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It has been a year since Sammus fought and destroyed M’other Brain. The experience left her drained and questioning her desire and ability to continue in her line of work. Since that time she has been healing by taking a step back from the field and serving in an advisory role for a group of promising young bounty hunters. Floating across galaxies in a self-funded space station, Sammus spends her days training the group of ingénues in all her skills.

One afternoon during a session she is pulled aside by the ship’s captain. For the past several hours the crew has been picking up distress calls and SOS signals that have been sent by Lib Front, a group of self-proclaimed freedom fighters on a nearby planet. Most notably they have been adamant that they are being attacked by a legion of alien soldiers operating under the leadership of a warlord known only as Light Sammus. Carrying a price tag of millions, Light Sammus has been rumored to be the force behind the destruction of countless civilizations across the galaxy, but most importantly for Sammus, her presence has meant the ruin of Sammus’ good name.

Without a moment’s hesitation our young heroine issues a code red, instructing her students to immediately disembark from the space station as it has now become mission control for the journey to capture Light Sammus. Welcome to PRIME.


released July 18, 2013

Label: NuBlack Music Group [NBMG]

1. School's Out Intro (Sammus)
Performed by Sammus
2.School's Out (Sammus)
Written, Produced & Performed by Sammus
Sample: Panthero Theme [Panthero] by Bernard Hoffer
3. Nu Black (Sammus)
Written, Produced & Performed by Sammus
Sample: In Memorian [A Nino Bravo] by Danny Daniel
4. Success (Sammus & Chance Fischer)
Written & Performed by Sammus & Chance Fischer
Produced by Sammus
Sample: Catchin' the Fever by The Main Ingredient featuring Cuba Gooding
5. Growin' Up (Sammus)
Written, Produced & Performed by Sammus
6. Free Intro (Sammus)
Performed by Sammus
7. Free (Sammus)
Written, Produced & Performed by Sammus
8. DL (Sammus)
Written, Produced & Performed by Sammus
Sample: Mildness by Jean Claudric
9. Reset (Sammus)
Written, Produced & Performed by Sammus
Sample: With You by The Main Ingredient featuring Cuba Gooding
10. Slow Spinnin' (Sammus)
Written, Produced & Performed by Sammus
Sample: Ready for Love by The Main Ingredient featuring Cuba Gooding
11. Nu Clothes (Sammus)
Written, Produced & Performed by Sammus
Sample: I'm Gonna Tear Your Playhouse Down - Ann Peebles
12. Pity Party (Sammus & Open Mike Eagle)
Written & Performed by Sammus & Open Mike Eagle)
Sample: Utopia [New Ears Rmx] by Goldfrapp
13. Lovesong (Sammus)
Written, Produced & Performed by Sammus
Sample: Fallin' in Love Again by Dynamite

All songs except track 13 (mixed by Eightsense) mixed by Joshua
Applebee at Sugar Hill Studios
All songs mastered by Wes Coas at Sounds Right Mastering
Album artwork by Gabriel Eng-Goetz
Label: NuBlack Music Group [NBMG]

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Sammus Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Sammus is the stage name adopted by Ithaca, NY producer, rapper, activist, and PhD student Enongo Lumumba-Kasongo. Known as much for her rousing stage presence as she is for her prowess as a beatmaker and lyricist, Sammus has spent the past several years cultivating a strong following of activists, hip hop heads, punks, and self-proclaimed nerds and geeks, among others. ... more

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Track Name: School's Out
School’s out for the summer
School’s out forever x 2

Got a stack of student loans
Can’t leave town for another year
25 gotta live at home
Need to sneak around call it Metal Gear
Mom’s all in yo' shit
Asking when you gon' leave
Like yo get of of my dick
You supposed to be on my team
You smoke a bit of that green
Every single day to take a little bit of edge off
You think you going insane
Wanna run away quicker than a blue hedgehog
And to say you’re stressed
Is an understatement
They working you like a slave
Your boss be acting like a dominatrix
Check the mail
Sallie Mae
Got another bill
You forgot to pay
Been a living hell
After graduation
Can’t complain
Cuz they always say
That knowledge is power
So we drop thousands of dollars
Much more than lots of us have
To get enough credit hours
Or maybe just to build up a network
Do I really got to pay my whole net worth?
When everything I’m finna learn
I’ll forget it in another semester
We rotate in a circle round and round we just keep spinning
It’s why I call my generation graduated cylinders


