d be to a given amount,
if your mom had cancer and she’s sittin’ sick on the couch,
how’d you feel walkin’ in your house seein’ your mother is bald,
just to go back to playin’ ball like nothin’ was wrong?
I was all… powerless / she was brave,
she made it through, I couldn’t swallow the pain,
nobody was there for me, I had to get a hobby,
I had friends but the same ones were pickin’ on me,
I’m thinkin’ probably it was cuz I was class clown,
hiding my problems by jokin’ hearin’ laughter around,
but now I realize, they were just laughin’ at me,
they don’t see the real person that I happen to be
hidden beneath

—
[Chorus] x2
*DJ Cuts*
{…Motherfucker I’m Ill}
and I don’t care ’bout the shit that you spoke
yeah I’m a White Rapper but I’m sicker than most!
—

[Verse 2]
Sittin’ alone in the lunch room, tears chill my eyes,
seein’ everyone in groups pretty much killed my pride,
depression filled my life, there goes the social skills,
I was going through problems, how am I suppose to feel?
I got cold, close to chilled, the phone call was nill,
my cousin committed suicide and I balled a lil,
but I was numb, couldn’t believe it, overflow I was grievin’,
prolly bullys pickin’ on him and I know that feelin’,
he was leavin’ / I gotta stay,
thank you Jon for all the memories that you gave,
now this one hurt the most, my face was grave,
what was full of color was changed to a shade of gray,
I lived in Pleasantville up until the lights came back,
I started writing some rhymes on old pages of scrap
paper while I’m At / work, a lifesavor,
here’s a wager- how many thought I’d rap without bein’ forced like a lightsaber

—
[Chorus] x2
*DJ Cuts*
{…Motherfucker I’m Ill}
and I don’t care ’bout the shit that you spoke
yeah I’m a White Rapper but I’m sicker than most!
—

[Verse 3]
lightin’ up tracks like a train forced to stop,
of course I’m hot, but I know I’m unorthodox’d
I’m from the Northern Top, where winter is hell,
plus I’m white, and my t-shirt isn’t triple XL
my pants are a lil baggy but they don’t hang to my thighs,
don’t wear nylons on my head unless they came from your wife,
don’t got a gage, got a knife / I never changed, not in light
just now I rhyme, tryna get my buzz on, don’t swat the fly,
I’m what ‘caught your eye’ call me Krumm / subtle,
’cause I’m drunk freestylin’ as I rum / guzzle,
tryna make a splash treat rap like a mud / puddle
this aint an act but even if I crash I got a stunt – double,
so much insecurities, music’s my world now,
if its cheapened the feelings like you’re beatin’ my girl down,
I thought I had it all figured out like Mattel does,
I felt such belief if people knew I didn’t sell drugs
or pretend to be what I’m not, rap’s what I’m blessed to do,
but all I’ve seen is rolled eyes when respect I’m due,
I’ve hid it cuz of image, how would the rest of em view,
fuck it, yeah I’m a white rapper and I’m better than you

—
[Chorus] x2
*DJ Cuts*
{…Motherfucker I’m Ill}
and I don’t care ’bout the shit that you spoke
yeah I’m a White Rapper but I’m sicker than most!
—

Quarantine
Produced by OPEN SOUND Productions
From: Trace, “Code 66” (Album)

—
[Chorus]
They put me in the trap
where I’m suppose to be~
they say I can’t go back
that this is Quarantine
{Cuz I’m}
Too Damn ILL for my own good
Too Damn ILL for my own good
Misunderstood
Too Damn ILL for my own good
Too Damn ILL for my own good
—

[Verse 1]
They say I’m a manyac that I can’t relax,
… xanax in my fanny pack /
for panic attacks, I’m crazy, now pan it back,
sayin’ shit like I’ll stick a dick in a planets crack,
that’s just my sense of humor / thought I’d address it sooner,
side step the rumors, nothin’ Shady, adjust the tuner,
the next of bloomers, cut the hedges, check my tracks,
bound to tell em mad ‘king me’ with my checkered past,
YEAH… and I got a sick flow,
everyone has told, me and their friends, so I let the wind blow,
but I heard a knock, hope it’s my kin folk…
opened it a crack, seen a van with tinted windows-
then a man in a fetal, pushed a needle in the lymph nodes,
of the windpipe, I fight BUT crash like a splint broke,
they spoke “he aint right”, “a sick, sick bastard”
then tied me to the van’s roof like a king mattress

