I'm trying to tell the truth but it's hard to tell you truly I'm trying to help the youth to get smarter and more unruly I'm trying to eat healthy like less bread more sushi I'm trying to wilde out, I hope Nick Cannon won't sue me I'm trying to isolate the moments that matter and write em down I'm trying to lose less sleep and go from lost to found I'm trying to define the kind of sound bite that sounds like I Empathize with liars and light fires in the underground Always in the front row or Killin it at rap shows Aware that it could stop soon Tryin to make it last though Hope I'm clever now or never Ever endeavoring to be known forever Severing everything when remembering rejection I will not spell it out for you Or give myself away Welcome to my world It's a hell of a place Seeing stars on my ceiling I got god on a microchip Playing my guitar and trying to knock em dead like viper spit Audiences come in time I tell myself so I don't quit Can't afford a blog post to host my free shit Edibles are tasty erasing the pain away tonight I'm still up making beats it's 5:08 Awake the mix ain't right Not a party track though this ones about a pressing fright Very scary thought: did I not waste my adolescent life? Anxiously I stand up, breathe, walk around the room Drawing all the patterns in the lights and bumping danger doom Everything I have needs to go into these new tunes Running out of time so I'd better make my moves soon I will not spell it out for you Or give myself away Welcome to my world It's a hell of a place to stay

I'm bare-chested, empty-headed, slightly depressed, and introspective Future author of bad books on white guilt from a stilted perspective No directive need some exercise Order in n out with extra fries I'm in and out sleep reading your texts all night You apologize and say you're jealous when we're far apart And I say that I'm selfish I should stop but it's so hard to start I try to pay attention and mention you make me happy I hope it's sinking in and every night the distance hurts less badly I'm not entirely the man that you desire at least not in person Maybe great on paper but I still can't sleep without that vapor, cursed Lazy, prone to anger certainly won't be your savior Swear to god I love you though my angel see past my behavior Innovators make a lot but still can’t recreate your presence Space invade your thoughts and then I upload mine Into your sentience You feel this isn't a cover to show all my repentance through I've never loved nobody other that you You're my Eurydice You're like my middle c I'll be your shady tree Just stay my lady please You hear me on display inside of your mobile phone Your flight leaves in an hour then I’ll pick you up and take you home Thinking of all of the words to this poem then inking it down when it’s ready to go Reciting it to you instead of hello still finding my thoughts while I'm holding you close The words coming fast, we latch onto the minute My future seems scary but I picture you in it I hope the world knows from this intimately muttered tune I've never loved nobody other than you You're my Eurydice You're like my middle c I'll be your shady tree Just stay my lady please

[Verse 1: milo] I’ll have what I’m having heart that’s triple bypassing Longer eyelashes, morse code dashes Through smile flashings, I’m a pastel pastiche I feel like a dyslexic priest I made some beats but they weren’t enjoyable I’m eating ravioli lunches Taking narcoleptic field naps by the bunches I’ve got these cub scout patches Bathtub transcendence is all I’m asking for I don’t want to confront these demons anymore I want to play the weekend, forget that I’m a person It’s nothing personal, I wanna renege on being a person though It’s nothing personal, I wanna renege on being a person though If we made a mixtape together then I’m asking you who it belongs to I’m asking you to create me backstories for all these tattoos that I bought I’m asking you to help me clean this dump truck I’m asking for napkins, I’m asking for more napkins I’m the annoying person asking for more napkins Shut me up, keep me down, kick me out, can’t stop me Push away, fight me back, smoke me out, can’t drop me Those nasty thoughts, those nasty thoughts, don’t care So drown em out, drown em out, drown em out and prepare Alone on your couch zoned out totally sober Your bouts of depression are back they're never over Winter’s all the same, NorCal to New England The sun don’t shine you get bored then you get thinking that You drink too much, you haven’t read enough lately Schoolwork piled up on the table but you're so lazy Your pen feels heavy the words don’t come Synapses extra slow I’m afraid you burned some Learned somewhere that you're special, you're wrestling with some demons And when you try to pin them down, they laugh at you screaming Even as you’re, you're getting older and you’re hungry to speak the truth All your favorite rappers are now younger than you It’s a competition you’re losing it’s unforgiving Not subsistent and your degree won’t put you in position To make a difference, make a living, your teen years faded Your twenties are less forgiving so you might as well get wasted Today you will stay inside, you might as well get wasted Today you will stay inside, you might as well You might as well get wasted (today you will stay inside) You might as well get wasted (today you will stay inside) Shut me up, keep me down, kick me out, can’t stop me Push away, fight me back, smoke me out, can’t drop me Those nasty thoughts, those nasty thoughts, don’t care So drown em out, drown em out, drown em out and prepare Holding down restart, my hard drive is bypassed The virus might be parted and become part of my past Could tell you how I killed it, impart on live cast Come back like 90’s fashion and snap back act intact When actually in fact collapses they happen But I’m cleaning up the messes and fetching my own napkins Can’t escape the evils, I can’t bate their attacking But I’m blacking in not backing down and strapping in for action Today I will leave the house and it will not be perfect Today I will leave the house and it will not be perfect Today I will leave the house and it will not be perfect Today I will leave the house and it will not be perfect Today I’ll leave the house, and it will not be perfect Today I’ll leave the house, and it will not be perfect Today I’ll leave the house, and it will not be perfect Today I’ll leave the house, and it will not be perfect