I got a loan at financial aid
They steady tryna play me
We on the phone at least once a day
So it’s almost like were dating
I need a check for my textbooks
At 50 each it ain’t coming cheap
And another G for my Macbook
My bank account finna rest in peace
At an ATM with a rosary and
I don’t want to check my balance
I just wanna buy my groceries
Nigga I just wanna get through college
Soon its gonna get real violent
Students finna be astonished
They gonna wanna throw Katanas
They dealing with the broken promise
That politicans want to say to kids
Like long division finna pay the bills
But they never gonna go admit
That it’s hard to go and get a hundred thousand chips
And when you talking school reform
They actin’ like it’s TMI
They so busy makin’ sure
They pockets got big BMI
Big banks give patronage
That is hazardous
To the graduates
But no matter how bad it gets
They don’t fuck like abstinence
So if I had to pick to stay in school or to dip then
I would do it like 'Ye and be the dopest statistic yo

Track Name: Nu Black
They like who dat?
I’m that Nu Black
I like a dude who got the waves with a durag
Who like to boogie with the bass high -- boom bap
And he too good to play no games like a fullback

They like who dat?
I’m that Nu Black
I like a daddy who just love a little Brubeck
I like a nappy motherfucker in a suit that
Rock it like a dapper kind of brother -- that’s a cool cat

A nice guy who can get on my level
He can keep it high brow when he high like stilleto
He ain't never hide out from his life in the ghetto
He ain’t nothing like the child of Gepetto
He can rock a low cut caeser with the deep waves
Or be a grown up leavin' with a briefcase
A high roller or he can be a cheapskate
He just gotta know what I’m needing in a teammate
Yo I’m a Nu Black chick
Im in school at 6
Made a rap upload it
Then I move traffic
I can stop that too
When I rock catsuits
Though I’m always on the ave
In my combat boots
I'mma set the record straight something like a phonograph
Its gon' take some work to change the last half of my autograph
I’m a go-getter want a winner for my other half
Don’t get bitter 50/50 he should know the math

They like who dat?
I’m that Nu Black
I like a dude who got the waves with a durag
Who like to boogie with the bass high -- boom bap
And he too good to play no games like a fullback

They like who dat?
I’m that Nu Black
I like a daddy who just love a little Brubeck
I like a nappy motherfucker in a suit that
Rock it like a dapper kind of brother -- that’s a cool cat

It take a lot to get me open though I’m hopin' for
Somebody who be doper than corner up in Baltimore
Don’t like to shop but he gotta have a lot in store
And be a connoisseur of things I never saw before
We’ll get along
If the homey edify me
And he can hit the bong
But he’ll never pop a molly
Whenever he be wrong
If he know to go I’m sorry
Maybe we’ll be one
Call it Piccolo and Kami
For the time being
He don’t need to drop a dime
Fuck a diamond
We don’t need a rock to shine
If you my man
We don’ trip on doller signs
With the finance
He do him and I’ll get mine
I wanna know if we broke
That we both can devote
To love from above and below
And we can joke when we old
And we rollin' in dough
When we croak that our souls will elope

They like who dat?
I’m that Nu Black
I like a dude who got the waves with a durag
Who like to boogie with the bass high -- boom bap
And he too good to play no games like a fullback

They like who dat?
I’m that Nu Black
I like a daddy who just love a little Brubeck
I like a nappy motherfucker in a suit that
Rock it like a dapper kind of brother -- that’s a cool cat x2
Track Name: Success feat. Chance Fischer
I work hard for the money
Harder for the fans
Hardest for myself
And the artists that understand

Success -- is not given
Unless you willing to grind
Invest in your decision
To doing the things you like

I Started producing songs at the age of seventeen
When my brother put me on he taught me how to play with reason
And pretty soon I’m decent and I made a couple of tracks
I showed a few to like three friends and they told me that it was wack
These cats suggested I master
A different kind of approach
I could begin a new chapter
I said I’d give it a go
Had an aversion to rappers
And all they big butt hoes
But Ye converted me
After he made that chipmunk soul
So in my undergrad on my mac I began to sample things
Flip a track on its back til its no resemb-a-lance
Built a little catalogue I'm thinking that I’m better and
I dug it like a catacomb it took a while to get it that
My beats didn’t really show the best of me
I knew I had to switch up all the recipes
I invested cheese in the proper gear
Spent a couple Gs and a bunch of years
And those long days stressed out
Like donde esta the next big fiesta
We next up


