(This one's called "Out Of My Mind."
Hey listen, Johnny, you got anything to drink over there? Hang on, hang on a sec.
It's called "Out Of My Mind," it's a story about being insane.)
Now at a point I could’ve been less concerned,
Started feeling evil,
That’s not the word,
Maybe if i meditated on it, I would find it,
But I can’t find it
(& I don’t need that shit)
Now at a point, I would’ve been a bit cautious
Talking to myself, until it feels obnoxious (ah)
Way too honest, till I’m talking unconscious
Started getting nauseous
(& I don’t need that shit)
There’s nothing I can do
Cuz that’s all I’m good for
So when will I get to breathe?
Cuz that’s all I hope for
Now here it comes, I see it amongst the clouds,
It’s another falling piece of the sky,
If you could know all of what I’m seeing now,
Then I guess you would say I’m out of my mind
But they never ask why so,
There’s nothing I can do
Cuz that’s all I’m good for
So when will I get to breathe?
Cuz that’s all I hope for
(Save me)
There’s nothing I can do
Cuz that’s all I’m good for
So when will I get to breathe?
Cuz that’s all I hope for
Now everybody get your hand out,
I’m about to be attentive company
Say I got your gun, I got your gun, & leave suddenly
I load it up, now I’m stimming with the safety
Why doesn’t god ever praise me?
So get your hand out,
I’m about to be attentive company
Say I got your gun, I got your gun, & leave suddenly
I load it up, now I’m stimming with the safety
Why doesn’t god ever praise me?
(peace)
credits
from t.i.a.p.f.y.h.,
released June 4, 2021
Written by: Nat Puff
Produced by: Nat Puff
Additional drums by: Vera Much, Ro Ramdin
Additional vocals by: Ro Ramdin
Mixed by: Nat Puff
Mastered for digital by: Jamvis
Sample of “audio sample 2 for Left at London” submitted by Lieve ‘Josephine’ Jansen
This album is honestly one of the greatest albums I've ever heard. Horribly underrated. Folky, raw, punkish, and heartbreakingly cryptic. Left At London
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continuing from FIYH, this is blackpilled as all fuck; written and delivered with the raw candidness and self-mocking bitterness of a high-schoolers journal, and set to beats that are laser-focused to keep my distractable mind topped up on angry dopamine. A tight 21 minutes of weaponised disgust. Tom Colquhoun
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