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WHO DO YOU SEE?

I’m wanted but I’m running away

People conversating like there’s something else I should say

Craving love but craving money when there’s dues left to pay

And my youth start to age, and my body is frail

I gotta ask:

Who do you see when you see me in the daylight?

Saying you need me, baby you need peace

And who do you call when the night is getting downright

Upside down in the limelight, uptight saying you been right

I got my name in a potluck oven, cause you cooked me roast

Roasting me like turkey leg like hurt me best

Get my worst exposed

Say I’m flexing with the scented candle, my two loves handled

That love bit throat

Am I climbing to the ceiling or the penthouse of the building?

Man, I don’t know

Say you read me like a magazine, I get sized by the height of no therapy

I got issues on issues like Vogue, healing ain’t quick but it’s so dang slow

And my rhythm getting lost by the pace we go

Just a ninety eight born and bred, two feet landing wherever my sights are set

So smooth, the terrain but the rain is wet

Got me tripping at the thought of you in someone’s bed

Vowing success when you say you love him

World that I’ve known coming to a slight dim

I’m all alone dancing but I still might win

Picking locks just to break out of the boxing (now I’m out here)

Can we start quickening motion, you know a woman mad

That’s my excitement deciding there ain’t no going back

My temper quitting the meeting whenever someone asks

“Maybe it’s better we chill.”

Urgent is all that I feel now that I’m part of the real world

I fasted on reels

I started reading and writing like it’s a part of the deal

I made with Jah, I took a bus to see what’s happening on the shoreline
I took my love and made my peace before she steal mines

Don’t want her copying the blueprint that she’s burnt twice

I’m wanted but I’m running away

People conversating like there’s something else I should say

Craving love but craving money when there’s dues left to pay

And my youth start to age, and my body is frail

I gotta ask:

Who do you see when you see me in the daylight?

Saying you need me, baby you need peace

And who do you call when the night is getting downright

Upside down in the limelight, uptight saying you been right

MAYBE GO GET THERAPY

Sometimes, I’m terrified the path that I’m on
Ain’t right but who cares?

Rhyme is all that I own
Ain’t got cash but I’m working four and two gig a week
And so I’m making it by with some sides just for me
I get in five arguments by the time I get home
I’m fatigued and body sore because the whip has been sold
I bike to work and for the errands I bring my backpack
I wanna date but ain’t got time but I got time to bang
A couple hours every Saturday

Rejuvenate the part that craves it
Smoking when the night is late and thoughts arise to medicate
Uh, I got me a new girl but I still think bout old girl
She asking why us dating still a topic that we can’t circle
I guess I’m older now, I guess I should be over it but damn my first love
Still come around and would you be comfortable us hanging with no chaperone
Or will you be the sixth argument that I come home to?

It ain’t fair on you  I know what I want
I want my music more than women, money, vices
It ain’t fair on you  I know what I want
I want my music more than women, money, vices

Nikki said maybe go get therapy
I said maybe, I’m just trying to find an easy route for me
Healing ain’t as flashy as a night out in the town for me
Hotel rooms with service, drink champagne like it was paid by me
Most likely by the dream because I’m meant to be in beats
Writing hits that might get playlisted that guarantee some streams
Or maybe fame will come tomorrow but I’m rostered all week
You know at some point in the marathon, a girl has gotta eat
And a girl has gotta date if she wanna marry by thirty
As patient as she is now, father time he seem in a hurry
I blink and suddenly gone, the seventeen years buried
And bottled inside the issues, each magazine in the cubby
And promising you a future is fantasy and it’s selfish
I simply want the attachment, longevity is a question
You probably don’t wanna ask but as a sign of respect
I’ll be honest and say it’s ending the moment the sun it sets
I’m still picking up my pieces and trying to speak to Jesus
Still spiteful regarding friends that done crucified me like-ha
Like I’ve never skipped stones at anyone’s face
Like I’ve never acted petty in a serious way
Some good intentions still affecting who I’ve hurt to this day
Man and that’s some humbling that I gotta take
Uh Maybe I should go and get some therapy
But the nicotine inside my lungs, it settles me