—
[Chorus]
They put me in the trap
where I’m suppose to be~
they say I can’t go back
that this is Quarantine
{Cuz I’m}
Too Damn ILL for my own good
Too Damn ILL for my own good
Misunderstood
Too Damn ILL for my own good
Too Damn ILL for my own good
—

[Verse 2]
blind fold is holdin’ my eyes closed,
and I keep gettin’ stepped on like a fuckin’ pine cone,
my minds cold, chapped mouth and a dry nose,
I can taste the blood, I wonder if it’s mine though…
what’s the time zone? Just then my cloth goes,
seein’ an idiot sippin’ this bottle of Brawndo,
and his head’s filled with more space then your condo,
all he could say is I’m trash, I’m waste like compost,
like Dominos- I’d rather knock em back, pissed off,
but he’d squeel to others they’d be like Bobbet, tipped off,
they got their story backwards, kriss kross,
if you want a smear campaign, better get the lip gloss,
I’m a bit off, my rocker, stay on the edge of my seat
but right now… I’m tied to their bed like a beast,
pieces of wire down from my head to my feet,
a vegetable next to me, heard I spit death on a beat,
ha and they’re the deadbeats,
and they aint moved by words, steel heart, lead feet,
want me in a box like a chess piece, taped my trap,
nope they ain havin’ that… they’re afraid I’ll rap,
hearin’ every mp3 I release is sick shit,
so they’re tryna get my manual, no stick shift,
this automatic, won’t abandon spittin’ illl raps,
so I snap the cords, force their heels back,
I stand to an explosion as my finger glows,
Elliot is flying – In his bike, it’s time to bring me home!

—
[Chorus]
They put me in the trap
where I’m suppose to be~
they say I can’t go back
that this is Quarantine
{Cuz I’m}
Too Damn ILL for my own good
Too Damn ILL for my own good
Misunderstood
Too Damn ILL for my own good
Too Damn ILL for my own good
—

Gotham City
Produced by Grind Mind Productions
From: Trace, “Code 66” (Album)

[Intro]
I think it’s time to save this city
put it on the map
Hey turn on the signal
Now Let Me In and
—

[Chorus]
lets go, lets go, lets go
lets go, lets go, lets go, lets go
I’m-a save this city by myself no problems,
you can call me batman and this place is my Gotham, lets go!
—

[Verse 1]
Choked up no noose, beat down, no bruise,
life’s a bitch with too many shoes,
time to clean out the closet, too much on the noggin’,
everything goin downhill and I aint touch a toboggan,
so fuck what you talkin’, I aint on no peace shit,
give em a red vegetable and tell em all to beet dick,
… I don’t give a fuck about none of ya’ll
you never bet that I’d win when I was just the underdog,
now your under fog, thought I’d clear the way first,
It’s Trace {Word?}, too smooth for you fuckin’ chaffers,
bunch of fakers, quit talkin’ that weight, get a tapeworm,
taste dirt, you deserve to be boxed up and anchored,
apron on to end the beef, I call shotgun,
hop in the jeep – it’s a hot one, put in the key – let exhaust run,
if they pop up I bop em, there aint no stoppin’ yet,
turn a city full of stuck ups into fuckin’ bobble heads
{bob your head}

—
[Chorus]
Flashing Lights / Whole Bunch of Coppers,
this place is under fire with lots of imposters,
I’ll save this city by myself no problems,
you can call me batman and this place is my Gotham, lets go,
lets go, lets go, lets go
lets go, lets go, lets go, lets go
I’m-a save this city by myself no problems,
you can call me batman and this place is my Gotham, lets go
—

[Verse 2]
this place is my gotham / defaced and it’s rotten,
everyone wasted so often / awake from your coffin,
I’m knockin’ / at your door, but I aint servin’ you papers,
don’t mince words with me haters, I prefer em filet first,
I’m major, salute me with your left hand, smile/front,
and I say the left cause I know what you do with the right one,
fuckin’ jackoffs, I aint here to float your boat, and-
I’d rather stick my dick in the water and overflow the ocean,
I’m told of ambrosian, nose up like I’m done witta coke binge,
now loaded like the Heat is, meanin’ I’m closest to what’s golden,
I’m hopin’ you smell the roses, catch the fresh peddle scent,
stay relevant without sellin’ a sexy vid abandonin’ celebate,
so tell your kids, grow em up right don’t poison their mind,
that means no fertilizer, no child left behind,
make sure they go to school, follow through or notice open blinds,
or they could be the next veteren holdin’ up that homeless sign