The Chris McCandless of hip hop Reading can't stop won't stop Don't knock it till he rocks it Or at least until he drops in Took off over the edge trying make it flying solo Feel like Wiley E Coyote on the ledge uh oh It's cut-throat, I'm non-violent, Just too scared to die silent A one man riot isn't wrong it's just quiet Bumping The Uncluded and scouring Kierkegaard Slumping, existential crisis that needs trees and a guitar My friends don't exist And my enemies neither Never ever meet your heroes Never stop to take a breather Over eager kids are beaten down and eaten up I'm sick of all my pandering now I don’t give a fuck No god below and no hell above We get to get our rocks off once and then we show love Blast me into space, I’ll orbit the globe My mixtape is dropping you should look out below Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same Don’t learn the things you’d rather not hear explained Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same Don’t face your fears and you can never feel pain In a wagon with calvin and hobbes Twisting up volume nobs Laughing at all of you snobs Forgetting eventual drops I want to open for David Sedaris Hang with F. Scott Fitzgerald just like Midnight in Paris I’m only slightly embarrassed, mostly dutifully modest My girl’s the surely fairest just being brutally honest Not the strongest nor the fastest not a real street rapper But I'll spit the longest and craftiest then go make beats after You crew can giggity-gangbang itself into submission My tape I'll sliggity-slang it let the blogs make the decision Rap game football I play every position One many 11 jobs nuclear fission I don't even exist just a voice and a vision In a world all consumed by technological determinism I tweet therefore I am that's that digital living You might not follow my beat but I got physical rhythm Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same Don’t learn the things you’d rather not hear explained Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same Don’t face your fears and you can never feel pain [Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle] I bet Hawaiian dinosaurs were the coolest They probably all know how to hula and had weird ass dreams of the future Sat around a fire with weed and kambucha And sand scratched blueprints of personal computers I knew it because Cali dinosaurs are the worst They can barely even roar from the thirst Their feet are adapted for the floor not the earth Life requires some energies they’re too sore to exert Them motherfuckers can zumba though From Temecula to Tupelo puffy coat when it’s Two Below I’m a scruffy ghost from the Truman Show With dusty ugly bones but a human glow I’m a fossil attending my own funeral I never knew transitioning is so beautiful I speak in all fractions and picturing whole numerals I can’t even listen no more cause I’m dead again

I'm flying down a residential street bumpin Game Theory Shoutout the parents who think I'm insane clearly Intent on pursuing it ma'am that’s why I’m doing it You can disapprove I don't care how you're viewing it damn Not mysoginistic or consumerist enthusiasts Done everything I can to try to get my music through to kids New to the music biz rooted in it foolishness Fed up as shit yet I'm determined to go through with this Can't understand a thing I say let alone the meaning But pop songs ruin little writer kids dreams Pop songs tops off ain't no meat Hashtag shit sucks gimmie a retweet Here's a party track you can bump at your fraternity Written by a nerdy dude who'd rather be home burning trees I'll be giving lessons you can take a number learn for free the The people you look down on bout to knock you off your feet This is for the dude they said there's something wrong with This is for the girl doin first time bong rips It's a beach bonfire and you're all invited Put your ego in the air take a match and light it Fuck your nice shit cuz fails to impress me man Rather have jams, sand, and waves over clams Smash the radio blast punk to the whole city Take you down a notch because you're not that pretty Seen every bikini pic you've put on your Facebook The same duck faces and the same fucking looks We're all getting robbed by the same shady crooks You're just name ass money to them don't get mistook This is what I think about while you play Katy Perry "You sure I need to change my ways Luke?" Yeah fairly You should probably know about world works Down with Fox News Fuck when Miley twerks Steal my songs write about em and burn em Introverted angry kid I finally converted To this activist slash rap and I’m glad that you heard it You’re alternatively turning up, politics adjourned This is for the dude they said there's something wrong with This is for the girl doin first time bong rips It's a beach bonfire and you're all invited Put your ego in the air take a match and light it I just want to be your favorite rapper’s least favorite famous rapper

