4ourIVer (album lyrics)

a classic children’s read-along by Vantana Row

“On Wednesdays I Am Going To Make It”

I think we are going to make it
Rake it and fully embrace it
Give it a name and a placement
Sell like a drug in yo basement
Atlantis and the radio facelift
Into a podcast of witches
And they stay burnin’ these bitches
Like firewood in dey kitchens

Livin in Los Gatos or kittens
Feedin’ everyone of des visions
Inside a cupboard jus sippin’
On lyrics made outta ribbons
Baking sales of old women
Got 20 dollas for Satan
Or maybe Jessica playin’
In a rotisserie chicken
Rollin’ on bags of spice given
To them by God’s favorite djinn

God’s favorite djinn

“Toasting With Aunt Mary & Uncle Julius”

We’re toasting while we’re smoking
We’re coasting by East Oakland
We’re toasting, why?
We’re smoking hot
We’re coasting by East Oakland

Can you come over for tea
Do you believe in a key
Sent over Japanese seas
Blood in the form of the queen

In a tube of extra mental
Get it at a Terry Temple
Sentimental
A bottle at Buddha’s Temple
En a deeble kept it wittled
Sent a package out to Kendall’s
She a devil
Intoxicating da rebels

“I’m Sensing A Protagonist”

She ain’t shit
Just a bag a dirt
Gettin’ swerved
Poppin’ lures
Hailin’ girls
In a way, this works

We been doing good
Rocket launch a pipe
In a sub-white neighborhood
Cops called all the time
Cops got hella time

Like the van life?
Maybe not..
You got hella time
Neighborhood watch

“Magicians Are Cooler Than Musicians”

Sing

Lucrative dancing
And rappers know that they can’t sing
Bakers is panthy
Romancing drugs
And da party
Older they know her
And she be waiting for sunthy
Animal Planet
Brings out they guns
Justa shock me

Shock me

“Ceiling Fans In The ’90s Were Still Ceiling Fans”

Now watch this drive
Never met a person that didn’t once lie
Never amount to nothing, but the taxes ain’t alive
Involuntary movements to push it all aside
Keeping it lite ’til Pikachu cries
Cry, cry, cry
Jessica
Cry, cry, cry
Jessica
Cry, one eye open, one closed

“Sweden X”

Garage, get my van good
Metal bumper, tank hood
On our way to subwoof
Worldstar on my bronze locked

Engine runs on bat’s blood
Make or break a sound hoof
Tattoo lines in colour
One eye opened, one closed

“Bisabuelita”

Lay me down
On a bed of lost angels
They say the metal es fuegos
And in a stupper she pesos
The medical on our faces
Its like the radio made us
On insta
Kiki bitches we wavin’
And laughin’ hard cuz we hate it
Yet we pretend like we made it
And in an instant we swayin’
Jus takin’ bars on Sir Mason’s
And he ain’t mad cuz we paid him

No, he ain’t mad
He’s good, he don’t give a fuk if we sleep or dead
You know what I’m sayin’
as long as he gets his money
as long as he gets it

“Residing At Currently Homeless, California”

Place-B
Place before…
Everyone has been in my place

In cryogenic tastings
We sleep in fancy clothing
Knowing we are more than these
Remembering the wording
A statement to you alone
Given to you are greatness
Arise to be my ancient
To hell we go in love

Place before..
Everyone has been in my place before
Can you bring me out of this horror?
Everyone has been in my place

In this we feel the whole world
Remainder in a cold war
The fractions are all coloured
Translation ain’t a good one
The merrit of my brothers
Who glitter in the water
Essence is how you know her
You know you truely love her

Place before..
Everyone has been in my place before
Can you bring me out of this horror?
Everyone has been in my…
Everyone has been in my…
Everyone has been in my…
Place

On a cool day windy
Undermining cool jays
Say that I’m the coolest
Or pretend to hate me
I’m too busy cooking
Tryna make that music
Rocking up these bitches
Seratone a feeling
Working on this healing
Selling hella coffee
About to raid the nation
On a turned up, jaggin’
Worship of the Goddess
Loving witchy business
Praying on this beat, lit
Busy cooking
Tryna make that music
Rocking up these bitches
Seratone a feeling
Working on this healing
Selling hella coffee
About to raid the nation
On a turned up, jaggin’
Worship of the Goddess
Loving witchy business
Praying on this beat, lit

“I’m Digressing”

Cause baby you like family, faith, and sudden fame
I’m convinced that you’re the happiest thing I’ve ever seen
Cause baby you eat, pray, laugh
Life is such a dream
It’s such a dream
(I’m digressing) Sing

Why do you never cease to dis-disappoint me
Disappoint me, disappoint me?

