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The Original Habit

by My Dirty Habit

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"Follow the Motions" Chorus: Yeah you got the notion. Follow the motions! When you’re sad your tears can fill an ocean, And when you happy the future can shine like a beacon. Yeah you got the passion, And she’s got the poison! When it all’s well you feel your senses awaken, When it all’s bad you can feel your soul slowly weaken. Verse 1: It was a - late night on a Saturday evening, And all night he was stuck on this feeling, Of hate and loss, for the risk of love, Means that sometimes you gotta pay the cost. But for now, he’s at the bar, looking sad and lost, And realizes that it was all because, He dwells on the emotional impression, And with no detachment, always resolves to depression. (He) can’t seem to ask himself the right questions, Cause the last girl he saw always left him guessing, Always playing silly games and testing, His fidelity, but eventually got him questioning his sanity. He wonders if his old loves might have been simple flings, As the scabs of his past start to be revealing, Of other things, like even deeper scars, That leaves him bewildered staring up at the stars. His mind goes far, - when he plays his guitar. But in this bar, he’ll just drink his sorrows away, And let them find him again tomorrow, like everyday. All the more ready to jab at the wounds, Of those past loves that were ready to bloom, And instead you had to witness their impending doom. Yo – like you slow dancing in a burning room. Chorus Verse 2: Snap back to his table with an empty glass. Can’t even seem to remember what drink he had last, He asks the barkeep: “how the hell d’you get a pretty las? One that’s got class, and a damn fine ass?” The bartender nods back, Tells him: “Good luck with that!” And If you don’t mind I’ve got some other tables to be at. And at that, he’s alone again. ‘bout half past ten. He’d write some sad ass poetry but couldn’t hold a pen. Falling asleep, he’s too drunk. Before a microphone suddenly wakes him up with a thump. The lights grow dim, Caught between whiskey and gin, He hears whispers of a show that’s about to begin. He looks up to the stage, To where the noise was made, Just to see a pretty woman just about his age. Her notes shimmer and amaze, Avid listeners – stuck in her phase. His eyes glued to her face. The music progressing, Her tunes gently confessing, Scars of love, mistakes and lessons Honest and vulnerable, her voice keeps trembling, Lost in melodies, people start remembering, Yeah - Old passions, old loves. Got the whole crowd wishing to the stars above. As he falls asleep on the bar – Lulled by the voice of a glimmering star, ( SILENCE ) Awoken by a tap on the shoulder he turns the find, This beautiful angel standing behind him, asking, If he could spare a light to a damsel in distress. He fumbles for his matches but keeps staring at her dress. See’s himself in the mirror, says ‘sorry I look a mess’ She throws him a cheeky smile; you can guess the rest y’all. Cause we lonely people we need someone to hold, No matter where you live, you know that some nights get cold. Many spent at bars trying to forget but only growing old. We all babbling on, fuelled by the alcohol. Making good attempts at love but we keep on failing. Woman you love, that you end up hating. Emotions and passions that we’re constantly faking. Just for a little bit of booty shaking. And so they probably make a good try, Until their conversations run dry, And instead of laughing, you let the girl cry. As your stuck there, alone again, asking yourself why. Why d’you ever even bother and try? Go back to your buddies drinking whiskey and rhy, Singing “THIS WILL BE THE DAY THAT I DIE” To which they answer: “Chill out man and go outside!”
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LYRICS: "Wake up in a haze every morning, And every time I feel like I’m falling, Back into these visions of you, Even though it’s been years that we through! And I don’t know what the hell to do, So I spend more time smoking weed with the crew, But even that makes me feel a bit blue, Used to escape with weed now it makes me think of us two! (EY!) But the worst is, when you start to awake, Still stuck, in a half-dream state, Drifting through all your dumb mistakes. All the crazy scenes that your brain can make, And I guess you could just blame it on fate, But it doesn’t help, when you’re filled with hate, When you see her walking ‘round, with her new mate. Start thinking way back to your first date, Laying in the dark, alone, you just wait. Balled up fists, feeling so irate, It’s just one of my many character traits. Thinking back to the things we create. I don’t wanna be the one to start a debate, It’s crazy how these things really rush to inflate, I should of started worrying when I saw the growth rate. And I know that I should move on, But these flashbacks keep coming back strong, I still wonder what the hell I did wrong, Is what I try to feel when I write these songs. Ever since you left, yo the nights so long, Thoughts of you coming back and forth like Ping-Pong. Turning round in circles since the day you gone, I’d burn this city down for you like King-Kong." (x3)
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"Skinny Dipping" "Skinny dipping in the beat, My feet in the water, I wanna swim to the deep, Just so that I can see her again, These thoughts flow seamlessly through my pen, I’ve seen her before, but I don’t remember when. She meanders through my mind, At the strangest of times, But when I look to find her, She’s rarely there, she ain’t kind, She don’t care, I still grind on this Raw inspiration habit, I toke the spliff of emotions and then pass it, Spit words into this mic, yeah I practice. No I ain’t the fastest, but fuck that Imma make this. Because she may be here or maybe not, But in any case my head just simply won’t stop, Thinking and losing itself into hip hop. I do blues and rock, and Megan Fox. But I’m mainly here to rock your socks off. However when I write I often get pissed off, I don’t know what I’m talking about, Maybe I’m just going crazy, acting like a lout? Should I shut the fuck up and shut my mouth? Or make it rain, like we be living in a drought? Cause you see/ Inspiration can be a bitch sometimes, She can leave you confused, in loss of the rhymes, That you need to draw the line, Between what’s real or not, Yeah – The true essence of hip-hop. But back to the page, you can’t seem to find meaning in your words, All