—
[Chorus]
Flashing Lights / Whole Bunch of Coppers,
this place is under fire with lots of imposters,
I’ll save this city by myself no problems,
you can call me batman and this place is my Gotham, lets go,
lets go, lets go, lets go
lets go, lets go, lets go, lets go
I’m-a save this city by myself no problems,
you can call me batman and this place is my Gotham, lets go
—

[Verse 3]
I guess Trace is similar to Bruce Wayne,
but I… don’t slide… and no… I don’t cave,
when they… give the signal, I swing and make hits,
out the park they play this, the crowd just goes ape*shit,
watch out for HIV*, fuckin’ sluts with achin’ knees,
tell em take a hike get beat, and hand ’em the cantene,
this place aint hater free / local music’s often wasted,
and to make the paper, play folk music and you’ll make the A-List,
gotta clean this town, where’s the street sweepers?
a piece/heater can catch a body like fat cheer leaders,
police-cheaters – they’ll pull you over sober for no reason,
even cold durin’ snow season, ticket out before a greetin’,
theivin’ motherfuckers / … so before a Dark Knight,
you know even before it happens the bad guys gonna die,
no surprise / it’s Karma Sutra / the name of the game,
’cause your lucks bound to get fucked in many different ways,
and every place / I pass / got out of business on the glass,
golden parachutes in tact / CEO’s pissin’ on the ash,
whistle while they crash / I can’t stand it I’m-a spazz,
green Bruce Banner in a Flash, stick a Hulk fist up their ass,
I’m mad, fuck it I been worse, call and get the nurse,
appauled so much it hurts, now / follow, listen first,
I got Spalding on my shirt, that means I’m bound to ball,
I know your down and all, so hit the signal / I’ll be around to call
and follow

—
[Chorus]
Flashing Lights / Whole Bunch of Coppers,
this place is under fire with lots of imposters,
I’ll save this city by myself no problems,
you can call me batman and this place is my Gotham, lets go,
lets go, lets go, lets go
lets go, lets go, lets go, lets go
I’m-a save this city by myself no problems,
you can call me batman and this place is my Gotham, lets go
—

Missing You
Produced by Allrounda Productions
From: Trace, “Code 66” (Album)

[Bridge]
I love you baby, let’s get this understood,
I’ll scoop you in the whip, the leather and the wood-
grain, let’s go against it, baby it’s all good,
you say you feel like dying / I wish they all would
—

[Verse 1]
I fuckin’ hate em, I fuckin’ hate em all,
the way they make you feel, taken down from big to small-
you feel so low, baby I know, I can BE your ladder,
it’s cold, lovin’ that you’re broke can only leave you shattered,
I’m your plexi-glass, yeah we can dodge the bullets,
only for so long… / until they’re at our neck like mullets,
the fullest they ever were, when will they share the bread?
I know you hungry, head in the dirt, dispaired, no rest,
I’m your rock, I got this, don’t you skip the stone,
I know you try, and you’re scared ’cause you live alone,
you feelin’ prone, got your walls up and your back is shown,
break the barriers, I open my arms, your back at home
it goes…

—
[Bridge]
I love you baby, let’s get this understood,
I’ll scoop you in the whip, the leather and the wood-
grain, let’s go against it, baby it’s all good,
you say you feel like dying / I wish they all would
—
[Chorus]
They say “I’ll be Missing You
{‘This Is The Last You’ll Cry’}
Everytime You’re Away”
{‘This Is The Last You’ll Cry’}

They say “I’ll be Missing You
{‘This Is The Last You’ll Cry’}
But I’ll Be Damn If You Don’t Stay
{‘Now Wave The Past Goodbye’}
—

[Verse 2]
they said they love you, they love ya and they care,
but couldn’t wait to deflate and take out all your air,
I’ll fix the flat, in fact I got some problems too,
take depression medication til the bottles through,
I got some anger issues, the stress is deep,
so everything I drink, alcohol’s in the recipe,
wish I could – rest in peace, but with restless legs,
I keep moving on, hopin’ I’ll find my message instead,
but I bet I’ll continue being selfish in cranky moods,
feelin’ like what do I have to lose? and then he gave me you,
its like were meant to love, I conceiled my rust,
but when we fight / it’s like / I lose my feelings, I’m numb
it’s cause…