VERSE 2 (Chance Fischer)
Tell SAMMUS I'll give 'em that work
Been doing this shit since I was getting nursed
Conceive a verse in my bedroom giving birth
When I let the flow break I was quenching their thirst
Let me take it back to the Randolph Courts
Where n*ggas had snakeskin all over their J's
Black durags all over their waves
With the cape screaming "Hoes ain't shit that we save"
In the hood, I was rapping like Can-I-Bus
But n*ggas weren't feeling my flowin'
Till I said I'd pull the mac out on all them n*ggas
Leave a door bloody like it's Passover
12-year-old drug dealing n*ggas wearing Jordans
Rapping about guns, weed smoke and extortion
All up on the corners and on n*ggas front porches
Diamonds in the rough, flow wasn't yet gorgeous
Fast forward -- I'm a junior in the Ivy League
Higher than them towers of ivory
Picture me dying for an I-N-C
Put the "I" in team and envisioned my dream
Couldn't match my hustle - 5 raps a day for three semesters
Working on flows missing Greek fiestas
Shittin' on rappers when the beat digested
I invested money that I didn't have
For something you'd have to see on the shoulder of a giant
My self-esteem must have been something like Goliath
Now the flow smooth and I'm something like Poseidon
12 year old rappin' in the midst of misguided youth
Now I rap to inspire through
The words that I crafted in the vocal booth
That started as a youngin' trying to show and prove


When I started out flow wasn’t nice
I had to do a little research
Now I’m good to go I’m back to life
Like I’m celebrating Easter
I’m hungry now got fork and knife
And I really wanna eat first
I practice hard I’m cold as ice
Never listen in a T-shirt
I'd just be rappin in the camry
While I rode around the block
Now I’m standing here commanding
Every show I gotta to rock
I been to Austin, Brooklyn, Houston, nigga Upstate
And I’m still cookin' music you can just wait
I make plans around the clock
Got an album that’s coming in the summer
First chance it get to drop
Without a doubt it’s a bestseller
I had to find a crew that would invest in me incessently
Even Wonder Woman had the blessings of the Justice League
I found a place at that NuBlack
Worked hella days to make moves
I produced tracks so major
Made big waves like a durag
And I’m proof that it’s suicide
To take a break from the booth
That’s a space to make other crews ask
Who’s next?
Track Name: Growin' Up
Get your life together
It’s all fallin' apart
You won’t be young forever
No matter who you are x2

We just pourin' up
Throwin' up
I’m hopin we gone know enough
To notice when we growin up
Growin' up
Growin' up x2

Got a bottle in your hand with the top unscrewed
Put a shot up in the air then you say, "Salut"
To forget about the day and the things you would say
If you could but you can’t cuz they all taboo
And you don't really get it why you date that fool
Got a hundred baby daddies like her name Badu
Shoulda run away hella asap
You ain’t wanna listen now she gone and got ya name tattoo’d
She a bad girl
Friends bad too
You just wanna kick it like you in shaq fu
Got red lips call her mouth Ragu
Got brown skin color of Apu
Give a little bit head --- Vidal Sassoon
Now she all up in you crib and she get mad rude
When you tell her she gon' need to get away
She all up in your face 'til you get a ring and say "I do"
Wow -- now she got a kid on the way
Claim it’s your baby but it’s hard to say
And if you deny it then you gotta pay
She gon' take you to trial they’ll take you to state
Thinking that you shoulda listened to 'Ye
Messing with gold diggers half of your age
Imagine the look on her face
When you finna say
You really make minimum wage


Grind a hundred days, partyin for two
Every single week it’s like déjà vu
Boo -- even on the days ya’ll do
Get a second off you gon' waste that too
You ain't making moves something like statues
You only leave the room when you want fast food
Or when you in the club and you act baboon
Throwin' bows giving black eyes like raccoons
Forever 21 in your clothes and your mind
Everybody growin' up you be frozen in time
We get it baby girl was a dime
But every other second you be posin' online
We know you used to be super bad
You boast about what you used to have
You older now should be wiser too
You slowin' down like it’s Houston rap
And you ain't really like your crib
Like your job, you hate your car
But you ain't finna save no change
You gon' drop pesos at the mall
Steady tryna get it all
Like you playin' pokemon
Got a budget like Aladdin
Tryna ball like you Jafar
(You need to...)