“It’s Just Our Gay Buddhist Church Of Oakland”

I don’t know if you gay
Hipster or hetero
Or just a pretty face
Open up a book and start reading
Tao in da Lin
Eeee Eee piz-ay

I’m losin’ it baby

Paraform a digit
In love wit it
Face in a mask
And I stay green sittin’
Envelope the planet
Wit the gay race sizzit
Everyone is waitin’ for they
Gravy ‘n’ biscuits

I’m losing my life

I’m losing my..
Yeah
I hate this body
Call up pest control nation
The motivation disgracin’
My inflamations of cravings
Get the cigarette butt
Out of Clinton’s ovation
She a loose cannon-dogged
MC Penny for president

Call me an animal archer
Cuz my body it hates first
Kinda felt like a homeless man
Up in da church
Hundred days of meth on me
But my smoking is way worse
Could you forgive me
For never caring enough
Until it hurts

“Oaklandia (ft. Yung Daplord)”

Ah, this beat so wet
That flow so cold
This ain’t child’s play
But Chuckey’s Home

In da city of Oakland
She a hawt hipster
Her name was Ebmud
She’s what said N.U.D.
N.U.D.
I pick up dead bodies for a living
I pick up dead bodies for a living
Liquid fire in my veins
It burns for every fucking day
I live without a bill to pay
A drink to drank
My soul to gave
Cavern, I hate
Stuck in my fat ways on a gentry plane
In my simple ways
I’m better dead than gained
In a church, I slave
In a church, I slave

(That flow so wet, house: wet, she sweat. Wet.)

“Spiritual Aviation Gun”

Theatrical in mandibles and
Stay to watch the party blow
Infallible confuse in all
And Satan acts like Sandy Olsson
To bury friendly words
And factor in a two bi-fold
Integrity to mani-hold
Into The Void like, ‘Baby’s home!’

Whispering sonnets like liquor
And sleeping dinner is with her
Into a quip of relievers
And so the end is our keeper
A lasting worship of Shiva
The avatars of Eleva
Giving life just to be even
Creation, just to believe it

Creation, just to believe it
Theatrical in mandibles
Stay to watch the party blow
Infallible confuse them all
And Satan acts like Sandy Olsson
To bury friendly words
And factor into bi-fold
Integrity to mani-hold
Into the void like, ‘Baby’s home!’

“Inviting And Enlightening”

(Saw you guys playin out there…
Few people know, it’s all about The Slap.
Let me show you. It’s all in the head nod.
Some people go: ‘Boom, Bap, Da Boom Boom Bap’
It’s a little faster than normal. It goes:)

Anatomically inscribing
Words on my soul and outside me
My sweetest form of diving
Onto your consciousness
You divined me and decided

Who?

Reptilian babies crying
They want the souls of all these
And angels dressed in black scythes
The point ain’t what your sides see
Just you being Godly
Inviting and enlightening
Inviting and enlightening

“Thank Them For What They Will Give You”

Lead me to the valley of lost souls
To remind me of what was and who I could be
I cry a sin, I feel the wind I love it’s calling
My lords of death dressed in bliss
They know all about me
To feel your kiss
To be repressed
Ignoring my needs
I love you, but you never cared for me
Glory ain’t a thing unless you’re sharing a beam
You’re sharing a beam
So beam us up
Scotty writes, “We gon’ give ’em the beast”
You’re sharing a beam
So beam us up
Scotty writes, “We gon’ give ’em the beast”
Breath and repeat
Bleed and repeat

Beam us up
Scotty writes, “We gon’ give ’em the beast”
Breath and repeat
Bleed and repeat

Breath and repeat
Breath and repeat

Bleed and repeat
Bleed and repeat

Lead me to the valley of lost souls
To remind me of what was and who I could be
Lead me

I cry a sin, I feel the wind I love it’s calling

“South Foe”

(I am so fly, that I am fixing to head south for the winter)

It’s the point in the pain
Where the veins scrunch up and scream for relief
Gasping for heroin or her brother MethaDean
I hate the words I speak
That come so naturally

(Now give us our daily beat)

South for the winter
Yeah, finna head south for the winter
So fly, I’m finna head south for the winter

“Both Our Sisters Ain’t Shit”

Disco muthafucka
Oh, yeah, oh Disco muthafucka

Do you really want that typical flow babe?