—
[Bridge]
I love you baby, let’s get this understood,
I’ll scoop you in the whip, the leather and the wood-
grain, let’s go against it, baby it’s all good,
you say you feel like dying / I wish they all would
—
[Chorus]
They say “I’ll be Missing You
{‘This Is The Last You’ll Cry’}
Everytime You’re Away”
{‘This Is The Last You’ll Cry’}

They say “I’ll be Missing You
{‘This Is The Last You’ll Cry’}
But I’ll Be Damn If You Don’t Stay
{‘Now Wave The Past Goodbye’}
—

[Verse 3]
we pack our bags / headed for the flight,
to the airport, all aboard, red eye in the night,
to an island in the sun, hope this dream never ends,
me and my girlfriend and her daughter, up and leavin’ our friends-,
and family / we have to be our sanity is breached,
we gotta kick back, relax and sandy is the beach,
our baby’s making sand castles, playin’ with the earth,
so don’t you fuck with our happiness, I will place you in the dirt

—
[Outro]
*Digging*
—

Sincerely, Trace.
Produced by Sean Divine
From: Trace, “Code 66” (Album)

[Intro]
Everybody move it to the way we do it
—

[Verse 1]
Open Eyes / Crooked Stares
Don’t Fall Tryna Look, Beware,
Whisper Behind My Back / Smile To My Front,
Snakes In Disguise, shed their skin when I hunt,
Bank fulla IOU’s / Pocketful of hope,
Get the picture when it’s drew / I’m dodgin’ out their scope,
not a possom on a rope / not a puppet on a string,
I’m pissin’ out kidney stones / put a couple on the ring,
now kiss it, bow down / til your head touches brick,
I’m the shit pick my nose with charmin’ / they’ll hate when I’m rich,
make a wish, I gets Big Dreams like Game had,
lookin’ for a chick so easy she could do a Caveman,
look I been patient now I’m fine, I’m chasin’ dollar signs,
offer rhymes an art of mine, if ya’ll don’t buy it, barter time,
and look I’ve had the hardest time, I got an artist mind,
walkin’ with the hardest spine but they pardon off my rhymes,
guess I don’t look hard I’m not twine, but I’m carbon in your ride,
I will build up over time, grind, no garbage on your side-
-walk with a big stick, adjustin’ pants, so listen man,
I just can’t / happen to stop rappin’ – a talent I’m gifted at,
you can kiss my ass

—
[Chorus] x2
They Never Gave A Fuck About Me
Barely Even Gave A Chance
All They Did Was Fuckin’ Doubt Me
Drivin’ Around With Brake Pads

You Can Kiss My Ass, You Can Kiss My Ass,
You Can Kiss My Ass Uh-oh
You Can Kiss My Ass, You Can Kiss My Ass,
You Can Kiss My Ass…
I’M-A drop my pants
and you can kiss my ass
—

[Verse 2]
they don’t even talk to me
all they say is how I’m different
so come and walk with me / take a break from all the bitchin’,
insistin’ THAT I changed / wishin’ bad and prayin’,
get in the path I made / just so you can crash the plane,
I don’t fold / I’m bracin’ / I’m too cold / I’m shakin’ /
I don’t know / who’s makin’ / such a big deal / they’re just hatin’,
why I hold / their opinion in such high regard,
it’s my own fault, like buyin’ all more salt at the first sign of freshest scars,
I don’t act like I am hard, I’m just shootin’ at the stars,
like paparazzi, stop please gimme a shot / like booze at the bar,
and like carp I’ll throw it back, hits are like a frozen bat,
I made my mark like snow on land / woke em up like Folgers brand,
or throw the sand in they eyes, surprise, control their glance,
even the oldest dance, get your ass up off those molded hands,
and listen know my stance, accept it or those that can’t,
will get the hose no slack – with one hand / on my dick and you can hold the sack

—
[Chorus] x2
They Never Gave A Fuck About Me
Barely Even Gave A Chance
All They Did Was Fuckin’ Doubt Me
Drivin’ Around With Brake Pads

You Can Kiss My Ass, You Can Kiss My Ass,
You Can Kiss My Ass You Can Kiss My Ass (ohh)
You Can Kiss My Ass, You Can Kiss My Ass,
You Can Kiss My Ass… \/
YEAH I’m-a drop my pants
and you can kiss my ass
—