you can do is look out the window, listen to the birds, Chirping their merry little songs, Look back to your words verse and they’re all wrong. Trying to stay strong, when faced with these boulders, Think maybe these words won’t make no sense when I’m older, But you need to spread the warmth; cause the world’s getting colder. So grab your muse by the hand and attempt to record her. Huh - Interactions in close quarters, Solemn dreams of no borders. Yeah I know I ain’t a baller, But trust the girls I go for are usually the shot caller. But you see, It ain’t what it used to be, Back in the day I could sit at my page and write forever and feel free, Of any limitations, just open the door, straight down the hall, towards inspiration. The raw collection of experience and information, Burning the ashes of your errors, the cremation, Who’s fire still burn and yearns for your attention, Deep inside your soul, pushing your mind towards invention, Creation of new and pure thoughts, Escaping the webs of misconceptions in which you always get caught, Let the battle be fought. And as the curtains fall, ask for an encore."
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LYRICS: CHORUS: (x2) (Yeah I miss the sunshine!) Every morning when I open my blinds, but goddamn! (Yeah I miss the sunshine!) I can’t do it, I’ve had enough of grey UK skies. VERSE 1: Usually wake up to grey skies/ and never see sunshine/ Never expecting its rays so I just close my blinds./ But this morning, the sun’s burning red through my window./ Filling up the room with a strange incandescent glow./ Like so many we’ve been working – too damn hard!/ Walk to work every day, can’t afford insurance on a car./ You’ll take the bus if it’s not late, if there’s money on your card. And when you’re in the train, heading to work, you wish you travelling far./ Far away, to the sun where you’ll probably fry./ While back here, life’s a bitch and then you die./ As you wonder why, you still go the same old job./ Watching the rain patter down as you quietly sob./ You feel we’re like rain drops racing each other to the edge./ And think of those, who give up, called by the void of the ledge./ But we have to stop, to absorb the sunshine instead!/ You can’t let the negativity take over your head./ CHORUS: (x2) (Reminisce the sunshine!) Every morning when I open my blinds, but goddamn! (Reminisce the sunshine!) I can’t do it, I’ve had enough of grey UK skies. VERSE 2: It’s that good feel you get in the morning The sunshine hitting your face, chilled, your mind slowly dawning That shit’s okay but for too long bruv you been falling Into loops of negativity but now you found your calling. Bawling not so long ‘bout misses and mismatched matches , missed catches, Mixed mad tactics, and old habits, misdirected missed times but still at it, the long run living my practice - I’m loving this planet. Imagine Like: Beautiful women sat on the side of the sea, The sky bright blue as far as your eyes can see. The only place, that you’ll ever want to be. Lying down, in the sand, Next to the C’s and the D’s. Sunglasses, yeah you get to see them for free. Sit back, relax, and just flow with the beat. Go with your feet, Rushing into the calm waters, Cross borders, Call me the Buena Onde explorer. FINAL CHORUS: (Yeah I miss the sunshine!) (Reminisce the sunshine!) (Yeah I miss the sunshine!) (Reminisce the sunshine!) (It’s that good feel you get in the morning The sunshine hitting your face, chilled, your mind slowly dawning That shit’s okay but for too long bruv you been falling Into loops of negativity but now you found your calling. X2)
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And I know your type. You’re the kind of girl that always thinks that she’s right. And trust me, there’s no reason in picking a fight, Cause you know it’s going to have to last all damn night. And I know the type of girl you are, Gets romantic when I chill in your room and play the guitar, Tells me “Baby we going to run away far”, But always expects me to buy the damn car. And I know the type of person you’ll be, You seem to be the only one who can’t fully see, You actually need me. But I ain’t gunna do no counselling for free. And if you want to sit and chill then buy your own damn weed! And I know the type of person you were, Pretty girl, who got it all, strutting your stuff out on the curb Guys who liked you, were creeps. Badboys made you weep. You can’t catch a break; you always make the same mistake. There’s no mystic. And I know the type of guys you date, Are the reasons that you never fully catching a break. They fuck you, and leave you, and think that its great. And even though they laugh about it you always make the same mistake. And I see, the type of things that you do, You don’t see their messed up cause you’re so focused on you. You want everything with no damn exception, But the only thing you’ll get with that attitude is depression.
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I don’t know what I find in this rap. It alleviates my pain, when I’m tired of the crap. That invades my brain, stops me in my tracks, Like a broken train, trying to avoid my demons but it’s all in vain. Instead, put a mix tape on, and start bopping my head. It makes me stop worrying, and reach the goals I set. Proves to me that I can also better myself. Makes me dust off my rambling words off the shelf. Makes me want to master and command my words, Strengthen my thoughts and my opinions, As it feeds into my will to be heard! It makes me want to dance when I’m feeling sad, And makes me want to spread love when I’m mad. Makes me feel like its not all bad, As I look at the facts, breathe in and breathe out, Think back to where I’m at. It makes me reflect on what I thought I knew, And pay respects to the true, Whose words have guided me through, A few Odd years, And I know, These fears, Are just passing waves in an ocean. Of ills made to follow the motions. Emotions, a gift and curse to bare, causing so much commotion. But most just stare, Most just care, about themselves. So much shit on your mind, why worry about anyone else? But chill, and just sail in your ocean. Hope someone else will chill with you with the same given notion. Hip-hop is more than surviving, Its realizing that a future is only possible through analyzing, The ills that cripple all communities, So we do our best to help spread peace, love and unity! Clem Beatz My Dirty Habit

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released March 5, 2015

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