Weekend at Clutch's, Vol. 1

by Young Copper

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volume 1 of the Weekend at Clutch's series.
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released July 7, 2014

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Track Name: Spitta
Look to the left see all the homies dabbin'
Look to the right peep all the ladies chattin'
Almost outta green Imma go on packin'
Gotta live this shit while you still have it
Time is a tickin' away for me
But goddammit, I'm almost free
Imma go get me that damn degree
But I don't need that damn degree
To spit heat heat heat
Lately I've been feelin' beat beat beat
Glued to my seat seat seat
Can you feel me?

Come spend a weekend at Clutch's

Fuck off ladies, you don't get no hate
And the homies who are listening know their names
Like Ms. Icyhot, oh Ms. Icyhot
You motherfucker you most of all deserve to rot
In hell
That was some fucked shit
But, ya know,
I ain't one to hold grudges
And,
Yeah, ya know,
I ain't one to hold grudges
But I, I pray,
One night you'll choke on yeah said
I, I pray,
One night you'll choke on that

I'm so damn bitter
Let ya know she was a spitta

Come spend a weekend at Clutch's

Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
Haha
I spit like, I'm sick
Wear all black cause I ain't stylish
Bumpin' Childish
Black and mildish type smoke
Up in my silverish whip
You break the bong you Kyle'd it
Yea, he's only the first
In a long list of motherfuckers that
Invited me in
And call me brother
And aren't ever too busy to help a homie get over
Some kinda shit
Like damn my whip
Ain't workin' today
'Ey clutch can you help me get to 30th and K?
This is a house of demons and dark shit alike
And Imma scribble it all down so I can get the story right
So hop in, sit tight,
spark that j, here's a light

Come spend a weekend at Clutch's
Track Name: Time2GetUp
I am a man of pride
No way you gonna pry that from me
Nah
Cause on the inside I'm dyin
And all my pride is what I'm riding on to make these rhymes
Put in time
Cause when I'm gone
This is my life
Bury me with headphones on
Bury me with headphones on
I wanna carry my music to the spirits
But first I'm hear on earth to spit lyrics
That confuse and astound
You only love me when I'm not around
So what am I to do when it's late at night
And you're blowin' up my phone with texts that's right
And texts that's wrong
And texts that sing that same old song
About what we had and what's long gone
And why we never gonna get back what we had going
Nah nah
I can't go back to that
I ain't going back to that

So whatchu gonna do with your life
Just sit inside and die?
Get outside go make some rhymes
Get up
Get up
I been sitting inside for most of my life
And I'm done dyin' so here's my rhymin'
Get up
Get up

Said I'm done dyin'
So here's my rhymin'
My life
My story
My bit a rhythm
Those kids you hate yeah I been sittin' with em
And it's been these drugs and bingin'
That got me livin'
I ain't ever seen the world like this
Through the eyes of a man ignorant like bliss
This acid got me lookin' in new ways
Like it ain't about the color or the religion or the race
It's the brain behind the face
And the heart beatin' pace
And the way that you carry yourself on your way
To whatever you're aiming for
so what are you waiting for?

Get up
Get out
The world is such a crazy place
But you can't see shit with a screen glued to your face

So whatchu gonna do with your life
Just sit inside and die?
Get outside go make some rhymes
Get up
Get up
I been sitting inside for most of my life
And I'm done dyin' so here's my rhymin'
Get up
Get up
Track Name: The Show (Feat. Jonny)
There's three types of people in this world
Shady, crazy and straight up stupid
Oh, and lucid
Kids who do 'cid
Sacred geometry like a blessed Euclid
What have you done?
What club we goin'?
What's this pill?
Am I rollin'?
Dragonflies, in the sack
White as snow, prep the racks
Off the track gonna crack
Gotta get my mind back
Yeah, Imma lose my self tonight
Let the drugs take me on a cold cold night
I'm alive

Welcome to the show
If you don't know how to act
Well, get the fuck out the back
Welcome to the show
If you don't know how to move it
Well get the fuck to the back

Uhhh
I
I'm Young Copper
You
Go
When I
Mr. Copper
Got you stripping
Ready to rock ya
Got that Queen
Freddie Mercury feel
Got my tight pants on
With a flow that's real
Got my SBs
Not so clean and proper
Beard unkempt bitch I am no barber
But if I was that
I wouldn't be Young Copper
Who am I?

Morning after
Shades on
Sun hurts
Turn that motherfucker off
I feel like (Grime)
I look like (Grime)
I feel like (Grime)
I look like (Grime)
I feel like (Grime)
I look like (Grime)
I feel like (Grime)
Last night was (Grime)
Last night was (Grime)

Last night
I don't remember
Last night
I don't remember
Not one fuckin' bit
Track Name: Mary
I don't know what it is these days,
but people seem to be turnin' away

Oh Mary,
I would fight for ya
Mary,
I would die for ya
Mary,
I would fight for ya
Mary,
I would die for ya

I been here so many times before
Copper still up with four on the floor
All passed out, I'm wide awake
and I can't shake the feelings that seem to quake
In my brain stem
I can't get rid of them
Hey, what's this
Clutch passes the joint and says here take a hit
Suddenly, I am not him
Things turn around as I pick up the habit
Lost in Wonderland like I followed the rabbit
Down
And when there's no one left around
I am still sound
And it's all thanks to

Mary,
I would fight for ya
Mary,
I would die for ya
Mary,
I would fight for ya
Mary,
I would die for ya

Mary what else can I put on track
To show ya that I love ya back
Well I think I've proved that
You're my Cali lady,
You ain't ever shady
You're my American lady
I love you baby
Baby I gotta tell ya now,
Before the night is done
I want you in my mind
I want you in my lungs

Mary,
I would fight for ya
Mary,
I would die for ya
Mary,
I would fight for ya
Mary,
I would die for ya

Stoners, I love ya
Clinics, I love ya
Mary? Well, I love you most of all
Peace.
Track Name: What We Do
People
Are you tuned in?
Welcome to my frequencies
How was your weekend?

Mine?
Oh I spent it at Clutch's
Chillin' in the back just rollin' up dutches
Weed by the bunches,
Who's got lunches?
Fuck, I meant lunch
But
Things aren't ever flawless
Even in this house people act lawless
Cause we got flaws
We all got flaws
So fuck 'em

We gotta do what we do best
We gotta do what we do best
We gotta do what we do best
Put ourselves to the test

So fuck the rest
Do what you do best
Cause when there's no one left
You better be damn sure you're content
With the only person that you gotta repent
With
And that is you my friend
No god, no lord,
I know you, sitting in church bored
You know something beyond all that shit that's been bored
into your skull
(Brainwash, brainwash)
So explore
Learn a few things
Find god
But maybe god isn't king?

We gotta do what we do best
We gotta do what we do best
We gotta do what we do best

It took the acid and the 'shrooms
To open my mind
In my own room
God came to me
He said look
I know the world seems like a closed book
Y'all are done for, but that's not true
There's still some story left for you
But don't be so down on the world and the people in it
They all just trying to survive too
So keep doing what you do
And keep smoking too
It's good for the soul
Ha, okay god.

We gotta do what we do best
We gotta do what we do best
We gotta do what we do best
Put ourselves to the test
We gotta do what we do best
We gotta do what we do best
We gotta do what we do best
Time to go home.