[Verse 3]
They deny what I’m speakin’, I was quiet for a reason,
now I’m pissed off you can see it and it’s fire that I’m breathin’,
and I let it drag-on / til the medic bag gone,
So hate on I’m Tired of feelin’ like an Outsider Pacewon
so you can see the cage is gone, yeah I’m free from the box,
like my dick slipped outta pussy and fleed for a sock,
ha tryna get a foot ahead, not lookin’ for a rest,
put me to the test, bet you’ll get upset seein’ all those swooshin’ nets
I guess / they brought me down / nothin’ positive not now,
getting to the top I vow, grindin’ like some coffee grounds,
so fuck your daps and sloppy pounds, this is the given facts,
those that dismiss me in the past / smooth or chapped lips you can Kiss My Ass
{and that’s that}

—
[Chorus] x2
They Never Gave A Fuck About Me
Barely Even Gave A Chance
All They Did Was Fuckin’ Doubt Me
Drivin’ Around With Brake Pads

You Can Kiss My Ass, You Can Kiss My Ass,
You Can Kiss My Ass Uh-oh
You Can Kiss My Ass, You Can Kiss My Ass,
You Can Kiss My Ass…
I’M-A drop my pants
and you can kiss my ass
—

[Outro]
I’m not tryna be anything but me
I’m just making music
so either you can listen to it
or just shut the fuck up
pick one…
—

Aint No Grave
produced by Basement Beatz
From: Trace, “Bringing On The Sun” (Album)

[Chorus][Johnny Cash] x2
When I hear that trumpet sound
I’m gonna rise right out of the ground
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see?
I see a band of angels and they’re coming after me
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
—

[Verse 1]
Woke up, choked up no breath,
bad dreams hopeless, sittin’ in a cold sweat,
eyes open, no rest, wishin’ for low stress,
look over and the right side of my bed grows webs,
depressed but I organized, addressed the mess,
built myself stronger when I was left for dead,
after all I did, guess I should’ve half-known,
thought I was broken and I came back with 2 back bones,
Now it’s nothin’, I give a fuck what you say or have,
there’s only one me / good luck replacin that,
but it’s a fact, the love is still attached I know,
feels like a poison that’s deep and there’s no antidote,
attacks me slow like a terrorist on a paddle boat,
I can’t sleep, faded dreams cross passed my dome,
no wife, no kids, but damn right I’m-a stand alone,
better then a heart and hand exposed til the cancer grows

—
[Chorus][Johnny Cash] x2
When I hear that trumpet sound
I’m gonna rise right out of the ground
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see?
I see a band of angels and they’re coming after me
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
—

[Verse 2]
I think I got it figured out…
what I did was I ran my own self into the ground,
and now I know it, I say a prayer and it helps,
couldn’t take care of you when I didn’t take care of myself,
so I dropped 45, toned up with enormous pride,
I shine, my ‘rays Sting, just ask that Corwin guy, {oops…}
even with a pourin’ sky, there’s no remorse inside,
tell em eat shit til they brown-faced like that Morman guy, {What up, Mitt?}
on Univision, this is what you been given,
the great white swimmin’ inside a pool of fishes,
ya’ll shark food in a room of dishes, assume position
I stay bright off the top, you got a few lumens missin’,
I’m a ‘New Edition’ ‘cept I don’t dance or sing notes,
I bring flows that’ll knock your ass off of your fish boat,
you’ll be missed? No don’t piss me off, I’m a wick low
one of a kind on the rise, you hangin’ by a stiff rope

—
[Chorus][Johnny Cash] x2
When I hear that trumpet sound
I’m gonna rise right out of the ground
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see?
I see a band of angels and they’re coming after me
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
—

[Verse 3] (3:08)
the heartbreak had got to me,
I was aweful weak, prayed to God he would to coddle me,
but I’d fallen deep, shed tears couldn’t fall asleep,
almost put me in a early grave but it was not to be
’cause I rose from the wreck / unscathed, all in one piece,
with a chip on my shoulder prolly from the fallin’ debris,
you can bag it up, Frito-Lay, this the call of the beast,
all will retreat, left with nothin’ but some calm and some peace,
no apology, stop and see – I won’t bend or shake,
’cause I’m no Emily Rose, I got my head on straight,
so let it be said it’s fate / I won’t curl up one bit,
some would’ve gave up on God when he had the world to give,
so here’s the bird I flip, middle fingers and the curses slip,
the worst it gets, weathered the storm til it turned to myst,
now I don’t give a fuck like I’m celibate, Hell to give,
til I’m pale and stiff, sittin’ colder then your cellar gets