It ain’t fair on you  I know what I want
I want my music more than women, money, vices
It ain’t fair on you  I know what I want
I want my music more than women, money, vices

I STILL LOVE YOU (feat. Crystal Chen)

Cigarette in the cubby hole
Ever seen Punk’d when the match was thrown  Had me laughing bits when the room was cold
It was winter time but the mic was on
Getting heated like the rhyme was landing on a stove
Early morning seeing you explode cause I left the gas in the kitchen on
Are you packing bags? Are you holding on?
Wait…

The flower blooms amongst the thorns and

That was you and me babe

Nothing lasts forever

And I’m still thinking of you

Moving in with the white picket fence  

Hanging with you only on the weekend
Top up gas for like twenty dollars just to drive the suburb that we living in
Venting bout my ex and decisions made, how’d I navigate growing up late?
I was rhyming like I had been paid a bunch but the chicken with cheese came clutch
First time I smoked, I greened - Subway bathroom oathed to keep it clean
Saw the cops that one time I passed that eighteen footer, mans stepped out
Said “Ray you could’ve”
I drive like Hoke these days
I’m five star rating, my Volks so based
I laugh bout times that done made me crazy
Like remember my hair when we first met?
I should have known back then that

Broke and still dependent, I was leaving school
In and out of loving women, one or two
Picturing the marriage, parking lot proposal
Maybe more romantic on the roof, uh
New York City in my bedroom
Playing Gaga when the ganja was just parler on the albums
Cause that blade of grass was still taboo
Early twenties in the BNB, drunk feeds, singing like we on the perfect key
My feet on sand, in between the sheets, we shared those beds and despite the fleas
Came home my tears get the best of me, but I was laughing like the trauma wasn’t aimed at me
I still remember long lines and the group chat popping off work, five years flew right on by
We caught the rip, then we had a meeting
Tan’s “I swim deep but the water cheated”
That summer my best so far
So YEAH you messed up but that was fun babe
And I still love you
So drop those bags and wait

The flower blooms amongst the thorns and

That was you and me babe

Nothing lasts forever

And I’m still thinking of you

Yeah we’re grown now, old now

Thinking how it used to be

(I wasn’t looking when I found you but I did)

Will you chase me and wait for me

Do you wanna grow with me?

(You said that…)

I hate to admit

That I still love you

(And I still love you)

Hate to quit

(I wasn’t looking when I found you but I)

This game that I lose

THE FRIDGE ALL STOCKED (feat. Awggey)

I don’t want a lot

I just wanna rhyme and buy my mama and my pop

New house and pay the bills and keep the fridge all stocked

Keep the homies well-fed while we stroll around the block

Uh-uh

I’ve been chasing dreams

Uh-uh

I’ve been in the city

Green trees in the backyard

Not lemons but I feel hopeful

My side feel like she need me but I’m too prideful to let it be

It’s green despite what my bank says and my bank says I’ll go wayside

Terrifying thought, being on the street, rolling up some cash just to hit some weed

Well in my defence, I was feeling low, needing me a high, needing me advice

She needs me some more, calling up my phone, yelling at me why? Just to start a fight

Toxic, like I’m some hero in this movie

Like I’m not in this just to prove myself as sexual in my movement

I seek countryside, an easy life

A life this pen I write with ain’t providing

See that grass has dried like the vibe

And damn my eyes are wide and realising, I

Fucked up in a few places

Went broke when I quit working those day shifts

Went south just to vent out frustrations

Broke mouths when I found out who’s saying shit, yeah

I don’t have a handout but a hand out, my guy

You ain’t ever had to drink proof my guy

This medicine ain’t settling but still I try

Still we fight- I’m envious of my peers who are married now

And I’m barely keeping girls happy, I’m just in my mind in my sacrifice

That no one’s ever said take but

I don’t want a lot

I just wanna rhyme and buy my mama and my pop

New house and pay the bills and keep the fridge all stocked

Keep the homies well-fed while we stroll around the block

Uh-uh

I’ve been chasing dreams

Uh-uh

I’ve been in the city

What does it mean?

What does it mean to free?