[Verse 1: Natalie Sullivan] Bay swinging, feeling the breeze Everybody, won’t you come follow me? Tired feet, buckled knees, Flying free on every city street Fiery skin as bold as the Golden Gate, Take a trip to the Haight where we'd wash all our cares away Sun drenched and fog stained, Little pieces of Heaven remain Up on the hills, we get our fill These are the nights to remember Up on the hills, we get our fill San Francisco, you hold me forever Up on the hills, we get our fill These are the nights to remember Up on the hill, we get our fill San Francisco, you hold me forever [Verse 2: The Wilde] Sometimes it seems the cycle never ends, so when it does You gotta go and find some inner peace again Then you have to grow out of your winter beats and mend You can finally switch your style up and go and call some friends You can hit up corona heights And look down on the little lights That brighten up the city night Find kairos in this shitty life Everyone is black and white And they can only see a slice But we can see life's color types As the sun and the horizon fight Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn We take. each day, one at, a time, bring it on No posts or pictures, document with songs I appreciate the moments then I'm moving right along An 8 bit man in a high res land Like digital clock with some analog hands I lose myself on these streets, often fall and I stumble But the canopy is green in the concrete jungle Up on the hills, we get our fill San Francisco, you hold me forever Up on the hills, we get our fill These are the nights to remember Up on the hill, we get our fill San Francisco, you hold me forever [Verse 3: The Wilde & Authentic] I’m trying to capture the sky Lean back, hit it, realx I’m barely thinking Instead of asking them why That’s all they had to provide I’m just passing them by Like fuck you, it’s on me now Window down and I’m blowing green out Fuck a OZ, burn a whole tree down I said, let me provide what you need If you’re down for the ride, shit I got an extra seat We got some candy bars and dozen pints of microbrew We got a couple scars and been branded with panoramic views Not enamored by the glamour yammered by a chosen few We rather just get hammered as we try to spit the blues We bet on how far we could toss our phones We reach back to go, but too scared to throw And we wonder how long we can live like this While we inch towards the ledge at the top of the cliff Up on the hills, we get our fill These are the nights to remember Up on the hill, we get our fill San Francisco, you hold me forever [Verse 4: The Wilde & Authentic] I know of a place where the skies golden You and I know it wake up realize your Mind holds it I Try foldin my thoughts into my pocket, Hit the road off to a spot to gather the thoughts Climb the dusty ridge and leave your problems at the bottom Don't slip on the gravel I'm not trippin just careful Sit up on the highest rock breathe it in and take stock This is why the finer things are found and not bought And I don't have a flow that could explain What left of me remains as I sit and wait for the rain Down screams like it's real life garden state Apologize and take a hit like sorry I just couldn't wait Wait for a minute that's way too much weight off my chest Small words big world tryna make it I guess Follow the road god only knows, listen receive Loud and clear, out here, nothing to believe

Playing sonic on sega Saturn on Saturdays in second grade. Hangin with my older brother selling cups of lemonade. Before the days of blazing passin' j's or blowing lemon haze. The era when I still got wings pinned on me on the airplane Fresh prince, full house, fruit snacks, and toll house Running up and down my whole house, break shit then time out Used to swing like Sheffield and Barry bonds in little league My cursive was a mess like Billy Madison and little z's Then middle school brought new friends, guitar, girls, and IM Cell phones and first dates and teen angst and the emo trend Hearts were broken early but mine always seemed to mend Then I left it all behind again, went east to see where I had been Four years of depressed bros snorting coke till their parents noticed Never touched the stuff but still each snow was the coldest I found gratitude and love, graduated and went west to focus Now I’m headed further left to disappear like hocus pocus I can see it all from my window The people seem small and the problems mental I hear the world call when the wind blows Scrapped all my baggage and kept the essentials Everything I know has been pre-written with scripted lines I’m tearing up the pages now ready to split and improvise Burying old verses now freestyling with gifted rhymes I’ll wake up in the future skipping rifts in space and time I’m about to tag a space invader on the Sydney Harbor bridge I’m tryna to rap so loud the whole country knows just who The Wilde is Skydive in New Zealand see the season changes flipped Learn a whole new set of stars and cop a whole new bag of tricks Meet the Hilltop Hoods, M-Phazes and Illy Rock a show with Bliss N Eso I know it’s naive and silly But I’ll strive to be their equals as I transcend the ego Really I just need to see another world do you feel me? I will harbor no grudges and understand my place I've worked all my life to get here so I know what it takes I got good vibes with me got a feeling it's fate I'm coming full circle sonic duck and curl blast away I can see it all from my window The people seem small and the problems mental I hear the world call when the wind blows Scrapped all my baggage and kept the essentials