Blake Ambrose

How long it take you to recharge?
How often you hit the bar?
Everything you do enlarged
Every new change leaves a scar
Loose dropping out of the pockets these days
And if I ask a face about your phase
It shifts to one that becomes hard to place
Relieved in my dream, day times a chase
Find a pace, and remember its marathon long
A candles in the window for those who barely hung on
Just over the falls when I realize the barrels oblong
And I’m staring at the part you buy the barn from.
Pistol grip and the flask from which you sip,
Chin up take the litmus, with a stiff upper lip (yus)
Because as I memento mori, this is what you get.



Dug



tryna be the best me in the multiverse
thriving, as the result of a faulty curse
every few days I get a new set of priorities
follow through on anything to me resembles sorcery
as the world turns up another couple more degrees
I've got impostor syndrome, every verse is a forgery
but more importantly, I try to make them nutritious
if I lose the plot for too long, I just do dishes
I got the crew with me, through a series of tubes
we're making drum patterns out of theories and views
I've got some big ideas about what lyrics can do
I'd rather show instead of tell, make the experience true
I do the opposite, because there is no stopping it
I talk about the talk about and talk about I gotta quit
live, and doing life impressions
I profess, it's my profession

Kurn’t Cobain

Gonna have a good chuckle if I die last
American dream, ma-ma-my ass
Hope they mark it down as Covid if I pass
Cause fuck Crenshaw and his eyepatch (yay-yay)
Patriots, never felt em, GI Joes, I melt em
Until it reveals there's no bones, low calcium
Then clean em up with falchions
In their world and ours, no days were halcyon
I love to spit into the burst bubble
If it ain't Elon, put me on the first shuttle
I'd be the first on Mars to work a dirt shovel
Once it's colonized, first to leave it all in burnt rubble
Pretty sure my whole crew would run amok
While the planet's first station host calls us all cucks
New planet, same old world crutch
God damn it, this planet don't fuck

[Happy Tooth]
I wrote these lines in line at the BMV.
I’m fine with the fines they wanna see me bleed.
My tribe is alive but only secretly.
We just hide from the lies in their frequencies.
Been scared to ask you what you think of this.
Didn’t wanna buy the boat so I’m sinking it.
My crew’s so big we can’t effectively communicate.
But if I leave the line now then I might lose my place.
Mutilate the useless days, turn them into something bigger.
Use to play to loosen chains, never really wanted listeners.
Used to act like I was born for this.
Then I realized it’s all performative.
Often groggy should’ve gotten coffee.
I’m trading in my phone for a walkie-talkie.
Found our test market and we cornered it.
It’s the people who don’t play the game or forfeit it.


Chorus (Claud Six)
Just outside America’s Test Market
With Rainbow Braeburn’s and Golden Arches

Sell you a hooptie, promise you a starship

Celebrate the killers, villainize the marches

Plant that flag on a mountain of garbage

Skip the work and then hoard the harvest

Sweep the history beneath the carpet

Spend two paychecks on your apartment

Turn your neighbors into a target

Sell them souls at the profit margins

Oh my God, look what we’ve started