Track Name: Free
Thought I got a little real estate
On a couple blogs
But now I can tell the real and fake
I’m still an underdog
Im hardly getting cheddar
Steady snacking on Velveeta
It’ll prolly be a minute
'Til I’m stackin up Doritos
Half these bitches want to test me like a lady brand new
Checkin' messages has got me racing off the handle
Want a couple instrumentals pay me and I’ll send you
Nah I ain’t environmental paperless I can’t do
And that’s a big scandal cuz they steady be like "Give us free"
I’ll give 'em back everything that they be giving to me
I’m clockin 20 hours
To reach a rough draft
Holla when you get some dollars
I’ll send a bounce back
Nah I ain’t money hungry
My stomach really growling
I’m on my grad school hustle
Tryna be selling my talent
These niggas acting puzzled
Like my request invalid
You wanna flex that muscle?
You can go toss up my salad

But you can’t have my gift
You can’t have my gift for free
If you can’t handle it
You can catch eternal zs
Bitch please
Fuck you talking 'bout x2

If artists make good work
It's important that you purchase
To keep em feeling determined
In they purpose on this earth
It's some niggas undeserving
Inexplicably they earning
They tell me I be wearing Kermit’s color on my person
But I’m just being earnest
That ain’t really where I’m coming from
If I had that thirst Why I’m barely asking for minimum?
Want a couple pesos
For my rent for breakfast
Just a space to throw my Eight-ohs
Over which I’ll lay my message
Leggings to hold my J-lo
Shirts to cover up my breastsess
Ten percent I’ll pay to church
The rest I’ll spend on my textbooks
Assigned by all my professors on the daily read a hundred pages
The music helps the stress it's not about the money making
But when I drop the heat you acting like you can’t afford it
Don’t let me see your feet I know you rock the newest jordans
Just watch if MTV come walking up to ring my doors
It's gone be my enemies that got the words on every chorus

Track Name: DL
Momma called 'em homos
Daddy called 'em worse
So he really couldn’t let go
Of the feeling he was cursed
But a pretty boy has got a lot of trouble hidin'
Other kids be so annoyed because he wasn’t smiling
At all the PYTs who seemed to really want him
People thinking he might be a little Jimmy Baldwin
So began his life of tryna make it on the on the dl
Getting "d" at night but in the daylight he with females
He never told a soul he had to make sure no one noticed
So he smashed a couple hoes and always acted homophobic
Then he knocked a lady up she called him and she told him
She would have the baby though they barely kicked it like a goalie
When she got more roly poly she asked when he would step up
He looked her in her eyes and told her "Hey please don’t expect much
You told me gays should hide and now I guess that I should fess up
So guess what? Locked up in the closet so I started playing dress up"


You can put me in a box I'mma box ya
Lock the closet up it's impossible
I don’t want your gospel
Tried to be a fraud
But I can't afford the cost of
Putting on a drama that deserves a couple Oscars x2

She got a poppa from Jamaica
And a crib he bought in Queens
All of the shottas tryna take her virginity every week
On her way to class
Grabbing at her cake while she walking passed
Finally couldn’t take it had to clock 'em
That’s how she got a rep for being crazy
On the daily thugs would chase her
They tried intimidation
Then one day her neighbors raped her
They said it had occurred because she never dated men
Though she had never said a word her father hated lesbians
She faked it for a minute with the brother of her friend
Then he started catching feelings said he couldn’t just pretend
He begged to make it physical -- she wouldn’t so he let her know
That he would show her father things she tried to make invisible
So she let him smash
Sometimes he even taped it
And as the months would pass
He started looking like her rapist
She finally snapped and stabbed his body with a knife
But her daddy died the day before she got 40 to life

Track Name: Reset
When you need to reset
It means that you grow
'Cuz living is a thing that
Your wings can't control
You deal with the blows
The hills and the lows
So when you get a lemon
Plant a seed and let it go

My computer in my arms
Then it fell and it hit the pavement
I come through to tech support
And now they tellin’ me they can’t save it
Every beat that I had made
My vocals all erased
On my knees and now I’m praying
I don’t go and catch a case

Somebody pressed the reset
I guess so I could reject
All the he said and she said
That was giving me some feedback
When I lost my presets
Jesus I was seasick
But losing everything was exactly what I had needed

Had to hit the restart
At first I didn’t think it was really life like it’s VR
Hit so hard I thought I was flying cuz I could see stars
Wishing life was something like driving so I could detour
Crying like I’m Ee-yore

