FORREST:
Deciphering the stars
Foretelling fortune through my tarot cards
My mind’s eye spies everything near or far
We’re like bards
We revel in bass and treble, powerlevel
And leaving several rebels ultimately disheveled
And you better understand the history of this band
A bond forged through years and rhyme
Shifting like the sands of time
By design, we come to you as pure torrent of forces
Of course, our roars will shake your bravery at the
Sources say that rap won’t even live to see the day
A return to form, bringing back passion as the norm
Here we are, we do this for us, we do this for you
Not cars or jewels
Every single part of that is truth

SCURVY D:
Once upon a time in the land of the sky
Four guys came together with a musical cry
For an end to the bullshit hitting our ears
No talent hacks from channel so clear
Sad sorry jokers who greased a few palms
I got now qualms in causing lyrical harms
It’s part of my charm, yo sound the alarm
Ear shattering peers cause, yo, we the bomb
With rhymes and vids, we’re entertaining these kids
We got them flipping they lids and they placing their bids
On our auction house shit. What kind of greens can you get?
Share that ish if you want The Frames to spit

WYATT:
“I know--let’s take the long route” you said
And we turned down the road
Where we found that deer not dead yet
Still bleeding from the neck from where a truck must have hit it
You didn’t cry, but I could see if you did you’d just hide it I bet
You’re good at that
Hiding from heavy impacts
We stop to look at every overlook we pass
To smoke cigarettes and you laugh
When you think about the first time
We drove blind through the snow searching for road lines
That were covered in salt brine
Barely there so scared and underprepared for the absence
Of light
Dare you to tell me the truth, do you really like
When I ask you everything, you just let the song sing
“This is the first day of my life”
You have got to finally bring another CD
I’ll never be able to hear this one again after we
Get home
You get stoned and put the kettle on
Then we finally get to the top
Where the straight shots stop and it gets curvy
Like you in a tank top
And we peer over the ledge the straight drop
Down feels so great
Let’s spit and see how long it takes to hit the lake
I don’t mind that we have to wait
For every stop light and sign, we should do this every time
Every time, we should do this every time

ANTHONY:
I’m on this, like Ant on a hot bitch
Amish, lights knocked out, flip on the light switch
We’ve been doing this shit for years
Ten to be exact, in fact, look in the book
We’re staring back at you
We’re ahead of the times, new Romans
You’re three months late to the game
And you’re showing
You’re struggling up the stream
When you’re rowing
We’re the river forcing you away
When we’re flowing
If you missed it, my name be Ant
Jackson is my last name, write it down
Remember that
Bio goes something like:
I’ve pimped ho’s, robbed some banks, smoked some ‘dro
And drank a whole liquor store
These bullets are yours, load them up bitches
Free stock
Glock is shoved down your throat, I’m sick
Sneeze cough
You get in my fucking grill asshole
Ease off
You say
“We can’t take it anymore Forty, please stop!!”