for the one rocking two buns in the hair with the chopsticks like a fresh print i don't make a comic, you so fly girl, you a comet killing nonsense in your presence one bit: knee to the ground glass of water attached to the hand i extend pouring out life for the flower i love, you ain't something i just like i want to pick up then put in a vase as little showcase, naw shorty let your roots grow strong want you to flourish in your natural zone give you photosynthesis from your genesis but love, you're a queen, everything what it means to be the mother of the earth you emerge from the dirt an empress just let that soak in there's a whole universe on the inside of you, lady let the kingdom come, just let the kingdom come y'all can beat the pussy dead i'mma bring that miss to life, nigga' she walks outside, she shines so bright she shines so bright, nigga' she pigeon toein', super glowin' guiding light, nigga' she 'bout that action, satisfaction not your type, nigga miss kitkat with the three tats i need that girl, can i catch a break? keeping three stacks caught up on tax on track, please lord is this for me? wanna make it splish splash to the sheets, are mismatched, girl let's just make them waves but i know where your mind at ill make a heart pact please shorty, swing my way shorty swing my way sure look good to me now would you please swing my way you can tell me what you want and i'll deliver what you need you're not in this alone so baby leave that mind at ease, if you're feeling off your throne, let me lift you up my queen you're not in this alone there's a whole universe on the inside of you, lady let the kingdom come, just let the kingdom come you can tell me what you want i'll deliver what you need you're not in this alone you're not in this alone -

one guitar, one bass, one drum set, two friends, two homies - rockin' regressive indie occasional jazz from a collaboration formerly christened as "you inhabit the sixties, you experience the nineties" recorded amid new year's festivities in 2017. soft & wild is a boulder, colorado and winston-salem, north carolina based two man band consisting of nathan henry bedsole and grant livesay. instrumental conceived on december 29th, 2016. vocals recorded in january 2017.

party throwaway cold from the gold in her chain girl pour gold down her throat, glenmorangie whore snort coke if the bloke tote a baggie homie poke throat or for a grand slam the fatty outfield, stiletto heels, lewd cursing, golden seal raw leather, sex appeal room service, rap deal pharmaceuticals culled by inhalants patience tastes heavenly blatant alchemical angel gold for the smoldering plight wick candle silhouette distressed relief of a damsel handle with care hands to her hair, cafuné, vase to a rose, dear golden rule for your undressed and seasoned treat others as you wish to be beaten thrown by the gold in her chains pouring all her gold in machines just to buy the fame owned by the gold in our chains pouring all our gold in machines no change make hobbes pop and lock for gold and the paper, before the ink dries it’s still spotty, disapprove of the slaughter but will savor the meat - sukiyaki, a sinner’s tongue will trace your silhouette on the street, nagasaki, a few drops will put her to sleep that’s all cosby, young othello mixing crispin and modelo, drinking it all down before the foam settles, rap game kettle chip seller, corner the market with more starches than your local chipotle, chris dorner to garner, partner the grapes of the old days with the raisins of the chillwave, pens, parchment, and quills digital age, they cost more to save than they do to make, wooo lawd, i said i'm slipping on the lard from your parched poultry and salt cropped images, you’ll never taste the barn if you boil the soil and use diet coke to chase the castor oil thrown by the gold in her chains pouring all her gold in machines just to buy the fame owned by the gold in our chains pouring all our gold in machines no change -