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Blues off the Ashtray

by Tre Ess & The Mellow Turtle

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1.
Coastal 03:07
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Verse (Tre Ess) : Money ain't shit, if you got shitload of it Mami better twerk, if she coming for the gold diggin I don't even front, I just rap hella cold Music took all of my money, soon I'll be out the door Tsunami with the flows Sorority full of hoes Commodity for the go Only if you got the dough ''So what if he rich?", now damn shawty you thinking?! Cash ain't king, but it's damn sure the incentive Insisting a man should trust his instincts is Stupid, you clueless, never stood on your two feet Serve poison with finest grapes for you Cupids Love heals all? Tell that to my homie He'll do y'all like he did his bitch, aunty good with the jury Mobbing in the jail cell fucking up the Feng shui Ain't you and your family could prosper in this zone You seen Gangs of Wasseypur so you know how we roll Verse (The Mellow Turtle) : Equilibrium, its a myth You got the money you got the shit Parity its for the rich Nepotism, the first laid brick Loud horns, chills in my bones Coastal scenes, i dream alone roach or filter, helter skeltor I cant seem to find my thoughts alone Burn the sun, shun the fun Go to church, marry a nun Karobar dilli darbar Paise sarey le gayi sarkar Thought i wasn’t really money minded All of a sudden she reminded Gotta take her out gotta spend big bucks Gotta take her out gotta try my luck Hook (Tre Ess) : Fuck outta here with the bull that you about Get paid with tunes, you wouldn't know how Mixing up that true blues, with the boom bap Got everybody yellin here, I bet you can't Fuck outta here with the bull that you about Get paid with tunes, you wouldn't know how Mixing up that true blues, with the boom bap Got everybody yellin here, I bet you can't Solo

Hook: Fuck outta here with the bull that you about Get paid with tunes, you wouldn't know how Mixing up that true blues, with the boom bap Got everybody yellin here, I bet you can't Fuck outta here with the bull that you about Get paid with tunes, you wouldn't know how Mixing up that true blues, with the boom bap Got everybody yellin here, I bet you can't
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Curves 02:51
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Tre Ess : I'm a dead man walking through the valley of molly Valium in my vein, ain't tryna hurt nobody She been the type who'd skip the party Starry nights, green fields we don't bother nobody Gotta be careful, dealing with the beautiful ones Bottle after bottle throw 'em at the bottom, I don't chug Fuck around the bush, you'll miss out on the crux A Wise man said wise men don't speak too much I'm arrogant with my shit, you could've been too If you were ever this good, if you were ever this true Sick enough to make momma worry about a flu Flowers of concrete don't need sun to bloom I make music that you could vibe to Talked to god he said, 'go and get the joints too' Lookin at my niece, like I'm the catcher in the rye Life can wait I'm tryna Catch her 'fore she dives Boy I'm Writing for the hell of it riding on the elephant, tryna figure what devil meant Smirking at us, telling us this some development Made commandments making sense for the corrupted Maybe I shouldn't talk too much Don't even smoke too much But then I got black lungs They never did crack-down on the black funds Lyrics my ammunition I shoot through organs Truly the true aphrodisiac, Is Afro-desia Music for the soul with goals of reachin thru ya Errybody know there's holes in Wikipedia What's it to ya dictated by the media Your hype ain't never reachin us Only our own music enrichin us Fuck what you heard, I pour my soul for the listeners
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Crossroads 02:53
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Tre Ess : How you paint the picture when you lacking the ink? How she gon' stay committed all without a ring? Greatest gift to the world that the world will never know Talent drained in vain cuz no budget for videos They told you, go dream now those dreams are haunted if homie got the pack then You got five on it It's ironic how the drugs keep you sane Diabolical but only in the membrane She prayin that her man don't shoot himself again Tried once, gun jammed, perfect was the aim Circus was the name that you gave the game Cry blood out the eyes, still try to entertain Picture wont fit the frame We all sucker for the fame Victors get to decide what they right up on your grave -Stone and sticks broke your bones already Precious be the soul, would've sold already. Hook(The Mellow Turtle) : I would sell my soul to the devil But he said no Go try god, my lord I ain't praying for gold I would sell my soul to the devil But I need some peace Won't be steppin out of the crease Don't be such a tease Verse (Tre Ess) : They got bad faith, too afraid of the absurd I ain't one of them, I'm revenant, He slipped me the password Now slick was the bastard who ain't never had to ask her Shoot a txt, 'open up the door' then we smashin What a distraction We talk about the shit I been through then we smashin Make up on the bed for all the shit that I be lacking Self destructive thoughts, she ain't need to know about it Bought it on the low Bring the OCB then we can hit the road smoke circles for your OCD as the wind blow Window to your soul, had me lost for a second Purpose of my soul? I've been lost for a while now Devil in a white gown, lines after lines ain't nobody keeping count now Crime, day and night, errybody flee my town now I'll stick around forever, these rappers should put their mic down Hook I would sell my soul to the devil But he said no Go try god, my lord I ain't praying for gold I would sell my soul to the devil But I need some peace Won't be steppin out of the crease Don't be such a tease
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From The Moon 02:20
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Tre Ess : Greatness is a gift and a curse Since birth I been swift with my words what's it all worth? Different rooms, different thoughts Same liquor, same drugs but I got better bars Bitin they tongue, I don't speak to men who pause Caught in the buzz, reminiscing a sober past Growing up is realising that it's all farce Still keepin heads up like it's alright Not quite, but we going on Keepin it lyrical, didn't turn me in phenom Look like I give fuck? Play my album Wanna hear somethin hot? I Let a rapper burn Burn mofucka burn! Comin outta Jharkhand so you know I seen blood I be on my kafka, till I get the smell of bud I ain't never giving up, I ain't never giving up Till the jug got me drunk Yeah the pitcher got me drunk Painted pictures with my drugs My lungs don't don't want none More of that bullshit, messing with the cool kids Made me an addict, I don't budge Chain thick as fuck, I don't front She thick as fuck but I don't trust All of the Heathens believed in not believing in Had to be Ocean of ether, mind was the ship The Mellow Turtle : Reminiscing about the hills Reminisce about the thrills I'm sure gonna get my fill of love so soon No matter what I do I keep singing to the moon I croon Trilling my voice I croon Making a noise I croon Trilling my voice I croon Making a noise
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Dreaming Again 03:30
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released September 23, 2017

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