—
[Chorus][Johnny Cash] x2
When I hear that trumpet sound
I’m gonna rise right out of the ground
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see?
I see a band of angels and they’re coming after me
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
—

Calling All Night
produced by Blacklight Music LLC
From: Trace, “Bringing on the Sun” (Album)

[Intro]{Speakerphone Sound Effect} x2
I’m Mad / Callin’ all night

[Verse 1]
My world… changes any minute,
they say its crazy, maybe cuz I’m already in it,
and I’m pinchin’, tryna wake, yet I’m beginnin’,
to think, this isn’t a dream, my heads already spinnin’
like Beetlejuice, look, we agreed to truce,
when I get to the bottom of things, I reach the roots,
but when I speak it’s through / no filter, from me to you,
it can leave a bruise, words sharp, like a sheepheads tooth

—
[Chorus]
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
Blood Boilin’, seeing red through my eyes
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
Wishin’ this didn’t end in a fight
—
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
she’s disgusted, runnin’ from my sight,
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
Wishin’ this didn’t end in a fight
—

[Verse 2]
I’m glad I… got baptized,
but I’m flyin’ from the coup, half blind,
must got the bat eyes with no bat wings,
can’t fly, I stay down like a bad spring,
plus it’s a stark wind, better bring the carts in,
tryna stay above water like a shark fin,
she feelin’ like a… target / I’m heartless,
it’s my, buzz she tryna blow like a cartridge,
least that’s how it started, but my mouth runs,
then the tears start and then the couch comes,
and then I sleep some, awake from the blackout,
just when her fangs come out, Sookie Stackhouse

—
[Chorus]
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
Blood Boilin’, seeing red through my eyes
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
Wishin’ this didn’t end in a fight
—
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
she’s disgusted, runnin’ from my sight,
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
Wishin’ this didn’t end in a fight
—

[Verse 3]
I think I… had an epiphany
I’m missing these / dark days I was visiting,
still rippin’ these, beats but this liquor seems,
to be masking the hunger like chia seeds,
read em, weap / the cards dealt I blew it,
couldn’t keep the perfect hand like J.P. Prewitt,
I was bound to lose it and I didn’t let this soak in,
said she wanted a break and she left me broken
{Broken}

—
[Chorus] x2
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
Blood Boilin’, seeing red through my eyes
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
Wishin’ this didn’t end in a fight
—
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
she’s disgusted, runnin’ from my sight,
I’m Mad / Callin’ All Night
Wishin’ this didn’t end in a fight
—

Grow Up
Produced by Blacklight Music LLC
From: Trace, “Bringing on the Sun” (Album)

[Verse 1]
I pull up, the rims still spin on the Regal,
step out, these LA Gear kicks should be illegal,
I walk in the house, the dj scrapes the needle,
wonderin’ if my windbreaker is see through,
yep… it is, {shit}
no choice – be poised and own that shit
slapped a bitch, stole her cup and I sipped it,
took a punch and I awoke in a couple of minutes,–
damn, not again, time to play into it,
told some people “she put all her weight into it”,
I told a few others “it was a cheap shot”,
but they all know I’m a creeper with a weak jaw,
too iniebreated, blacked out, I see dots,
but I keep drinkin’ like I don’t need a beach bod,
the music stops, so does everyone dancin’ to their own beat,
pointin’, watchin’ me pissin’ on the love seat,
as they scream “You’re In Trouble!” (Urine Trouble), shovin’ lawn chairs,
while I’m screamin’ “that’s the safest dna on there!”,
so unfair, I’m kicked out and shoved down the hill,
about 50 feet and still my cup didn’t spill,
’cause when I drink, I drink for real, play it for keeps,
evade police, bad judge, throwin’ out cases per week,
tell Satan – next week, can’t even stay in my reach,
a cold one I need, got a six pack and my name is on each,
like a cajun in heat, a thirst no taste will achieve,
what’s amazin’ to me as I’m chased down the street,
with pitchforks still wavin’ at me is all the hate I received-
over a sofa that got in the way while I was takin’ a leak

—
[Chorus] x2
I don’t want to grow up,
I don’t wanna be somebody
I just wanna pour up
Live life like one big party
—

