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The Previews
02:13
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one metric ton of doubt is dropped on my head
causing panic again
and again
and again
dented mind doesn't run as fast as it should
treadmill racing
going nowhere
stuck alone in the woods
if a man falls in the forest and nobody can hear him, is his life worth saving?
lonerism
communism
sharing weapons in the pre-k classroom
sharing equals caring
tell that to the soviet slackers
the european hackers
causing kanye to get bent way out of shape again
pirating movies is illegal
so they say "blah blah blah"
can't fast forward through the warning
cause it's part of their job
they're just doing they're job
no one gives a fuck about the previews
two whole minutes in a world that i like better than mine
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H-Money rolling blunts all the damn day
Roll em up, smoke em up. Every single way
Flying by, gettin high, only if you pay
I grow my own, crush it up, smoke 'em with the bae
Every morning I wake up and I light a new blunt
Every morning I light up and I smoke until lunch
Everybody in my family likes to smoke it with me too
Daddy toking, mommy toking, little baby boo
Smoke that kush, that burning bush
I'm that hip hop Moses, posers, push
Light 'em up with the big man, halo hallucinations
I'm a Jesus marijuana god, feel my revelation
Genesis in my lungs as I inhale that feeling
The weed leaves tease my uneasy healing
That pot, That dope, That blunt, That bowl
That green grass is the only thing that makes me feel whole
They call me H-Money cause I roll in the dough
Then I slap my weed on it and roll with flow
I roll blunt after blunt 'til my fingers give out
Make that money every second cause that's what I'm about
Fucking H-Money rolling blunts all the damn day
Roll em up, smoke em up. Every single way
Flying by, getting high, only if you pay
I grow my own, crush it up, smoke 'em with the bae
Light it up (inhale). Smoke.
Getting high (inhale). Smoke.
Feeling low (inhale). Smoke.
If you ain't never downed a brownie whole your life's a fucking joke, wigga
My momma told me not to try crack cocaine
I told my momma that I control my own brain
But still crack'll never be my fucking drug of choice, man
It's only when I smoke that green that I find my fucking voice, blam!
Fuck right off if you ain't gonna follow me
If weed is a honeyhive then I must be the queen bee
When I'm puffing smoke you'd be a idiot to cross me
I wear a cross around my neck cause Jesus is a reefer, freak
Swag--don't choke on that dope
I'll wrap my weed around your neck and hang you by the throat
Cause I'm a weed killer, pot stabber, green grabber
Light it up with H-money and I'll show you how to have it, bitch
Live strong, Lance Armstrong
I'll light all his yellow bracelets like the dope in my bong
Smoking day smoking night smoking left smoking right
My blunts are like some virgins cause that shit is rolled up tight, bitches
H-Money rolling blunts all the damn day
Roll em up, smoke em up. Every single way
Flying by, getting high, only if you pay
I grow my own, crush it up, smoke 'em with the bae
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3. |
Variable
00:27
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Evanescent is the life of a man intent on living
Disconsolate is the life of a man intent on smiling
Extortionate is the life of a man intent on saving
An ambitious man's intent in life is assigning it with meaning
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4. |
Sonny's Blues
03:18
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Your one true love is not that tab that you be tripping on
Your only baby ain't that vodka mix your sipping on
You sacrifice a future with a lawn so you can live it hard
A house and maybe babies but right now your life is slipping far
Put down those pills and take a good look at the ceiling
See everything is calmer when those tiles stop their spinning
You think that when your high or drunk that you are always winning
But in reality your face is numb and fingers thinning
You became an addict just to ward away your sin
But those drugs have got you up and so you're letting all 'em in
The buzz helps you escape your life and then the high begins
But you're really just a slave, with ball and chain, to heroin
A marriage made in poor judgement when you were incoherent
Divorce will cost you thousands and worst of all you fear it
A life without your needle's not a life worth living for
At least that's what you tell yourself when I knock on the door
You won't let me convince you that the drugs will hurt your soul
You simply nod your head and then you go and shoot some more
You ask me if its not for drugs then what is life meant for
My answer doesn't matter cause you're already on the floor
Flopping on the ground like a small fish who's left the water
You left your heart behind you when you bought dope on the corner
Then everything just escalated quicker than before
You were shooting up and leaving youR mail outside your front door
Shut up in your house like a small rat inside his hole
Resurfacing just once a week to go and buy some more
That heroin it ate you up and made your life a hell
You could barely pay your rent so you decided not to tell
But I found out and came over to lend you some of my dough
And found you lying on the floor, not moving any more
The needle was still hanging out your bruised and broken arm
I stood above my brother as I cursed the needle's harm
You left me way too early and you left me way too quick
Just one goodbye was all I needed, you left me for shit
So fuck you man, you killed yourself, that was your only way
But just you know you're not the only one who died that fucking day
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5. |
Helvetica
01:52
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I was crushing on you 'til you said I was a player
Now I’m mugging on you and can’t just walk away from
This no more now it’s out in the open
You took my heart and stole it
Just to piss me off and it worked, you know it
You took my devotion and misspoken emotion and you held it
In a bottle like it was some kind of potion
You made me drink, down my throat
Straight to my heart and then explosion
It was a blow to the soul
A pistol to the head
You know that I’m dead now
Ain’t got no self-control anymore
You gonna need a riot shield, or maybe a force field
Cause these wounds you inflicted will never heal
You better keep your eyes peeled
If you don’t it’s more dangerous than being in a mine field
And you better worry cause there ain’t no way I’ll never find you
You better be alert –you’ll scream yabbadabbadoo
Cause when I stab you in the back
You will be misconstrued
You think I do this cause I hate you?