I’m makin’ a mullet
These bowls never show up
I hate it, they know it
And gay is a lifestyle
I pray on this knife that I’ll
Burn up for it

Creepy casting shadows
In a mask that’s white and yellow
In a silver Endalotto
With a smooth gaze
Never lets go
Pay it forward to an intro
Stay away from buses
Mortifying me
For no real reason

“Multiple Grandmas On Tinder”

My alcohol consumption
Is purely lacking motivation
For two ladies in old homes
Pretending that they are little kittens
And resort to no one is alone
When they are clearly liquidated
To the point of mental extinction
And somewhat clair-a-vacant
Somewhat clair-a-vacant
VACANT
My alcohol consumption
Is purely lacking motivation
For two ladies in old homes
Pretending they are little kittens
And resort to no one is alone
When they are clearly liquidated
To the point of mental extinction
And somewhat clair-a-vacant
Vacant?
VACANT

I just try to seek the blood on our hands
Hand by hand

(Do you copy? Raurie, are you there? Omg Raurie! RAURIE)

“Much Into Harlots”

Been doing lots of blast beats
A tacky dancer hates it
But she ain’t on that new shit
She stuck at 60s parties
And rappers want these jay bees
So they can be like Drake 3
And fuck all of these bitches
And own all of these housies
And rappers want these jay bees
So they can be like Drake 3
And fuck all of these bitches
And own all of the houses

“It’s Only Nina Hagen”

You love the point of ruining lives
You rolled the dice at 25
“That’s good, I’ma stick with that”
Then you say that only that is appropriate
Is appropriate?
Can’t believe that
The people that pay
The people who pay compliment my taste
Then you say “Put on Marvin Gaye’s old shit
Some jazz or something else”
As long as it ain’t new shit
As long as it ain’t new shit
Courtney Love don’t even cut it
As long as it ain’t new shit
Courtney Love don’t even cut it
Courtney Love don’t even cut it
SHIT
Courtney Love don’t even cut it
She’s too “aggressive” or “inappropriate”
She’s too aggressive
She’s too inappropriate
I guess I know the difference
I guess I know the difference
I guess I know what “allowed” is
I guess I know what “allowed” is
I guess I know

As long as it ain’t new shit
Courtney Love don’t even cut it
As long as it ain’t new shit
Courtney Love don’t even cut it
Courtney Love don’t even cut it
As long as it ain’t new shit
I guess I know what allowed is

“Where Is Dram Bero?”

Dude be chillin’ fronta southgate
Stores a bottle wit his newspapes
Bumpin’ music from the 90’s
Frankenstein be pushin’ walk late
As he walkin’ to the napevae
Gettin’ out away from Granny
Best believe he ain’t no sorbet
To skate

“She Knows No Moderation”

She mad as fuck
Don’t know her name
But she ’bout nine years old
Livin’ inside an older cranium
Comes outside to wage war on myself (myself)

No sale but
She try so long and hard
She only leaves
To cry alone
But we ain’t talked for weeks
I know I’m pretty wrong
But it’s G
It’s G

“Feels Like Vibrating”

Don’t even try to change your mind
A shipment lasts as far as I do mine
An empty bucket full of crack and wine
Just tear it up so you can shine
Explosive building to repress a mind
Explosive building to repress a mind
Explosive building to repress a mind
Intoxication relive every time
The wax of candles that you wouldn’t like
Just keep on dripping until you’re out of time
Out of time
(Fault, I shoulda, coulda
Gave fucks just to fall into a pit of self-hatred)

“If U Can’t Fem ‘Em, Men ‘Em”

How it feels so different
I’m feelin’ like a pile of shakey bones
This is all I’ve ever known
And I can feel the climax…

What the fuck was that?
Got it rolling down my back
It’s like a panic attack
Smack that meth outside my door
But it still call me back
I got nothing in my pockets
Do believe in that
Like a lock-it, Ima lock it

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