[Verse 2]
Another frat house, I rolled up still impaired,
scream “I’m Here” do a kegstand with my heels in the air,
they chant “chug” and I’m doing it, this feeling’s rare
til I slipped and kicked a handicap out his wheelchair,
I mean handicapable, Jeff’s head was scraped and full-
of blood, I was so buzzed I tried to drag and pull-
him through acres of dirt, someone page a nurse,
his leg popped off, I screamed, and I made it worse
he fainted first… then I fainted second,
awake to questions like – did I learn from my lessons?
I tried to stand on my legs then but the weight had me weak,
knocked Jeff again out his wheelchair so I could be takin’ a seat

—
[Chorus] x2
I don’t want to grow up,
I don’t wanna be somebody
I just wanna pour up
Live life like one big party
—

[Verse 3]
They say in times of trouble you wonder what’s right?
but I’m posted up in jail, no bail, yellin’ “Thug Life”,
I’m like a Hornet at times, just trying to stay up
that means I’m stayin’ buzzed like Lindsay Lohan was,
sip toilet wine, I’m fine besides corn stuck in my teeth,
stayin’ fresh in the white tee, smokes rolled up my sleeve,
just then I’m told that I’m Free, once aware I just ran,
flickin’ off the cops, pissin’ off my swearin’ Dad as I hop into my Parent’s van

—
[Outro][Talking]
They say 30’s the new 20,
well I’m 31, that must mean I’m 21, right?
Shit I don’t wanna get old,
I don’t wanna grow up,

and I um, remember someone asked me:
When are you gonna grow up already?
And I told them: Never….. now get the Hell out of my fort!
—

Beautiful As You
Produced by BigBoy Beats
From: Trace, “Bringing on the Sun” (Album)

—
[Chorus]
Oh baby~
I can’t really sing but I do
Oh-Girl-I’ve-Searched-The-World
Nobody’s as beautiful as you
—
Oh baby~
My heart, it skips to the tune
Oh-Girl-I’ve-Searched-The-World
Nobody’s as Beautiful as you
—

[Verse 1]
I remember winter’s: the cold and it’s ice,
microwave dinners alone with the spite,
thinkin’ well-wishers don’t even know what its like,
I’m hungry but the hurt makes it too lonely to bite,
and slowly I rise like I got that parkison’s,
tryna tone up, I like goin’ to the park to run,
my heart was done, I closed up shop,
put the chairs on the tables and dosed the mop,
tryna clean my slate, had too much dirt on me,
and I aint talkin’ bout a fuckin’ shirt and sleeve,
I swear blood was spilt, now it’s burgandy,
I felt backstabbed so I went to church to grieve,
and you were my Emergen-C, my eBoost,
you was there for me if I was there for you,
I knew you were the one and you can say it’s true
I even told Mumford and Sons “I will wait for you”

—
[Chorus]
Oh baby~
I can’t really sing but I do
Oh-Girl-I’ve-Searched-The-World
Nobody’s as beautiful as you
—
Oh baby~
My heart, it skips to the tune
Oh-Girl-I’ve-Searched-The-World
Nobody’s as Beautiful as you
—

[Verse 2]
I knew you were taken so I kept my distance,
til I knew I was the one you were suppose to be kissin’,
there was no Resistance, no Muse,
just that – spark to the heart, no fuse,
no more blues I think it died with BB King,
when you realized I was right and you reeled me in,
we were tied at the hip like siamese twins,
and when we kissed, I admit I felt the tiniest spin,
no need to win a sprint, I won the race, I’m fine,
and if I told you it was easy that’d be a fuckin’ lie,
but I got the woman of my dreams, love of my life,
the answer to my prayers, the one I call my wife,
Caitlyn Jane, put a halo over her name,
she’s the crutch when I sway, at the end of day,
my own rainbow after the gusts turned to rain,’
plus she melts like butter and she blushes when I say,

—
[Chorus]
Oh baby~
I can’t really sing but I do
Oh-Girl-I’ve-Searched-The-World
Nobody’s as beautiful as you
—
Oh baby~
My heart, it skips to the tune
Oh-Girl-I’ve-Searched-The-World
Nobody’s as Beautiful as you
—