What does it mean to be me?

Lately I'm learning that reality ain't aligning with everything that I believe

I had to ghost

I had to centre me peace

Burning my lips while I'm walking the streets

I had to talk to the family above

I got some demons I'm tryna release

Don't got a ceiling so they gon’ be saying whats up (Yo)

Never forgetting the people who came from the cut (No)

Isaiah Rashad yea you know I've been stuck in the mud (Oh)

I'm looking for love

Cause I’ve seen healthy turn to toxic

Seen the cycles

Trapped in boxes

Man this music is the only way I'm losing all these toxins

Anti-oxidant

From ventilating oxygen

Not looking for no partnership

I haven’t seen my partner since

Eighteen

I know this music is her spirit, emulating

You far from physical cause now you in my daydream

Better things for both of us is in the making

Just ask God, dear God

I don’t want a lot

I just wanna rhyme and buy my mama and my pop

New house and pay the bills and keep the fridge all stocked

Keep the homies well-fed while we stroll around the block

Uh-uh

I’ve been chasing dreams

Uh-uh

I’ve been in the city

FANTASY & FUTURE (PANDESAL)

I just wanna be the best out
Should I spit a forty minute track with some singing in the back to erase doubt?
I’m still just an ant but I’m looking at the pack now
I can be a lion if I wanted but I’m patient
Knowing this is just the road we race in and every pit stop is required in the making
I want good tyres not them roll all over me tires
Not afraid of getting in a yelling rematch
I been in the labyrinth since I was in napkins
Seeking greatness over average though I’ve failed to cap it
With the accolades and fame that we all imagine
I’ve resided in my fantasies so long I’m trapped in
But I’m staring at the ceiling plotting me a way out
Though feeling buried is a weight that’s so hard to kick out
I got some clovers in my pockets that’s been helping me out
So I won’t take for granted any advantage I get now
That’s my motto in life, when the lights black out
I see the youngin in the basement trying to rhyme
Sounding words in a whisper so my pops won’t worry about
What I been doing in my spare time, messing around
Picturing stadiums filled with so many people, singing my words
Riding a seven-seater with a band, seeing the world
And buying everyone I love a Tesla so we greener
A grammy would be nice but so I can say that the fans earned it
And yeah it’s deserved but see I wake up just for music and some peace in this abyss of a life
I’m craving tropics and belonging, no, not even a wife
Been chasing women like they’re prizes for a girl with some lines
But love is just another dream
That I got miles to go and patience to appease
If I could give you everything then I would bleed
The record bloody if you look into its seam, yeah
 

And the line so thin I-
Can barely see ya
If I cross, if I stray
Do I know which way I go?
Between fantasy and future
Through the eyes of a dreamer
Do I know which way I go?
I hope I’m on your side

I guess I gotta go home
When tides decide to get low
I guess I gotta go home
To see the fam and know I’m not alone

This music thing is crazy
I been in the matrix like
How I go from doing mixtapes to rocking out on stage with no shaking
I’m confident and I’m racing against time cause I’m like twenty five with no signed
Deal, no publisher or no agent
But I’m still taking my time
From the Philippines to the land of dreams
Making my way to that billi street
But wealth ain’t my northern star nor earth peak
Just writing rap, chasing bag just another theme I have
For me, I was in the Jeep, paying pesos getting two streets just to get myself another hot treat  Pandesal and ice candy, bring my girl, that’s eye candy
Candid photos on Canme
09, one ring, one, two, ten in the back-seat
Pajero got mags like it flexed me
Finally get to stop with the family
But the tape out soon, so it’s 5G
Fantasy or future it’s a tight reach
(Not)

FANTASY & FUTURE WRITING CREDITS

Who Do You See

Produced by Abraham Kunin

Written by Ray

Maybe Go Get Therapy

Produced by Danny Do

Written by Ray

I Still Love You

Produced by Abraham Kunin

Written by Ray & Crystal Chen

The Fridge All Stocked

Produced by Abraham Kunin

Written by Ray & Awggey

Fantasy & Future (Pandesal)

Produced by Abraham Kunin & Danny Do

Written by Ray