Black top
like a blur underneath me, I lower my face to it, so I can sharpen my teeth
These voidic winds, separate all and one, oh but we’ll die under the same sun
The dog in me cries, you best revel proud
Crawl under that sky with that rye and level out, no other way to transcend now, if you won’t fuckin drown, so get down
(quiet mic)
Lean into me, I become, the raft floating thee, do engage in some revelry
Goddamn, look it what I done made, this rock to sharpen my blade
Push back, I haven’t had enough, I’ll gitcha, now show me your stuff
One big potent smile, like dahlia/revel hard with me in my bacchanalia
I haven’t had enough, I’ll gitcha, now show me your stuff
JPEGMAFIA follows November's EP! with this aptly titled release that explores distrust, anguish, and mental health. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2021