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Bad Breath

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    Limited 100 cassette run includes 4-panel liner with bonus poem. Each cassette blessed by the elders of Trøntønømø Bay.

    Artwork & design by Trøn 444.

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Produced by Skelli Skel
Additional Production by Trøn 444
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Gabriel Owsley at Studio Clart

lyrics

Verse

I let the pen move my hand as I acknowledge the hourglass sand
No powerless man
just an hourless god
In the flesh
Composed
Sky burial
But yet from the dead still rose
Slomo poet in the city of red flowers
Not tryna be redundant
Stationary arguments about who-really-running-shit
Nonesuch grip on any game you playing or war you faking I’m making no mistake
Nunchuck spit don any dame a rose by any title
Clothes by many names
The threads find me
But I’m off the grid
Them feds won’t find me
Even though I got nothing to hide, right?
My hindsight is 444 lives
Are we recording, is this thing live?
Aight.
I’m tryna stay alive despite the plight of introspection
From dark to otherwise
Out late by the lake getting baked while a meadowlark’s mother cries in unimaginable distance
As the rabbit hole twists and it twists
You just gotta finesse the wrist
Old Grape God gon finish the sentence
Blessed with a hardline to your heart, mind, and the rest
Just tryna live as I digress
Just tryna live as I digress
Keep what I treasure close to the chest
Give most my shit away for free or way too cheap to defy the pirates
Finesse the wave through the straight of Malacca
Knock a Mac Mall acapella over the classical station
Jumpin on my ship uninvited get you set adrift on memory bliss
Leave you to the elements
Remember Orapin 4? (http://www.oceanuslive.org/main/viewnews.aspx?uid=00000884)
Pulled into the shore of Sriracha
14 members aboard
4 days after they got got for their gas
Quick fast in a hurry
Tried to mash left curry on the dash the splash left the glass hella blurry
Ya heard me
Zero dark 44 in the park with a cast of strange bandits
Cast me a shadow of sun too bright for candid grams of distant planets
Scans of converted can-do attitudes overruled by those fucking realists!
Drunk with any power they can pillage from the lucid dreamers
Too quick!
Don’t move too quick!
Quadruple backflip over the broom onto the moon
Groomed
To my hallucinations
Never too clean cut though
A cut thoat like Sweeney Todd
Low brow on Fleet St.
Cold in the club
Awl sleet sleet sleet sweet talk to her intellect
Foul mouth no bad breath / even though she missed my calls like a bad ref (x2)

Motif
She miss my
She miss my
She miss my
Calls
She miss my
She miss my
She miss my
Calls like a bad ref
She got that foul mouth
That foul mouth
That foul mouth
No bad breath even though…

Verse II
Every bar got a golden ticket in it
Tik tik tok on my wrist vindictive limericks for at-risk apparitions
Impressions of the precious pressure in the thickest conditions
The spicket is a little more than drippin and I’m tippin!
On 444’s thwarting fauxes (foes) shawty knows I’m long-term
I’m slick off top like Devious witta perm
Curmudgeons get bludgeoned in my dungeon begrudgingly jumping none-grungy, bungee
Grumpy, you remind me of something I’ll never unsee
There’s only none me and too much money interrupting dreams erupted in screams
Rise to the top of the c.r.e.a.m.
Everything surrounding me is grounding all flights
Not tryna fight decline in height if dakine ain’t right
Movin at the speed of deep night
I leap off the ladder and hit rock bottom in a hurry
Don’t get caught up in the flurry
I get up early!
V60 swirling I’m listening to Furly not going out like Bobby Hurley
Purple ink writing Ghiradelli bars no Hershey’s
Selling art like cars ‘cause you could use it to go somewhere
Most can’t tell themselves apart from the pack
Loudpack tickle my nosehair
They’re selling out shows in nowhere and i really don’t care
Growing out of clothes and don’t fare well with hoes ‘cause they call them hoes
Do you really know the power of treating someone better than they treat themselves?
Do you know the power of treating someone better than they treat themselves?
I’m just tryna find that help
I need some help that’s not off the shelf
‘Cause I ain’t got no prescription
I am my own doctor I speak with conviction

Motif
Foul mouth no bad breath even though she miss my calls like a bad ref (x3)

Motif (Recording)
Know I only got a few minutes
Tryna get to you but I know my gas tank
Only got fumes in it
I know my gas tank only got fumes in it
And I only got a few minutes to get to you
And I guess I’m gon be late
Guess I’m gon miss you
Guess I’m gon be late
Guess I’m gon miss you
‘Cause my gas tank only got fumes in it

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from Trøntønømø Bay, released December 21, 2016

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