Just look from my point of view
You treated me like dirt
Abused my love and it hurt
And now there’s blood on your shirt
And there’s nothing you can do about now
Don’t try to reassure me that it was all just a joke
You just misspoke and now I’m gonna make you choke
I sneak up on you with my knife
You’ve been a great wife
Goodnight! I hope you’ve enjoyed your life.
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Ever since I was a kid I wanted to make it big
Daydreamin in calculus with a blank look on my face
I never thought I'd be a rapper
Those guys on tv spit faster
But I found my niche, that fuckin ish
Now I'm writin songs and Biggie's my bitch, what?
Did you think my only song would be about marijuana?
I'm ripping rhymes so ragged call me lord hip hop piranha
I'm the sickest playa, slickest sprayer
Mister mysterious mayor
Rule the town the state the world
My staff my throne my crown my pearl
I'll destroy the earth in a motherfucking whirl
I'll only save some puppies and a lil baby girl
Make friends with Martians and extra terrestrials
While you look for a scrap that you can call your next meal
Livin the high life while yours is almost over
Chillin in the solar system like my name was Mars Rover
Poof! With my magic I will fly above the rubble
I'll be soarin so high you cannot see me without Hubble
My rap game is real strong, I'm a damn near poet
I know the outcome of my flow though my face doesn't show it
If you think it's not the truth, then you better check yo health
Cause lying is a virus and it wrote this rap myself
Cause I'm a rapper
I'm a fucking rapper
And I can spit it faster
Cause I'm a fucking master
H-Money first showed up with a song about blunts
But my life is not a smoke fest, I wrote that song for fun
I'm more than just some drug, fluctuating in my skull
I don't rap when I'm blasted I rap when I'm fasting fantastical plants that'll end in a buzz
Sipping that hard stuff-Diet Dr. Pepper
Curled up in my hoodie, I'm not cool I'm just a leper
Clumsy clodded stepper like a middle school formal
Never liked school dances cause that shit just ain't normal
Rejected every year since I turned 13
Watching Netflix in my snuggie while the cool kids smoked weed
"H-Money rollin blunts" never smoked a dub
The real me is a skinny teen who's just looking for love
A hopeless roman-tic-toc watching clock hands scurry round the top
'Til someone great walks in my life
My best bet is keepin these verses tight
Rock around the clock all night
I'm rhyming keeping the timing right
Blimey guys I'll fight this time
But you know I'm not that kind of guy
Why?
Cause I'm a rapper
I'm a fucking rapper
And I can spit it faster
Cause I'm a fucking master
Yeah, I'm a rapper
I'm back see, and I'm gonna be spitting it rapidly
I'm a rapper, freak I'm H-Money a Wize ass cracking backs you see
A lyrical assassin with his seat buckle unfastened.
A black MC's got nothin on this cheesy bread's delivery
You fall when I kick you like a row of rapper dominoes
I'm not cashing checks or doing drugs or fucking all them hoes
I am just a kid but my age does not affect my flow
You may have Two Chainz but I got the whole treasure homes.
I record when I'm home alone
My raps my parents don't condone
I spit it loud with windows down so all the hood hear my tone
I am not a one trick pony
Honin' Holden like a phony
People say my dope's bologna
But Taylor Ham is what I'm rollin
On my Sandwiches, from the Trackside Deli
No need for marijuana when you got roast beef and gravy
The suburbs are amazing, everybody knows my face
I pretend I'm famous on the a-list
Honor role ballin in my parents basement
Someday maybe I will make it
But right now I'm happy fakin
Thank you to the fans and family and the deli's breakfast bacon
Bacon is not overrated, get the fuck out all you haters
That had nothing to do with the song but it doesn't matter cause I'm the fucking one who made it
I'm a rapper
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7. |
Outro
00:32
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Just think of it like this
You are the foot of a compass while I am the pencil point
No matter how far I must range out, we are always connected
So I cannot break free of you
You are the center of my existence even when we are far apart
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H-Money Wize Glen Rock, New Jersey
H-Money Wize is a New Jersey based rapper originally from Boston.
H-Money formed a
rap collective, H-Money and the Handcheck Crew, in early August of 2014. After releasing one single, "Rollin' Blunts (All The Damn Day)," the group disbanded, due to the various circumstances.
H-Money Wize will be releasing her first EP as a solo artist on 8/22/14
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