Didn’t see a blessing
Silly me I was foolish
Instead I started cussing
People telling me to cool it
But He was simply testing me
To see if I could do it
And now I found the best of me
But first I had to lose it


Matter’s not created
No it’s only reimagined
So what matters is how creative
You are with what you have
And we be feelin' like we Sisyphus
But listen it’s not to good to stress
And let the things we cannot change
Possess and get the best of us

I can’t accept defeat, yo, I’m far too gifted for that
I rested for a week, though I knew I had to get back
To making all these beats no more stress about the setbacks
Laced up both my cleats so my kicks is sounding kick-ass

You can achieve it all if you want it bad enough
You can be Ethan Hawke blastin' outta Gattaca
Or you can lay in the dark locked up in attic
But I'mma stay flexin hard watch me as I power up

Mama used to say
Rome didn’t grow in a day
I feel the pain but it all gone dissipate
You can play it safe
With your store bought Minute Maid
But I prefer the taste
Of my homemade lemonade

Track Name: Slow Spinnin'
Slow (slow) Spinnin'
No (no) Guarantees
I’mma be ending up in my
Own (own) crib this evening
I wanted to hit the road
So I’ll get good sleep in
I know that I’m far too gone
So till then I’ll just be
Slow (slow) Spinnin'
No (no) Guarantees
I’mma be ending up in my
Own (own) crib this evening
I wanted to hit the road
So I’ll get good sleep in
I know that I’m far too gone
So till then

It’s been a long week
Finna hit that happY hour
Rollin' to the bar quick
Get that Amaretto sour
Three sips, four sips
He part his lips like its forceps
Bar pouring drinks like its faucets
And he throwing tips like its costless
Got a little wealth cuz he paid now
Bought top shelf he be laid out
He can’t stay up so he stay south
He just gave up so he face down
Got a eight ounce in his pockets
But he can’t bounce, legs won't move
He making out in the darkness
With a brick house who just left her dude
Get some Aquafina take a seat and put your feet up
The chica from before she say really want meet up
She give you all her info when she roll you thinking
She was sounding sexy as she look you call her onomatopoeia
Now you try to dip so you decide that it’s ya last one
You tell your clique that you’ll be fine and put your glass up
(Take a) Take another Hennessy w/ lime but you is not drunk
So you finna do it one more time they call you daft punk


He act like life is a pipe
That you should smoke til you die
They call him Sean Paul
He always thinking just gimme the light
He end up sparking up in the parking lot
'Til he spot a cop then he smarten up
Too drunk to be starting stuff
But he out of luck tryna find the truck
Finally grab his whip and then he stumble as he finna get in
Got double vision like he got a bad astigmatism
Riding home
He getting tired
Eyes are low
Drive a hundred miles
Grab the phone
Start to dial
Say hello
He can hear the smile like
"Hey don’t you think you callin kinda late?
Okay you need to stay with me but I ain’t at my place
I’m drivin' down the interstate I won’t be home 'til eight
Now wait somebody's brights is all up in my face!"


You flying high right through the divider
Just in time you catch her eyes the moment you colliding
[Silence] Silence -- this wasn’t what you ever had in mind
When you had whispered that tonight you decided to get inside her

Track Name: Nu Clothes
New clothes feel good
'Til they don’t feel good anymore
Kudos to those kids
Got things can’t get in a store x2

Wet dreams of a black card
And puttin' keys in a fast car
That you can speak to the dashboard
And getting speed like a track star
Pass other people you ask "What you mad for?"
And you really want a body con dress
So you can get a smiley face emoticon texts
Even though you in the cold and your body be exposed
To the world like it’s mardi gras breasts
You on your knees praying to submission
Cuz spending Gs is a true religion
You don’t believe in a ghoul and witch
But you gotta ha the jeans with the super stitchin’
Head straight to the store with friends
And when you get a check it’s some more to spend
Forget a little debt yeah its more than that if
Dior was a Christian you born again


Finance is a trainwreck
Buy Ray-Bans with your paycheck
Got big plans for a Maybach
But when you sitting on a bill
Take a rain check
It could cost being so sartorial
Spend a lot getting draws at Victoria
You be giving all your bread
Staying in the red
But you act colorblind like an oreo
For a black kid fashion is a way to speak
But just imagine all the cash that we could keep
If we invested back into our favorite streets
And paid attention 'stead of paying crazy cheese
It's like one day you be running 'round Brinstar
Then you’re dead and you get what you lived for
Who you think finna answer the big door?
Pretty sure it is not Anna Wintour