[Verse 3]
5 am she hops, skips, sits on the bed,
showing me a positive pregnancy test,
I’m about to be a Father, have a daughter or a son,
my reaction: she prolly thought I was ’bout to run,
but it was all bluff, wild hopes,
thinkin’ while I been through the highs and the lows,
I arose and all I’ve wanted was a child of my own,
and I thrive at the unknown, smile as she grows,
from a poppyseed to a cumquat,
from a fig to a lime to a peapod,
from a lemon all the way to a pumpkin,
last time the doc’s measuring how big her bump is,
before the water breaks and nurses don’t believe us,
til her labors rushed and you hear the baby fuss,
as doc picks her up, put on Mama’s chest above,
I look down with love as Penny’s fingers grip my thumb,
I hum…

—
[Chorus]
Oh baby~
I can’t really sing but I do
Oh-Girl-I’ve-Searched-The-World
Nobody’s as beautiful as you
—
Oh baby~
My heart, it skips to the tune
Oh-Girl-I’ve-Searched-The-World
Nobody’s as Beautiful as you
—

If I Die Tonight
produced by Sinima Beats
From: Trace, “Bringing on the Sun” (Album)

[Verse 1]
Little man with self-hazardous youth /
hopes and dreams was all he had inside of his shoes /
you walk in ’em, act like you’re glad that you do /
most those dreams were like takin’ stabs at the moon /
Never could reach ’em, tho he had the talent to grab it,
like puttin’ Inspector Gadget in a straight jacket,
wrapped in ace bandage, enclosed like angle brackets,
therefore no distractions, not til the flame catches and BURNS

motherfuck the mistakes, I will never learn,
my balls and word stick together like a cattle herd,
so If I die tonight, send me a guiding light,
hands behind were tied, every time that I tried to fight,
so FUCK EM, go picket over chump change,
they got the creativity in their brain of a Bill Musgrave,
small play cards, watch for Mayhem like State Farm,
or your life will have a blue light special like K-Mart,
time to start resusitation, I had been wastin’,
precious time on this earth procrastinatin’,
so I splash my face and say a prayer for my family,
gave all they had for me and I was bad at gambling,
so if I pass and leave, know I appreciate all ya’ll,
my downfall was playin’ it safe til I hit a foul ball,
no time to stall, if it’s my time to go…
In fly the crows, it’s like my soul took a zip-line on home,

—
[Chorus]
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Don’t Mourn / There’s Light After the Storm
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Celebrate / Right Outside of the Wake
—
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Don’t Mourn / had all I wanted and more
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Celebrate / Right Outside of the Wake
—

[Verse 2]
If I die tonight, pour out a little Louis,
or VS ’cause material shit means little to me,
use to let it consume me with no seasonin’,
now I roll the fattest buds with no seeds in it,
no matter what the reason is, if I leave and split,
cease to exist, know my heart never had a reason to quit,
I received plenty gifts, pieced it seemless like a gif,
so if this is it, put that onie piece to your lips,
and hit, I don’t wanna leave ya’ll in any pain,
the same way I’ll hate silence when you’re callin’ my name,
just know it in your brain, either real or petty ones,
even if we object and fought, I got love for each and everyone,
pass the reddest rum, this may fly by the head of some,
like a drone, unsteady one, when I shoe like chewing gum,
I’m stuck to the bottom, barely able to scrape by,
livin’ life in *snack size, didn’t have time to Take 5*

—
[Chorus]
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Don’t Mourn / There’s Light After the Storm
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Celebrate / Right Outside of the Wake
—
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Don’t Mourn / had all I wanted and more
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Celebrate / Right Outside of the Wake
—

[Verse 3]
I was told in church I would be lifted
by the lord, nope, fuck it give me a pulley system-
’cause all I feel’s the weight of the world shiftin’,
with the light out of reach like tunnel vision,
screws? Got a couple missin’, I been rude,
and I probably stay packin’ like Cait Jenner in a swimsuit,
never should of risked it, I bet against the house,
rather bet on myself that put sweat on the brow,
I’ve been down, swear to God I hit rock bottom,
no stock options, I was here just sleep walkin’,
going through the motions, I was coastin’,
didn’t know it others tried to reach me, I was Ghostin’,
so just know its not your fault, I chose my plight,
even in the darkest, coldest night, I broke the light,
so grab your joint and roll it tight, celebrate my life,
a shoulder to cry and some hope to those I left behind
like

—
[Chorus]
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Don’t Mourn / There’s Light After the Storm
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Celebrate / Right Outside of the Wake
—
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Don’t Mourn / had all I wanted and more
If I – Die To – Night ((Night))
Celebrate / Right Outside of the Wake
—
[Outro]
*Car Crash*
—