Jae Dorado - INTRO//DR DORADO (LIVE FROM ISOLATION)

Hello, girls and boys
Today we're going to make music
Happy music, and sad music
Funny music, and serious music
Music that has many of the feelings we have
On this side
We have some widely contrasting examples, taken from recent recordings
To give you some idea of the wealth of recorded music
Now available on the wider tapestry of stereophonic sound
The things which used to distress you, will become inconsequential

Live, from isolation
Suicidal ideation
Mind like a prison, Whip like a spaceship
And i'm focusin' on my patience

Too aware for the world, everything bout it seem fake to me
Not a boy or a girl, yeah they don't know what to make of me
You just tryna be Earl
If rap don't work then imma make it off the strength of my pearls
Lettin' lengths of paper unfurl
Casually puff until reality blur
Tragic casualty of earth, assigned numerical worth
And then required to work, like i signed up for birth
But if i'm here, then fuck it, imma stay ahead of the curve
Couple CDs and 3 Gs in my fake gucci purse
Fightin' demons by myself like the D was for Durden
Done feelin' like a burden imma put 'em in dirt
Today might be my last but it sure ain't my first
They sayin' everyday a blessing, but it feel like a curse
Came in the black 'lac but imma leave in the hearse
Can't remember the last time I sat my ass in a church
Tryna figure out which death i'm 'sposed to process first
Between my
Grandfather, grandmother, two dogs and my brother
I ain't left the house in months, tell my mom to close the shutters
Antisocial butterfly, i ain't cyphin' with you fuckers
I can't fuck with clean livin' cause my mind is always cluttered
Get the bleach then
Can't beat em, cant join em
Gotta learn to clean them
Remember nights when i was in the city fuckin' fiendin'
Didn't think that i was gonna make it past the week's end
Really off the deep end

Live, From Isolation, suicidal ideation
Been idlin' as of late, focusin' on my patience
Got a mind like a prison, and a whip like a spaceship
Feelin' low? Got somethin rolled guaranteed to give me a facelift

Can't let my homies see me in distress
Can't ever let my parents see me in this fuckin' dress
Shit ain't been the same since fuckin' GB Neevy left
Dollar goodwill Louis scarf around his motherfuckin' neck
Like, at least he went out flexed
But now what's next
Start by gettin' golden tatted on my motherfuckin' chest bitch
Turks and durban's what i'm replacin' my breath with
Fuck the sermon, need to ask god some personal questions
But she ain't pick up, so i leave another message
Dial tone atonement
Solo like sly stallone went
Hit the dro and miss my moment
Up in smoke's where my hope went

Live, From Isolation, suicidal ideation
Been idlin' as of late, focusin' on my patience
Got a mind like a prison, and a whip like a spaceship
Feelin' low? Got somethin rolled guaranteed to give me a facelift

Sometimes, everything we do seems to go wrong
And this makes us feel sad
We all have times like this

Written by:
James Hargis

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