[Lyrics to "Sound Ocean"]

[Verse 1]
He insists that I wrap up the mixtape I've been thinking about for two years in a week
On a whim, I can do in two days what they are unable to do in twelve weeks
To bring back the client, at first you're generous
The pe-ra is like drugs, the pe-ra the pe-ra is like drugs, hey
I have a feather but I have no locks
I have talent but I have no friends
I knew where it was going to lead me, I'm not stupid
Either I go into legend, or I go home
Either I format myself for success, or I go home
They didn't even recognize me, poto stay, it's me

[Bridge]
You have to go
You have to go

[Verse 2]
I was going to give him the moon for his 23rd birthday
In my heart you're the first, but on paper you're the twenty-third
I fuck the morale of the troops like a skylight at the twenty-third
The orgasm is buccal the structure is archaic
When I want a sound I write four
If we look into each other's eyes, that makes four, two traitors plus two traitors that makes four
[? From bedo to so-per, from t2 to t4?]
When I want a sound I write four
If we look into each other's eyes, that makes four, two traitors plus two traitors that makes four
[? From bedo to so-per, from t2 to t4?]
[Verse 3]
Babe, I'm tired
We get used to the crime of facies, to the excess of fatigue
I refuse to wait for tomorrow's sunbeam
I thought I held a ray of sunshine between my two hands
But I was wrong all along
Head against the metro window, I wake up at the other end of the line
I went around the park three times
I refuse to explain the why of the how, but you have to leave
I did it for love of the gesture, to keep the innocence of the culprit
I recount the butts, I recount the blows
The ardor is only exhausted with both feet in the shit
If I promised you the moon, I'll go get it
From college, I have a dozen reasons to drop out
I give them wrong when I show the example
We have road but no more gas
We'll stop, not even to pee
Trace

[Bridge]
I'm going to put 5, I could have made a 17 tracks
BLM, you don't have to toast when the 17 is stalking
Baby I have so many bruises

[Outro + Beatswitch]
Dignity and culture
I have two farts left in a terracotta pot, 22% battery and two [only 1]
On the verge of putting a minimum wage in a pe-cli
I was at that to cut the production not a blind speech
I can't name the rivers on which we sailed
But I remember the cities in which we have fuck, baby