Track Name: Pity Party feat. Open Mike Eagle
I’m throwing a pity party
Fuck you to everybody
Unless you feel me pain
Don’t even get me started
I’m hearing the tick tock
Of the big clock
I and to pray to the Lord
To make this stop

I’m throwing a pity party
Fuck you to everybody
Unless you feel me pain
Don’t even get me started
I’m hearing the tick tock
Of my wrist watch
Cut my wrist off
And then it stops

What am I doing?
Is it worth me pursuing degrees?
I don’t even know I'm gon' do if
I’m 37 and I’m still a student
Can’t focus on music
I be comparing myself to my friends I know
It's a bad habit I try hard to let it go
I admit I been feeling pathetic so
I keep on thinking in all hypotheticals
Every minute it’s
What if I dropped out?
What if I stopped now?
What if I…?
Well where would I be now?
And how would my beats sound
On Spotify?
I try to be grateful
After all it’s the first world
But when I’m alone and I’m looking on Facebook
I feel like a cursed girl
Social media show me where I’d rather be
Like out on the beach while I’m riding a beat
To cover my pain I stay making small talk
I remain a big catch in a small pond
I should probably log-off
But I got a few fans who would pop-off
So I stay to give props to the people who got me
Support and defend me at all costs
The tale is ever so tall
That if you be good then you will receive
Cuz I’ve been giving my all
But I’m still the same exact hue as mystique
My passion don’t pay for my lights
So I do things I hate and it’s painful it's like
I should swallow the red pill and ease my nerves
To get rid of the feeling of dreams deferred


VERSE [Open Mike Eagle]
Steadily inhaling blow and exhaust
Get where I'm going don't know what it costs
Swear in my heart what I'm doing is art
How come ain't nobody roping it off?
American losing my African-ness
Trying to sneak a peak at the abyss
I know how to breathe but I don't though
And I don't know
And I don't know
Tell myself shut the fuck up
So I can focus on focusing
Who am I arguing with though?
I dig through the pavement
Cuz I want to touch on the earth
With the tip of my tip toe
Spend half my life in a disco
And rappers be telling me get low
I'm already there so I get high
Forbidding my animal-ness
From chasing that vaginal bliss
Life is a body mechanic
Vestigial teeth in my animal jaw
Remind me of handing out mandible claws
I might be a ship that never sales
Thinking of failure that never fails
Everywhere I look I see a degree of associate
Doing much better should I look for openness
Focus on my shit
Focus on focusing
Focus my focus on focusing

Track Name: Lovesong
Im checking my texts and I get a request
For Sammus to give 'em a 10 minute set
I won’t get a check but I never reject
Whenever I can get a second to spit
At first I was reading the fine print
Making sure that it's seeming alright then
I saw words I did not want to find, when
I had noticed the theme of the night and
I was not a big fan of it
So I hit up my management
I called him to cancel it
He told me to chill I was tripping
I needed some cannabis
Like Sammus just
Articulate what is the problem?
I really can’t figure out what's wrong
I told him my nigga, you wilin’
They want me to give ‘em a love song [pause]
If I look thru my catalog
I don’t make that kind of song
That ain’t the shit that I’m on
You need to respond and you tell 'em I might be gone
He laughed and told me that maybe it’s time
Maybe this really a sign
That I should engage with that four letter word
That I always be trying to deny

So I don’t wanna write it
I wanna feel it
When the love dies
I won’t have to deal with
A love song that I can’t ever hear
It's better for me when it all disappears x2

Verse 2
Love is a cliché
Could I honestly say
Something better than what I create with my beat tapes?
I mean it’s a deep space
I don’t have the tools or the vocab
To give it the feeling we both have
When we're lying in bed and it's sunny inside
Though its rains everyday in the forecast
How can I write about kissing you
When I don’t want share it with anyone else?
How can I write about giving you
Parts of me that I never once gave to myself?
How can I talk about cumming?
Nigga it’s a feeling
How can I write about running
My hands on your fingers?
How can I capture the motion
Of the car when I'm pulling the door shut
'Cuz you tried to jump out when I told ya
I might let someone else get the chocha
And we both high on doja?

So I don’t wanna write it
I wanna feel it
When the love dies
I won’t have to deal with
A love song that I can’t ever hear
Is better for me when it all disappears x2

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